Donnie Trent could tell by just looking at his father that he was plenty excited over something. The way he leaned his elbows on the dining room table, his tall frame and broad shoulders bent forward with the smile tugging at the corners of his good-looking mouth were dead giveaways. Besides, he had that merry glint in those dark eyes that could look right through you when he was sore at something, which was a sure sign that he was about to blurt out a goodie the whole family was going to eat up.
Studying him and puzzling over what the devil it could be, Donnie wondered to himself just how much longer this man whom he loved and respected, would wait before telling his Mom and his sister, Ann, to sit down so that he could let it out before he burst. Mom, looking beautiful as always, was still bringing in steaming dishes and bowls of food from the kitchen, while his pretty blonde sister was lighting the candles in the center of the table. Then, his Dad began to drum with fingertips on the linen tablecloth, until finally, he said:
"Hey, will you two lovelies sit so I can make my announcement before I pop a vein or two...?"
"We're all set, Daddy," replied Ann eagerly, sliding her voluptuous, fifteen-year-old body onto the chair and folding her hands on the edge of the table. "Mother's bringing the meat now..."
Elaine Trent, tall, raven-haired and dark-eyed, moved her supple, eye-catching body through the swinging-door gracefully, a smile of anticipation playing over her beautiful, almost classic features, interrupting her daughter's words with her entrance.
"Sorry, Steve darling...didn't mean to hold up your little surprise this way, but the meat..."
"Little surprise?" Steve Trent repeated, raising his eyebrows in pretended offense. "Well now, we'll see just how your sense of proportions fit this picture, eh? See to your mother's chair, Donald."
Donnie did, angry with himself that he had to be reminded, but blaming it on the mysterious aura of the moment that his father was generating. He enjoyed holding his Mom's chair for her the way his father had taught him, or anything else he could possibly do for her to show his affection.
"Thank you pet," Elaine said, smiling at her son. "And now, Mr. Trent, if you will, enlighten us."
Steve Trent's smile broadened. He looked from one to the other, admiring the attractive, ardent faces of the three most important people in his life, and brushing a hand over his graying blond hair, he said: "Brace yourselves, family ... you're looking at the new President of Parksburg Paper Mills, Inc., such news being presented to me by none other than Eulin C. Everetts himself, not over one hour ago ... Well...? Don't just sit there staring with your mouths open like flytraps. Say something..."
"M-My God...! Do you mean it, Steve?" Donnie heard his Mom gasp, her pretty mouth really hanging open just as Dad had said, with her eyes growing wider and wider in happy surprise. "Oh ... oh, Darling ... that's wonderful...!"
Ann's reactions were more outgoing as always, Donnie noted, watching her leap out of her chair to run around the table and wrap her arms about their father's neck, kissing him full on the mouth while her young firm pointed breasts brushed against his arm lightly.
"Oh, Daddy darling, how super!" she babbled, kissing him again and again until the smiling man with flushed face had to gently push her from him.
"There, there, Princess..." he gasped, catching his breath, "I get your meaning."
Mom laughed. She said: "Oh Steve, it's just too good to be true. We're all so proud of you ... aren't we, Donnie?"
"Wow, I'll say!" her thirteen-year-old handsome tow-head exclaimed. "Wait till the guys hear about it!"
"Well, you haven't heard it all, yet!" Steven Trent said proudly, his own enthusiasm showing through uncharacteristically. "Mr. Everetts invited us to spend the weekend with him at Terncliff in Maine ... transportation at his expense, of course. Terncliff is the traditional summer home of the Everetts. I can remember Eulin's father often speaking of it before he died..."
"Hey, that'll be groovy, Dad," Donnie cut in. "We've never been to Maine. Is it right on the ocean?"
"The rocky coast itself, son," his father replied.
"It-It's all just too wonderful to be true, Steve," Elaine Trent said. "And ... and you know what I'm thinking, Darling?"
"I haven't the slightest," he answered, smiling.
"That house on Borden Drive ... the one that's for sale on the corner that we both liked so much," she reminded him, her lovely dark eyes ebullient.
Steve Trent thought a moment, his smile slowly broadening, his whole being stimulated by the sight and knowledge of the elation he had propelled into his magnificent, loving family.
"All right!" he said with exuberance. "Tomorrow morning, you go to the bank and draw out most of our savings. We'll make a deposit on it ... how does that sound to you?"
"Oh Steve ... do you think we could?" Elaine said. "I mean, can we afford it...?"
"Why not?" he questioned haughtily. "After all, the President of Parksburg Paper Mills ought to have a home befitting his station, hadn't he ... especially when he has such a family to grace it?"
Again, he smiled happily from one to the other of the joyous faces gaping at him in awe. Then, his enchanting, long blonde-haired daughter exclaimed:
"Daddy ... oohhh, you're just too much! I love you to pieces...!"
"Man, that's some house all right, Dad!" said Donnie.
"It is beautiful there, Steve," Elaine Trent said, remembering. "There would be so much more room for us ... and like you say, it would be in keeping with this new position. I mean, after all, appearances are important. You know how they are at the Country Club..."
"Say no more, Darling," her husband interrupted her. "In the morning, you hustle to the bank and do as I said..."
"Oh dear ... I can't, Darling," she said suddenly. "Not tomorrow ... I have a shopping date with Ruth Evans. We were planning to drive to Syracuse..."
"That's all right," said Steve before she could finish. "You go ahead. I'll take care of the deposit ... might be better if I did anyway, in case there are any complications. Meantime, let's eat our dinner, babies."
Then catching his wife's enchanting eyes with his own, he added: "We can discuss it later, Kitten. I'd like to go to bed early tonight, I'm a little tired with the excitement of the appointment and all..."
Elaine Trent caught the significant wink her handsome husband made and a little tremor of excitement rippled through her. She replied in kind, the tip of her small pink tongue trailing along the edge of her lips unconsciously.
Dear God, she thought, how she loved this wonderful man, lover, husband, father, and she wondered if her son and daughter realized just how fortunate they were to have him. But then, on second thought, she was certain that they did, just as did she ... and tonight she would prove it to him ...
* * *
As usual, once in bed in the darkness of his room, young Donnie Trent's mind immediately filled with the events of the day, which invariably led to his prick getting as hard as a hammerhandle. Holy crap, he couldn't help it, remembering how both young Mrs. Neilson and Mrs. Archer, the Chief of Police's wife, got him in bed between them that morning. Man, they'd nearly sucked the juice right out of his bones, and his anus was still sore from the beautiful Mrs. Archer's lone finger pushing in and out of him there. He grinned to himself; he wondered if they'd miss him when he moved to Borden Drive ... but of course, he'd still be their paperboy and get to do things with them if he wanted to ... and he guessed he probably would. They were both so groovy to look at with their clothes all off ... their round full tits sticking right out at him ... and ... and the soft, tickling hair between their pretty legs covering their cracks ... Holy crap, all he had to do was think about it to make his pecker throb ... the way both of them licked and sucked him, while he did whatever he wanted to them ... which really had never been very much now that he thought about it...and he guessed that maybe that was because he thought it wouldn't be fair to his Mom, or Ann.
Of course, he'd never done anything to his Mom ... had really only seen her with all her clothes off a few times by peeking in her bedroom window, or catching her in the shower and pretending it was accidental, but to him, she had the prettiest naked body of anybody. Her tits weren't as big as Mrs. Archer's or Mrs. Neilson's, but they stood out straighter, and when he looked at the black hair between her legs he got all flushed and tingly; besides, she had the best bottom of all of them ... excepting Ann, of course ... but she was so darned young, and he couldn't tell her anything.
That was Ann's whole trouble; she just wouldn't believe him, whatever he told her ... like, for instance, that grown-ups kissed and sucked each other's things... Man, she just wouldn't believe it. A couple of times he'd almost told her about the two young wives across the street and the way they liked to suck him but then he'd decided it wouldn't be a very good idea. If she told Mom and Dad they might get sore, and he sure didn't want them ever to get really mad at him; he loved them too much.
He thought that probably he liked his sister a lot too; he just wished she didn't think she knew it all. Holy crap, she had about as pretty a behind as he'd seen on anybody; it was so smooth and full and round. Really, she was just like a grown-up woman with her big, firm tits, but she only had a little bit of blonde fuzz covering her slit. He liked to look at that though, it was so pink and soft looking when he opened it up...
Of course, he hadn't done that in a long time ... almost six months ... since the time she walked in on him while he was taking a shower and wanted to use the toilet. They'd been all alone in the house and he hadn't minded ... in fact, he'd gotten prickly all over when she lifted her dress and pulled down her panties, but especially when she began to pee. That's when his pecker had gotten hard and she took it in her hand to look at it closer, but he'd said no, not unless he could look at her, so the next thing, they were both in the shower together, examining close and feeling of one another...
Anyway, that was as far as it went, because suddenly, Mom had driven into the yard and Ann had ran into the other bathroom. Oh, he'd fooled around with her like that, or made her jump and giggle by putting his hand up her dress when their parents weren't home, but then, Mrs. Archer had gotten him in her bedroom that first time, and just playing with Ann wasn't so much fun any more.
All the same, he felt sure that his Mom could, if she wanted to, suck him better than anybody else ever could. He took hold of his swollen pecker and squeezed it as he thought about his Mom ... then, the sounds from his parents' bedroom beyond the wall, reached him. They were rhythmic, bed-squeaking sounds, accompanied by the little passionate moans, and it abruptly occurred to him what they were doing.
Quietly, he swung from his bed, tucked his stiff, jerking penis into a more comfortable position inside his shorts, then removed his window screen and climbed out.
Easing along the inside of the shrubbery that kept him hidden from the street, he cautiously approached the partially closed draped window where the faint light came through the slats of the near-shut venetian blinds. Looking close, he could see perfectly.
Wow! Neither his mother nor father had a stitch on and his Dad was lying on his back with Mom kneeling upside down over him, except her legs were spread over his head so that the hair between her legs was right down in his face and Dad was licking it like crazy, while his mother had Dad's long, thick prick in both of her hands and was sucking it in her mouth just the way Mrs. Archer always sucked him. Holy crap! If Ann could see this, maybe, she'd believe him then...!
* * *
Ann couldn't sleep; she was too excited over all that had transpired since her father had come home to dinner. She lay in her sheer baby-dolls, stretched out languidly on her bed in the darkness without even a sheet covering her, her young mind swirling with the anticipation of wonderful things to come. Their new life together was going to be heavenly ... and of course, it would mean lots of nice clothes for both herself and her mother. She was so looking forward to the trip to Maine, and wondered what Mr. Everetts' summer place would be like. Palatial, she hoped...
Heavens, wouldn't it be wonderful if Mr. Everetts' nephew, Greg Wilcox was there! Man, he was such a handsome boy ... but, she decided, that was really too much to expect. She had heard at school that he and his uncle didn't get on too well, which was the reason he boarded across town with Dr. Engle and his wife.
Anyway, that would really be something if Greg could be there; he was so smooth ... almost as groovy as Daddy ... But no ... she smiled warmly to herself, no one was as groovy as Daddy.
Really, all she had to do was see her father and she wanted to touch him, put her arms around him and kiss him ... with her whole body pressed tight right up against him... Heavens, just to think of it made those little tingly prickles start down there again. Sometimes, she could hardly stand it, they became so intense ... all along the insides of her soft, smooth thighs, and right up through ... through her thing ... then they'd race over her belly and up to her breasts, making them throb until her tiny nipples would get so hard ... so hard, she just had to slip her finger inside her slit and rub ... but that only made her feel better for a little while, because the tingling prickles would get stronger and stronger, and she'd rub harder and harder, until finally, she would cry herself to sleep, and in the morning they'd be gone again.
What bothered her most was that they seemed to occur more frequently as she got older, and every time they came over her she got the wildest thoughts ... like visualizing Daddy's thing the way she had seen it several times when she'd walked in on him in the bathroom ... or her brother Donnie's, and she'd more than just seen his ... she'd held it in her hand and examined it closely. God, how she wished she had one of her own right now...! She knew what she'd do with it! Push it right into her hole ... virginity or no virginity! One the very same size as Daddy's ... big and long and thick! She wished she had Daddy's right at that moment ... and she'd kiss him on the mouth, too...!
Subconsciously, Ann's small slender hand moved down over her flat belly, down to her warm vibrant thighs and slipped inside the elastic legband of her panties, her fingers gently parting the soft, sparse fuzz and fondling the soft fleshy lips of her tight little cunt, finally, spreading them apart, one finger easing in between their velvety moistness as memories of Donnie's stiff shaft filled her excited mind ... and it was then that she heard the tapping on her window.
At first, it frightened her and she lay breathless, staring at the opening through the darkness.
"Ann ... it's me!" came a whisper.
"W-Who? Who is it?" she managed, raising up in the bed.
"Donnie ... Who the devil did you expect?"
She let off a heavy sigh and smiled to herself. She got from the bed and went to the window, raising the blinds.
"What're you doing out there...?"
"Shhhhhh," he cautioned, finger over his lips. "Come on, I want to show you something. Hurry..."
Ann could see him quite distinctly in the moonlight. He was wearing only his jockey shorts, and she felt certain she could see the hardened swelling of his thing jutting out. She stared at it, then up at his young, handsome face, the sight of its protuberance causing the prickles to ripple though her once more. At last, she said: "W-What are you talking about...?"
"Shhhhhh. It's Mom and Dad. Remember how I told you that grown-ups suck ... you know?"
Ann felt her face flushing immediately, but it was a warm and pleasant sensation. She nodded, hardly daring to speak unless she make too much noise.
"Well ... come on and you'll see for yourself. They're doing it right now," he whispered.
"W-Who is?"
"Mom and Dad."
"I don't believe it."
"Shhhhhh. Come on, and I'll prove it..."
Ann hesitated only a moment. The mere mention and thought of what her brother was implying had, for some unknown reason, set those maddening tingles soaring through her like a small prairie fire. Anyway, she didn't believe it. It was just too wild to think that Daddy and Mommy would ever ... but she had to know if Donnie was telling the truth ... if they really did! Heavens, how many times had she thought of doing it ... but that was different ... she'd had those thoughts filling her mind and exciting her ever since she'd began having periods ... but she'd never dreamed that other people thought of it ... If only Mom and Dad really did ... then, it would be all right...!
"Well? Are you coming?"
"A-All right. Help me out..."
Donnie assisted in quietly removing the screen, then helping his voluptuous sister through the window, letting his hands brush warmly over her lush, young firm breasts purposely and causing her to titter silently; she gave him a sisterly peck on the cheek as she reached down and squeezed his rock-hard shaft through his shorts.
"Watch it," he said grinning and taking her hand to lead her toward their parents' bedroom window.
To his delight, their Mom and Dad were still at it, engaged in the same act and in the same positions.
"There," Donnie whispered. "See for yourself!"
Ann was forced to place her small hand over her mouth to keep from gasping aloud as she watched the beautiful bodies of her naked parents on the bed. Instantly, the sight before her increased the already wild sensations coursing through her vibrant young body. Heavens, her mother was absolutely delicious to look at. She was kneeling over Daddy's face with her crotch, her slender hands wrapped around the base of his magnificent, long, thick and hard rod with several inches of it sucked deep in her mouth, her beautiful taut breasts swaying beneath her as she sucked at the stiff shaft of flesh pushing up into her mouth.
"You see?" Donnie whispered, as if he were some sort of man-of-the-world enlightening her. "Mom sucks his cock while he licks her cunt..."
"Donnie!" she exclaimed in a harsh whisper. "You shouldn't use those words and you know it!"
But even as she said it, Ann realized that the very sound of the lewd terms he had spoken had caused her own excitement to strangely increase.
"Why not? That's what they are, aren't they? My cock and your cunt? Come on, sis ... don't start being that way again. Remember, you didn't believe me when I said grownups suck each other either."
"All right ... all right ... be quiet and let's watch..." she breathed heavily, her eyes dilating at the exciting scene before them.
"Wow! Look at Dad's tongue go. He's got it right up inside Mom's cunt a whole foot!" Donnie said, as they both watched their father's extended lingual member disappearing into the hairfringed, vaginal mouth between their mother's open legs.
Ann could almost feel the wet, delightful tongue making its entrance between her own tight pussylips as she watched the loving act of her wonderful father and realized the enchanting bliss her Mom must be experiencing from it.
Oh God, they were so much in love ... such magnificent parents, and she loved them both so! She could cry with joy for them in their happiness. Then, she watched her father's big, gentle hands slide up to cup the moons of her mother's round full buttocks and draw her crotch down closer to him as he thrust his tongue deeper up into her vaginal channel, and she could hear the humming sound her Mom made around his prick in her sucking mouth, as she seemed to screw her delighted cunt down onto her father's wildly spiraling tongue.
Ann watched his long, white cock sawing rhythmically in and out of her mother's ovaled mouth, his loins tensing and jerking as suddenly the young girl realized almost jealously that her mother was absorbing nearly the full length of it into her throat.
"He's getting ready to cum," Donnie whispered. "I can tell."
"Wh-What do you mean?" Ann hissed, her throat and lips so dry she thought they might crack.
"God ... you don't know anything do you?" he said, teasingly.
"Of course I do. What I meant was ... will Mommy let it cum right in her mouth ... all that white stuff...?"
"Sure! What'da you think she's sucking it for?"
"I-I ... Oh Lord, I don't know ... but I wish it was me!" Ann blurted.
Donnie stole a look at her in the moonlight.
"Me too," he replied. "Y-You want to...?"
"W-What do you mean?"
"Awww, come on ... What do you think I mean?" Donnie whispered, backing away and pushing his shorts down so that his own throbbing boyish shaft was jutting straight out in the silverish light.
Ann looked down at it excitedly.
"Y-You mean ... you do it to me and I do it to you ... just like Mommy and Daddy ... Is that what you mean?"
"You know darned well it is. Why you got to be so smart and girlish about it, huh? Come on, we'll go back to your room."
"I-I don't know, Donnie ... I-I..." Ann paused.
Suddenly she reached down and took her brother's prick in her hand, automatically stroking the foreskin back and forth. She smiled into his face, then, kissed him.
"Come on!" she gasped excitedly, grabbing his hand. "Hurry...!"
Donnie wished he could see her better; it was so dark in the lousy room, but they both had all of their clothes off and she was up over him on the bed in the same position that their Mom and Dad had been in. The point was that seeing for him was part of it, and he couldn't see anything, but he could feel ... he could feel the nipples of her pretty tits hanging down and brushing against his belly as she held his prick and waited for him to start.
He was scared! He really was! He'd never really done anything like this before ... Mrs. Archer and Mrs. Neilson had always sucked him and he'd just lain there ... but Ann was waiting for him. She was feeling of his balls and stroking his prick and he could hear her breathe heavy ... then, in the faint light he could see her luscious buttocks undulating above his face. Holy crap! He was scared shitless! He pictured her sparsely covered, blonde-haired pussy in his mind and responsively, his cock jerked in her small hand.
He managed: "D-Did you lock the door?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"I-I'll go out the window if anyone comes..."
"Are you going to do it or not?"
"Sure, I'm going to do it ... when I get ready," he said, hissingly pretending nonchalance.
"Are ... Are you a little scared, Donnie?" Ann whispered, raising up to look back at him.
"Why do you ... ask that?"
"I am ... but I want to ... Do you?"
Donnie swallowed tightly. He ran his hands up and down his sister's smooth skinned, shapely thighs and over her buttocks, then down to the insides of her legs where the sensitive flesh was warm and excited. Again, he moved his hands up and down, letting them brush against the soft flesh and silken hair. Then, he said: "Y-Yes ... we got to! Bring your behind down a little bit..."
She did, and he could feel her legs tremble as the first delicious aromas of her aroused, moist genitals reached his flaring nostrils. Suddenly, he pushed forth his tongue, feeling the tickle of soft pubic hairs against it, an unexpected sensation that aroused him even more. Excitedly he brushed through them until he touched hot flesh and realized the cut-like slit he felt at his tongue tip was her cunt! Wildly, the tingling shocks raced through him, and he ran his tongue along the crack from the very bottom to the top and back. He heard his sister groan aloud and reached up to squeeze her ass-cheeks as a signal to be quiet.
Several times, he drew his tongue up and down through the soft silk-like hair, until, of a sudden, it parted the fleshy lips a fraction and moved inside. It was then the pungent taste and stimulating aroma of her delectable cunt registered, and he plunged his tongue up into the tender, sensitiveness hovering over his face.
Ann couldn't restrain the groan of passion that escaped her. Ooooh! There had never been anything like that! Nadine, her girl friend's finger had been inside her there, and she had played with other little finger-like objects, but never anything like this! Oh ... Oh ... her sweet, loving brother ... He was just like Daddy ... Her cunt was alive ... on fire ... with joy! She wished she could see his beautiful thing ... thing? Cock was the word! She wished she could see his magnificent cock in her hand ... and his balls that she must be careful not to hurt in her excitement. She tried to remember their sex-education class in school, which really she had never liked, but now, she could understand its meaning ... maybe for the first time.
She stroked the heavy foreskin of his cock and lowered her face until she could smell intimately the biting aroma at its tip. She remembered the split at its end, and then the way her mother was sucking at her father. Dear God, she wondered if any girl was as lucky as she ... to have such a handsome, loving father and beautiful understanding mother ... let alone this loving brother who lay beneath her licking her cunt and sending all kinds of wild, delicious sensations rippling through her? And then, all of a sudden, she let her tongue reach to the tip of his prick in her hand, tasting the unexpected wetness she found there and finding it tart ... even nippy and provocative to her palate.
Again, she ran her tongue tip over the smooth, rubbery flesh, feeling his prick jerk in her hand and his tongue suddenly brush feverishly over her little pink bud. This time, she found the slit at the end of his prick and the desire to probe into it was more than she could hold back. She worked feverishly at it, as if by so doing, eventually it would worm down inside, but she received only the welcomed stringent tastes and her brother's moans as he licked and suddenly clasped his lips over her clitoris in a gentle sucking motion in reward for her efforts.
The latter shock of joy was beyond any rapture she had ever imagined, and as her buttocks quivered and lurched in ignorant, blissful delirium above him, the thought that she must have his cock to its entirety inside her warm, moist mouth overwhelmed her, and she plunged her soft red lips down over it like a hot, wet, enshrouding cloak, her tongue swirling excitedly as she sucked with the instinct of the ages in her effort to draw the seed of creation from his young, muscular loins.
Donnie had never experienced anything like this. Sure, he'd had his cock sucked by those women across the street, but never had he tasted the delectable delight, or known the pubescent erotic sensation of an eager cunt presented to the ravages of his young tongue and lips especially such a beautiful, tight cunt as that of his equally young stimulated sister.
There could only be one better, he thought as he licked and sucked at her clitoris ... and that would be his own Mom's! Holy Crap! Suppose it was he and Mom here like this! He'd go out of his mind, all right! He damned sure would ... because he was certain no one could suck his prick like Mom, if she wanted to! But of course, that was crazy to even think about. She had Dad ... and he certainly wouldn't want to do anything to come between his Mom and Dad. He loved them too much ... But, oh shit, Ann was sucking him good now! Her godamned tongue was wrapping around his prick like Mrs. Archer's ... and no one had ever shown her how. It must come natural! Man, she was tonguing him all right, and squeezing his balls as if she'd done it a thousand times. Wow! It wouldn't be long ... he'd cum! What ... what would she do then?
Ann couldn't believe the enchanting thrills the sucking of her own brother's cock was bringing her. She could only imagine how much more intense the feeling would be if it were Daddy's ... but she certainly loved Donnie too! This moment was the most fulfilling one she had ever known ... and he was licking and sucking at her clitoris!
Oh, God! If he kept that up, she was surely going to rip apart ... at least, something was bound to happen. Her cunt and belly felt as if they were being liberated ... as if they were being trotted around separate from her body like a new-born colt in a pasture. Of course, she realized from sex education class that if she kept sucking his cock he would cum ... that he would shoot his creamy white sperm out right into her mouth ... but, for some crazy reason, she wanted him to! She wanted to swallow it ... just as she pictured Mommy swallowing Daddy's. Now, she wished they'd waited to see, but she was sure that her Mom did. Anyway, she wanted to ... was going to ... had to! She could almost imagine how hot and thick and sweet it would taste ... probably pungent, like what she'd tasted with the tip of her tongue at the beginning ... Oh ... oh ... ooohhh ... oooooohhhhhh, something was happening inside her! It was ... it was ... it wassss ... oh, happy Lord ... nothing had ever been like this!
Donnie suddenly realized that he was going to cum! He wondered if he should tell her. Shit ... she had to know about it sometime, didn't she? He could feel the tingling way down deep along the cord toward his anus. He opened his mouth wide and sucked at his sister's tender, young cunt. He mashed his tongue against the delicious throbbing flesh of her clitoris. That's where she'd do it ... if she was ever going to. He flailed his tongue wildly as he felt the mounting pressure in his loins.
"Jesus!" he blurted. "I'm going to squirt, Sis!"
"Mmmmm Hmmmmmmm!" she replied excitedly, gyrating her beautiful young ass wildly as the unknown, never-before, building pressure expanded inside her.
"Godamn ... I am!" he blurted aloud.
"Mmmmmm Hmmmmmmm ... Yes ... yessss, hurry...!" she gasped, opening her mouth and gulping the words around his throbbing cock.
It happened, then! His young, swollen prick burst in her mouth with all its youth, shooting forth long streams of his white, hot sperm that made her gasp and choke, even as her own orgasm, the first in her young lifetime came over her, and she tried to swallow his cum with her mouth open, getting only small portions while the tremendous wave of sheer delight swam over her and her body quaked and trembled above him as he clung inside the lips of her moist, tender cunt to her clitoris, even as his cock lurched and spewed the hot contents of his youthful, vibrant loins all over her face and hair ... even to her lovely swaying breasts, and once in the eye, at which they both laughed later ... much later, for he had to climb out the window when they heard their father's footsteps moving along the hall because of the noise they'd made...
Chapter 2
Even though their Cadillac was three years old, driving it always gave Elaine Trent a feeling of confidence and security, just as did the expensive clothes she wore, her jewelry they could hardly afford but that Steven insisted that she have, and all of the other wonderful trappings her magnificent husband showered upon her and their children in his ceaseless efforts to give them a life of plenty. Now, it was to be the beautiful new home on Borden Drive.
Truly, she thought, as she drove through the rolling farm country on that wet October morning toward Syracuse, there was no happier woman alive.
What a grand husband and father he was ... and what a robust lover! God, last night his lovemaking had brought her the very ultimate in ecstatic bliss, but then, had she ever known any thing else with him in their beautiful seventeen years together? Seventeen years...! Lord, it hardly seemed possible; he had made each one so full and sheltered from every peril; those years had simply raced by. It was difficult for her to think of herself as being thirty-six, or Steve, forty-four ... and her pretty little girl all of fifteen now, with Donnie going onto fourteen ... Her baby ... what a handsome boy he had grown to be ... tall and broad like his father, clean cut and fair-skinned ... all over ... yes, all over ... lean hipped ... with generous, masculine endowments... Dear God, she mustn't start thinking about that again; it would only work her up and she wasn't quite ready for it this early in the morning.
She concentrated on the two-lane highway, a little sorry now that she hadn't taken the expressway. There was hardly any traffic whatever and she experienced a brief moment of fear as she thought of the possibility of having a flat tire or a breakdown of sorts and being stranded. Then, she smiled to herself. Of course, there was little chance of that, Steven always kept her car in perfect operating condition ... just as he looked after everything for her. Actually, her responsibilities were practically nil, she mused to the soft strains of music from the tape she had inserted when she left Parksburg, and suddenly she wondered if that was really a healthy situation for an ambitious and aggressive woman? For certainly, she was an ambitious and aggressive woman ... had always been ... needling her loving Steve when his own pluck seemed to falter in those early days, perhaps unnecessarily, but time had proven it worthwhile, hadn't it? Now, he was President of Parksburg Paper and their social standing that much more prominent... Of course, it would mean an increasing demand on her time in the women's clubs and civic groups, but she supposed she ought to welcome that ... God knows, she needed something to keep her from doing what she was at that very moment!
Elaine was never pleased with herself after she had lied to her husband. But there seemed no other logical way of getting off by one's self for a whole day at a time without using the shopping excuse, and she had been employing it once a week for well over a year now. The fact that Ruth Evans was a fictional character of her imagination that neither her Steven or the children ever bothered to question, amused her to no end; yet, it also frightened her, for had there been some explaining necessary on her part, she might think twice about taking these little weekly junkets along this nearly out-moded old highway to the city ... but of course, there was a reason for that, too, she well knew. Hitch-hikers were not permitted on the expressway; there was a rather stiff fine many of the young, long-haired boys had told her, once they were in the car beside her. They traveled this old highway out of necessity, and were always grateful as well as surprised when she stopped ... so much so that they never minded her alluring little advances, but rather welcomed them, and were always ready by the time they reached the Reservation-Road where there were a dozen secluded places to park.
But she had never let them do more than fondle and play with her while she sucked them; she had been resolute about that. That was the whole thing, the reason for the constant mounting drive in her loins ... to take out their magnificent young cocks and stroke and love them ... to finally suck them while she thought of her own handsome son...!
Good Lord! She had worked herself right up into it again, and today there was no one. She hadn't seen a soul for the last ten miles and she was beginning to fear that her trip was going to be fruitless. Damn the nasty weather, anyway. Damn everything...!
Abruptly, her attention was taken by the sudden appearance of a figure standing on the edge of the road ahead and waving her down. Elaine touched at her brakes and began to cut her speed as she approached the signaling figure, noticing at the same time the white roadster that had evidently skidded from the road and nosed down into a gully. As she drew closer she made out the figure to be that of a young, long-haired boy, probably in his late teens or early twenties. Immediately, her heart began to pound.
She touched the electric window button on his side and he leaned a rain-wet, good-looking strong face inside, brushing at his dark waved hair simultaneously.
"I blew a tire," he said, grinning lopsidedly like they all seemed to do. "Can you give me a lift?"
"Of course," Elaine said, his face striking a somewhat familiar note within her. It seemed that she should know him from somewhere. "Are you alone?"
"Yeah," he said, opening the door and climbing in beside her. "Lucky I didn't break my damned neck I suppose. I think I totaled out the front end ... which is okay with me. I've been wanting to get rid of that overpowered codfish box for too long. Now, I've got no choice."
Elaine smiled pleasantly while she sent the Caddy back into motion and caught the appraising look he was giving her. His eyes were an azure blue, filled with tiny hazel flecks that suddenly began to swirl as he ran them over her body brazenly, then finally back to her face.
"I've seen you in Parksburg," he said. "Right?"
"Perhaps," she replied. "I live there." She glanced over at him then back to the highway. "I've seen you before, too. Are you from Parksburg?"
"Sometimes. I have a shack there ... up near Quarrysite," he said, his eyes studying the length and shape of her nylon-encased legs, from her slim ankles to the few inches above her knee where the hem of her dress rested.
She felt his eyes and that excited her.
"It's very beautiful up there, but I thought it was all estates."
"It is," he replied evenly. "What's your name?"
Once more she glanced over at him, surprised at his casual cheekiness. He was wearing faded levis, riding boots, black T-shirt and a tan whipcord jacket. His long hair was behind his ears but near to being shoulder-length. She said: "Mrs. Steven Trent. What's yours?"
He shrugged.
"If you want you can call me Jamey ... and I'll call you Mrs. Steven Trent. How's that?"
Elaine laughed.
"All right ... it's Elaine ... although I can't imagine what difference it makes."
"None I suppose ... unless we decide we want to get to know each other better," he said, reaching into his jacket pocket and bringing out a cigarette. "Or does that go against your particular marriage code?"
Once more, his self assurance gave her a start ... it was flippant effrontery, and she didn't like that in a man ... or boy ... in fact, it wasn't going at all the way she preferred ... the way it had always gone in the past ... She flashed him an irritated look and said:
"What do you mean ... my particular marriage code?"
He grinned onesidedly, letting smoke from his lungs, completely ignoring the politeness of offering her a cigarette.
"In marriage everyone has their own code ... monogamous, polygamous, or just plain adulterous. Usually, I can guess, but with you ... I don't feel confident."
"You'd never know it," Elaine snapped. "And thank you for the cigarette."
He continued to grin at her.
"I wouldn't want to start you on any bad habits," he said.
"What makes you think I don't smoke?"
"The ashtrays. Besides, such an attractive woman ... an obviously faithful wife and mother ... I can't picture you as practicing any of the worldly vices ... unless it might be imbibing occasionally ... or are you a teetotaler also?"
His smooth husky voice and his almost insolent manner of saying whatever he chose was irritating her to no end.
"Of course not," she said. "I enjoy a drink now and then..."
"Good. There's a little place up ahead called The Roadhouse," he said. "Stop there and I'll buy you one for your troubles."
"Really? Well, that's very kind of you, but I don't make a habit of drinking with strange boys, especially so early in the day," she said, enjoying her cutting disparagement immensely. "Besides, I believe there's a law about serving minors, isn't there ?"
He laughed warmly, seemingly unruffled by her scorn.
"Oh, they'll serve me," he said with confidence. "They always do. I just don't tell them that I'm only nineteen. I say..." and abruptly, she heard him assume a western accent, "Reckon you must watch The Gallant Rangers ever Sunday night on TV, stranger ... well, Ahm Brace Collins. Now ... let's have a bottle here, eh?"
It struck Elaine then that the boy beside her was none other than Jamey Halo, the TV star who did play Brace Collins in the Gallant Rangers ... just as he'd said! For a moment, she stared at him in somewhat embarrassed awe, while her scoffing of him only a short interval before raced though her mind. She felt her face flushing. Of course, it was him; she realized now that he owned an estate up near Quarrysite and that the father of one of Ann's girl friends ... Nadine, she thought ... worked as caretaker for him. She hardly knew what to say, but it seemed that some sort of an apology on her part was in order...
"I-I really am sorry for being so snide," she heard herself say. "I guess I just got the impression that you were trying to be smart ... and thought it might be fun to make a pass at an older, married woman..."
"And you were right in both cases," he interrupted, offering her the same lopsided smile while the tiny flecks in his eyes began to swirl lustily. "As a matter of fact, I haven't given up yet ... and furthermore, I don't like your reference to the word older, married woman ... My version of that person is entirely different. Words like lovely, stately, enchanting, provocative, alluring, and just plain sexy come immediately to mind as I look at her..."
Elaine sensed her pulse quickening once more, as well as the warm tinge to her cheeks. She couldn't contain the smile as she looked over at him.
"You are most flattering, Jamey, but I hardly can believe that you're telling the truth. Nevertheless ... like most women, I have to admit that I like to hear it."
"How about that drink?" he questioned. "The Roadhouse is right up there."
"Well ... maybe, just one..."
"Fine," he said, reaching over and patting her thigh with a young, strong tanned hand. "Let's make it a long one, eh...?"
Elaine felt the heat of his hand through her dress and hose, tingling hotly against the soft smooth flesh of her thigh. Momentarily, her breath hitched in her throat and she eased off the highway onto the gravel drive of the shabby frame building, her dark eyes catching sight of the halfdozen small, over-night cabins in the pine-grove at the rear.
* * *
It was sometime around noon on that gray October day when Elaine Trent accompanied Jamey Halo to cabin number three behind The Roadhouse, and even as she entered, walking hesitantly in front of him, she could hardly believe her own actions. She had never in her entire married life, gone to bed nor had full sexual relations with another man ... only the little oral episodes with the boys she picked up, but those had always taken place in her car, and she had never let them do more than fondle her or play with her a little ... this was different! She was actually entering into a closed room with this boy-man who was a complete stranger to her and she simply couldn't rationalize it!
Suddenly, she heard the door close behind him and the lock thunder into place with a certain finality. She spun about to stare at him. Dear God, she'd only had three drinks, hardly enough to cause her to lose her wits ... yet, she had but to stare up into his young, handsome face and the old familiar tremors began to race through her belly, just as they had inside The Roadhouse when she looked at him.
She seemed to freeze before him, the blood pounding in her veins; it wasn't happening...! He came toward her; she wished that he wouldn't ... but he was; she should run from him ... he was just a boy! He bent and kissed her and subconsciously her lips seemed to open and draw him into her, pulling his tongue into her mouth as if by magic. Her hands closed on his face and she moaned throatily as she held tightly to him, while her breasts dug into his chest and his hands slipped around her to cup her full ovaled buttocks and bring her tightly against his pelvis.
She felt his prick then, growing and grinding into her soft abdomen. She was lost from that moment on! There was no turning back! She maneuvered him around as her tongue swirled into his mouth, and gently pushed him backward onto the bed, coming over on top of him, half lying along his lean frame.
Briefly, a fleeting thought of Steven, of Donnie, of her lovely Ann, flittered through her excited brain, but only briefly. Nothing else mattered now but this marvelous boy-man beneath her. She lay upon him, wriggling her hips gently, kissing him, teasing her wet little tongue in his ear.
He placed his virile young hands on her already quivering buttocks, feeling them warm and fleshy beneath the material of her dress. He smoothed his hands to her waist, amazed at its narrow size. He said:
"You like to fuck, don't you?"
"Oh God...!" Elaine gasped, the lewd word like a tonic to her constantly increasing passion.
"Don't you? Fuck and suck?"
"Yes...! Yes...!" she hissed. "To suck ... I love to suck!"
"And fuck?"
"N-No one has ever done it to me ... but my husband ... No one ... honest!"
"I believe you..." he whispered with lewd confidence. "But today, it's going to be different ... because I'm going to fuck you until you turn blue, Mrs. Steven Trent!"
"Oh God ... no! You can't ... really, you can't! Just let me suck you...!" she pleaded, hardly knowing what she was saying, spreading her legs inside her dress as far as she could so that she could rub her crotch against his ever growing rod of flesh. "I'm a mother ... a mother and a wife ... I love my husband ... my children, don't you see...?"
Jimmy Halo didn't see. He knew only that he had latched onto a delectable nympho who looked ten years younger than she probably was and who went off her trolley at the sound of the word cock. Presently, he felt the hollowed curve of her thigh junction rocking insanely against the bulge of his swollen erection. He pressed his fingers into the crease between her buttocks, pushing the material before him and almost unconsciously she jiggled her ass and gyrated it, making the two magnificent mounds move erotically beneath his hands.
"Oh my God..." she whimpered. "We mustn't you know. We really mustn't!"
Jamey grinned inwardly. He wondered if no meant yes to her and vice versa. Her mouth had fastened on his neck and she was trying to pull her dress up. He caught her hand and held it, then with the other unzipped the long fastener at the back. She didn't fight him as he undressed her, rolling her off him to one side and slipping the dress over her head. He unfastened her bra while she removed her half-slip, leaving only her panties, garter-belt and silk stockings. The latter he wanted left on, and suddenly he lifted her up over him, amazed at the taut magnificence of her rounded figure and smooth flesh, and opening his mouth he sucked in a tiny, ruby-red nipple, completely absorbing it and the hard point of her breast within his lips. She moaned aloud as he began to nibble and suck; he could hear her breathe quickly and excitedly through her nostrils, rubbing her pubic mound more fervently on his throbbing prick now, letting a leg fall limply on either side.
"Oh yes!" she gasped. "Yes ... yes, suck my tit ... bite it ... oh God!"
But he couldn't breathe any longer from the smothering pressure of her soft, lush breasts around his face, and he levered her down, pulling her panties down over her full rounded hips.
He stroked her naked buttocks and then, she removed her hose and garter belt and he said nothing. She helped him slip the tiny nylon garments down the full white columns of her thighs, finally kicking them off as once more he explored the delightful crevice between the smooth fleshy globes of her backside, pushing them apart and tenderly fingering the tight puckered hole of her anus. He smoothed his hand down over her lovely moons and let it slip underneath the provocative curve, through the soft nest of hair until it came to the long moist slit between her legs; he opened it with his hand and pushed a middle finger inside.
"Oh, Oh! Yes! My God ... it's beautiful!" she whimpered hoarsely, spreading her legs wide to make it easier for him to reach and rub her clitoris. He did and she knew that the little bud was firmly erect under his fingertips. "It's so beautiful ... I don't know, Jamey darling ... My God! We shouldn't ... should we?"
"To hell you say!" he snapped, rolling her away from him again and hopping off the bed. He drank of her loveliness lying naked and open on the bed before him as he stripped away his clothes. Her round full white thighs were spread apart and the black silken down covering the swollen mound and fleshy lips of her tight pink cunt reminded him of a virginal teenager. He could never remember seeing more firm, erect full breasts on any girl, and the increasing throb in his aching cock let him know that there was no way on God's earth she could stop him now.
Elaine's eyes were closed when she felt him crawl onto the bed between her legs. The one moment of his physical absence away from her had set her brain to reasoning, and she was fighting that, forcing a void of nothingness to occupy her mind.
"Open your eyes, Baby," she heard him say, and she did, slowly, almost fearfully.
She saw him kneeling erect there, naked now ... beautifully lean and tanned, a smile on his handsome face, however lewd, and her eyes trailed quickly down his flat, muscular torso to the thick hard penis standing out from his hairy pelvis. She raised to her elbows, her eyes widening in somewhat disbelief, while his proud, if somewhat salacious grin broadened and his hand began to tauntingly stroke the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the blood-engorged head lasciviously, causing his heavy balls to sway gently between his strong thighs.
"Oh ... oh!" she gasped, her breath a choking little catch in her throat, making her breasts ripple before him as she stared at the unbelievably immense shaft and mentally tried to compare it to Steven's...
"You expected, maybe, something more infantile?" he teased and smiled as he lowered himself between her thighs, his handsome face mere inches above her excited loins. He looked up at her between her lovely breasts. "It'll only be a minute," he said. "Curiosity ... Just wondered what the cunt of such a beautiful woman would taste and feel like."
With surprisingly gentle, adroit hands, Elaine felt him, with flattened palms placed strategically against the soft warm flesh of her quivering inner thighs, apply thumb pressure to her cuntlips, slowly spreading them open before him and the cool air brushed against the moist, sensitive flesh there.
Lustfully, Jamey Halo gazed down at the delicious, glistening coral fissure he had tenderly laid open to him within the enframing, silken black hair, sparsely covering the enticing phenomenon of her lovely vaginal lips. Two tiny glimmering droplets moistened the little pink tongue-like petals that peeked out at him, while the erect little bud at their apex seemed to palpitate before his eyes.
Elaine felt the hot wisps of his breath graze her sensitive, secret flesh and she murmured passionately as suddenly she felt his long hot tongue lick wetly up through her exposed vulva, its moisture mingling with her own, and she slipped forward on the bed, moaning and holding his head by the ears against her crotch. Dear God! It was sheer ecstasy!
He licked and sucked, fastening his lips around her clitoris and she began to wriggle and squirm her hips in ungovernable little contracting movements. The entire aperture was suddenly flowering open to him and there was a perfumed moisture on his tongue. She smelled of delicate aromatic soap, and the satiny skin of her thighs clasping his face in a gentle, ever-moving embrace was like soft, sweet-smelling velvet. It was even more intoxicating than he had imagined!
Christ! He'd had girls and girls, and woman upon woman ever since he could remember ... ever since the farm in Iowa when he was only twelve ... when he first learned that the hairy slit between his nineteen-year-old step-mother's legs was worth the biting cut of his father's horsewhip ... and later as he wandered aimlessly around the country, that every female had her price, even though she herself may not realize it ... but in all of his youthful vagabond adventures, he couldn't recall a girl or woman ever arousing his lust more than this bewitching young housewife who lay willingly at his mercy beneath him. Damn ... what was it that had persuaded her to give herself to him without so much as a struggle? She was no wanton bitch ... no two-bit, frustrated, suburbia housewife out for kicks. She was quality ... educated ... country club ... the elite ... breathtaking ... ravishing ... No, he didn't want to know! That might spoil it ... and he didn't want anything to spoil it for either of them ... God no ... nothing!
He felt her hands on his head, as suddenly he realized in confusion how badly he had needed her to help blot his own hell from his mind ... She was trying to pull him up over her in her gentle, feminine way. He responded, slithering up over her, She stretched her neck, pressing her head back; her eyes were tightly closed, her mouth hanging open. She looked as if she might be praying. He kissed her and felt her lips suddenly sucking at his, her tongue spiriting into his mouth wildly as if she were trying to taste the essence of herself there. She moaned passionately and he raised himself so that he could run his hand over her breast, her stomach, her thighs, up and down over her delicious nakedness, his trembling hand arousing a response of panting and quivering from her. She continued to suck at his tongue and lips, and then gasped:
"Oh ... oh God, we shouldn't, Jamey ... we shouldn't! No one has ever ... ever done it to me, but him ... my husband ... Oh God..."
"Done what?" he whispered. "What haven't they done?"
"Oh ... you know..."
"Yes ... whisper it to me!" he hissed. "Quick, say it!"
"I-I ... oh dear G-God...! They haven't ... I never let them ... No one has ever..."
"What?"
"Fucked me!" she gasped, the very sound and feel of the salacious word passing between her lips, generating untold sensations to flutter wildly through her desire-racked body.
"But you want me to, don't you?" he said because he had to ... because his male dominance, his male ego had to be satisfied ... and as he questioned, he shifted his hips until the length of his hard, throbbing shaft was pressed snugly between the moist spread-open lips of her cunt, its smooth rubbery head caught in the soft cleft of her contracting buttocks, and he ground gently against her.
"Oh ... oh ... Darling ... yes ... yes! Now! Fuck me now, Jamey, darling!" she gasped passionately.
Jamey felt her raise her legs suddenly, and reach down under her thighs. Again, her eyes were tightly closed, and shock jolted through him as her cool, searching hand grasped his prick. He sensed her breath drawing up short in her throat as his foreskin slid back and she gently guided the stone-hard cock to the moist, waiting mouth of her vagina, until he could feel the damp fleshy warmth nibbling hungrily at the swollen, pulsating head.
Unintentionally, he plunged into her, driving his cock with a force he seemed unable to control, the warm, moist, velvety sleeve of her cuntal flesh gripping his shaft in a smooth resistance that caused him to grunt loudly, as she, too, moaned her delight.
"Darling! Ooohhhhhh! Ooohhhhhh!" she whimpered as he began to fill her with quick, long thrusts, into her needing vagina, unrhythmic thrusts which slowed and lengthened as he stuffed her receptive, yielding cunt to greater and greater depths, until at last she felt its rubbery tip stab at her cervix and his balls swat hard into the soft cleft between the widespread cheeks of her ass. She was in heaven!
Beneath him, Jamey felt her begin to writhe and buck as she groaned, and her cunt began to squeeze voraciously along the full length of his plunging member, her hard little nipples digging into his chest, her warm belly pressuring upward against him while her thighs clamped and unclamped at his hips and she worked up and down, establishing the rhythm of their union.
"Oh Darling ... Darling," she murmured, and his aching prick soared up into her while her face began to toss from side to side. He saw the little white teeth marks appear on her lips where she had bit them, and every so often her mouth came against his and her teeth bit into him, even as she sucked his tongue and forced her own between his lips, gasping warm sweet breath into his throat.
He saw the thin film of perspiration forming on her forehead beneath the short raven hair, and the way her neck was straining as low hums of abandon began to emit from deep in her throat against his lips. Dear Christ, he thought, he could fall in love with a woman like this ... a real woman ... a whole woman! Then, he thought of her ... envisioned her long flaming hair, her taunting evil smile...! Shelly! Bitch! Bitch!
Elaine cried out beneath him, twisting momentarily to escape the sudden unexpected pain as he wedged his hands beneath the soft round orbs of her ass-cheeks and drew her crotch up tighter to him, then, rammed almost demoniacally, the vicious slap of his heavy balls against her buttocks resounding against the walls of the room.
"Aaaggghhhh! My God ... you'll split me!" she gasped.
He heard her low, animal-like scream and blindly thrust harder, screwing his pelvis tighter into her loins, grinding the squirming flaccid flesh beneath him. Then, surprisingly, she arched her hips up at him, her eyes glazing passionately as she raised them both inches off the bed and began to moan incessantly under his pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his hips, working up and down in a wild chanting rhythm she could no longer seem to control.
Insanely, now, he hammered into her, hauling her even tighter up against his loins and feeling her draw back her thighs, causing the moist, clasping hole of her cunt to flower open in reception of his pistoning cock to greater depths inside her.
Elaine rolled her head in befogged and delighted, unequivocal bliss the momentary twinges of pain she had known, quickly giving way to the ecstasy he was bringing to her passion-filled body, her legs on either side of his young, thick impaling cock quivering and twitching spasmodically in wild profligacy as her tongue slithered in and out of his mouth in an oral fucking semblance, while velvety noises of enchantment gurgled in her throat.
"Now! Hurry! Put your finger in my ass!" she choked, her voice coarse with that overwhelming, salacious lust that invariably swept over her like some evil, satanic spell she could never control. "Quick, damn you! Finger-fuck my asshole!"
Jamey couldn't believe it! Suddenly, she was bucking and writhing beneath him like an insane woman! The vile, licentious expression contorting her beautiful face was that of an evil witch! She was like a female Jekyll-Hyde! It frightened him ... yet, he responded, slipping his fingers over the taut, stretched flesh of her buttocks to find her unconcealed anus, smooth and hot as it worked of itself with her tensing and relaxing.
He dug it with a finger and it yielded, and his finger, an imitation of his prick, moved into the soft, warm depths, bringing new gasps and exclamations from her panting lips.
"Oh shit!" she gasped. "It's like a small cock fucking into me there ... a little boy's cock ... my baby's cock...! Ooohhhh ... another ... another! Shove another finger in!"
Dazedly, Jamey's brain reeled. Her unexpected obscene demands had set his throbbing balls to aching as did his shaft with the mounting pressure that had begun to build lustfully within his swollen sac. Excitedly, he intruded a second finger and felt the tight resistance slowly give as she screwed her anus back onto them, and he began to move and circle them inside the smooth, hot, rubbery depths while she wriggled in abandon to his dual impalement of her genitals.
Her legs on either side of his perverted double invasion of her crotch were jerking and twitching in lewd depravity, their warm, soft, white strength clamping him tight, then, releasing him as she pulled her knees back against the tips of her swollen breasts, waggling and thrusting her twin orifice-filled crotch and buttocks up at him in sadomasochistic joy, moaning and gasping continuously.
Luridly, Elaine sucked at his tongue buried half into her throat while she screwed her ass back onto his fingers and her legs raised even higher to receive his thundering cock. She wailed to herself in her delicious enchantment, realizing that she was hopelessly impaled on his marvelous young, rock-hard cock fucking into her vagina and his fingers plunged tightly up into her rectal channel. She thought of her Steven's magnificent cock and her Donnie's thick young prick ... Oh God, how she wished it was both of them fucking her holes right at that very moment ... both of them at the same time ... her beautiful, handsome men...!
Jamey Halo had reached that point where he knew he'd blow his mind if he didn't cum soon! He gasped downward at where his rod was slipping smoothly in and out of her working cunt, and concentrated on the feel of the soft hair-lined folds clasping and clinging to his furiously rampaging prick thrusting with jackhammer force into her. She had changed completely. He had never seen or known anything like it; it was almost as if she were truly a witch! Christ, he had to cum!
He tried to increase the pace and deepen his thrust as she writhed like a woman possessed beneath him, grinding up and down his cock with unbelievable fury, her legs ever jerking, her toes curling as she lurched her thighs wide and upward ... the first real indication he'd had that she was nearing climax! He pounded, pounded, pounded into her, at last yanking his fingers from her rectum with a wet, obscene hissing sound as he pressed his hands brutally behind her knees, thrusting them back hard until her head was enframed by them, bringing the table of her spectacular crotch higher and wider open to his almost inhuman plunges into her completely vulnerable cunt.
"Oh ... Oooohhhhh ... Oooooohhhhhh!" Elaine groaned, setting up a chant beneath him, her lovely face bearing but the slightest semblance of the woman he had entered the room with, her wild passion warping her features into a sensuous, depraved mask of sexual lust. "Oh Christ ... don't stop, damn you! Harder! Harder! Fuck me, Donnie ... fuck me!"
Jamey's senses were a whirlpool of confused and peaked desire. He thought she had called him by another name, but that didn't matter either. His aching, screaming cock was going to shatter into a million pieces! His balls would blow apart, with little pieces flying all over the room ... He wanted to scream as he ground hard and deep in his effort to plunge far up into the tender sanctuary of her womb ... his fear that he'd never satisfy her and that she would taunt him, just as Shelly taunted him, growing rapidly inside him! He watched her breasts heave and quiver beneath his brutal pummeling ... even saw their tiny nipples expand before his eyes as she tossed her head madly from side to side ... and for one horrible moment he was certain that he'd failed...!
Then, she convulsed under him!
"Oh ... Ohooohhhhhhh ... yes! Yesssss! Here it cums! Oh my God! Now ... Nowwwww! I-I-I'm cuuuummmmmiiiinnnnnggggg!"
Christ! He could shout he was so proud! She was! She was! He'd made her cum! Godamn her beautiful cunt, he thought as he hammered into her and felt her vaginal walls secrete their warm gushes of wet, sticky fluid around his plundering cock, flooding his shaft and balls while with renewed fire he thrust faster, deeper, with all of the strength he could still muster in his being ... and as he felt her jerk and lurch, then spasm wildly, the mouth and lips of her cunt sucking at him feverishly, her breath laboring in short, deep gasps, he sensed his own hot, wet sperm race the length of his prick in stimulating ecstasy, racking his lean, muscular young frame as it spurted from the tip of his cock far, far up into her soft, quivering belly. It jerked and spewed in never-ending delight inside her and she ground her crotch up tight against its buried depths.
Elaine whimpered and ran her hands through his hair, her thighs trembling, her belly quaking in the throes of her climax as she felt the unleashed pool of rapture, he had emptied into her. He collapsed on top of her and she let her legs fall limply on either side of him ... gently, at last, rolling him away.
She raised to one elbow above him and Jamey looked up at her. She was Mrs. Steven Trent once more ... Mrs. Dr. Jekyll ... He said:
"Wh-What is it with you, anyway? I-I've never known anyone like you. You're ... you're terrific ... Are you happy ... with your husband, I mean?"
The first wave of remorse swept over Elaine and she looked away from the boy beside her. There was no shame; she had never known the meaning of that word ... only remorse. For the first time in her life, she had actually violated her marriage vows; she had committed a fullscale infidelity. Dear God ... she could hardly remember most of it ... Would Steven forgive her if she told him...?
"Are you?" he repeated, taking her small chin in his hand and bringing her to face him.
"Am I what?"
"Happy ... with your husband and family?"
Elaine tilted her head, his words surprising her. "Are you insane?" she said suddenly. "Of course, I'm happy. I love my family with all my heart. I have a magnificent husband..."
"Who's Donnie?"
"He is..." she started to answer, then paused. Something told her that she mustn't say more. "I-I don't know anyone by that name." Suddenly, she arose from the bed and went about picking up her clothes, preparing to dress.
"You're lying ... but I don't care," Jamey said. "Maybe he's another boyfriend, but I don't care about that, either. I don't believe I could ever get angry with you, Mrs. Steven Trent. I-I love you too much, already."
Elaine had pulled up her panties. She was fastening her bra. Momentarily, she paused, then, finishing the act, going to the chair to pull on her hose. She said:
"You're saying ridiculous things. I'm old enough to be your mother and you know it."
"I don't give a damn. I can love you just the same," he said, still lying on the bed naked, raised to his elbow and stretched out on his side.
"You ... you better dress and I'll take you somewhere so that you can look after your car," she said, standing to slip her dress over her head.
"No. I'm going to stay here and think about you," he replied. "I've paid for the night ... might just as well sleep here as anyplace else."
"Suit yourself."
"Next time, maybe you'll tell me who Donnie is," he said, smiling his lopsided grin.
She had moved in front of the small vanity mirror and was brushing a comb through her hair. She brought out lipstick and applied it. Finally, she said:
"There won't be any next time, Jamey. There shouldn't have been any this time. But ... but I'm not sorry."
He watched her. She had moved to the door and was ready to leave. He guessed that he knew all along there would never be another time. He forced a smile.
"Was ... was it good?" he managed.
Elaine smiled back. Her eyes fell upon his young limp member hanging long and harmless as he lay upon his side, his head propped up on his hand. She said:
"It was good ... very good, Jamey. I'll never forget it."
He nodded. "Bye," he said.
She blew him a kiss. "Bye, bye, Darling," she said and closed the door behind her.
Chapter 3
Donnie Trent couldn't keep thoughts of the terrific time he and his lovely sister had enjoyed the night before out of his mind. He not only couldn't, but he didn't want to even if he could. Wow, Ann had surprised him all right, the way she'd played with, and sucked his prick; he could hardly believe it yet. Even though she'd muffed it right at the end when he was cumming, it really hadn't been her fault because she was cumming too, and that was the first time in her life ... it was no wonder that she'd came all unglued. Anyway, she'd promised that it'd be different tonight, now that she knew what it was like when that crazy feeling came over you, like as if your asshole was unraveling or something: she'd promised that she'd hold right onto it and keep it in her mouth when he let go, if only he'd give her another chance. Well, he damn sure would; he was grinning and thinking to himself, as he maneuvered his mini-bike expertly in the rain, and threw his papers enroute.
But he still could get over the conviction that of everyone, he'd bet that Mom could do it best of all ... especially after watching her with his father last night. Holy crap, his Dad really had a big cock, too, but Mom had taken practically the whole length of it right in her mouth. Man, that was something, all right ... and just thinking about his Mom doing it to him made his pecker jerk inside his shorts. He guessed he'd better force himself to think of something else before he got all excited and took a header on his bike ... except that there wasn't very much else that he cared to think about ... unless it was the trip to Maine they'd be taking the day after tomorrow. That ought to be pretty groovy, seeing the rocky-coast and all. He guessed that his Dad must be about the smartest guy around, being made president of the paper company like he was. He was sure lucky, all right, having parents like Mom and Dad, and a pretty sister like Ann to have a time with whenever he wanted to.
Really, he thought, there was only about one thing that bothered him, and that was being sent off to boarding school next January when the new semester started. He wasn't keen on that at all, but it was something Dad kept insisting would be good for him. The idea of being away from the family gave him a funny feeling inside, a sort of lonesome emptiness that he didn't like one tiny bit; besides that, there wouldn't be anyone to have a time with ... Man, he'd sure miss Ann.
Damnit, he guessed he'd just have to tell Dad he didn't want to go, that he wanted to stay right there with the family ... Holy crap, there just wouldn't be anyone he could have a time with, and that was for certain ...!
* * *
When Ann Trent saw Greg Wilcox coming across the stage toward her in the auditorium, the strangest feeling caught at the pit of her stomach. He was looking right at her, smiling that clean open grin of his that always caused her to melt, and she just knew that he was going to say something important. Then, she did the craziest thing ... she turned around and walked away from him into the wing and along the hallway to the prop room ... and for the life of her, if anyone had ever asked, she wouldn't have been able to tell them why she had done it.
Once inside the cluttered room and realizing what she'd done, Ann was fit to be tied. She'd absolutely blown it ... actually turned her back on Greg Wilcox, the one boy any girl in the school would give six months allowance just to date! But something had simply made her swing around like that and...
"Ann...? You in here?" she heard his voice in the doorway and could hardly believe it.
"Yes," she replied, forcing herself to sound casual. She didn't turn but knew it was Greg. No one else in the whole world had a throaty voice like his. God, there wasn't any thing that he didn't have when it came to smooth guys.
"Can I speak to you about something?" he asked, his voice closer now and she knew he was coming up behind her.
She pretended to be looking for something amidst the conglomeration piled nearly to the ceiling of the room. She turned to face him.
"Sure," she said. "Oh, it's you, Greg. You sounded like someone else. What is it?"
He was a big boy, broad-shouldered and muscular with a square, rugged face, dark-eyed and chestnut-haired. He wore his hair long and tapered neatly at the back of his neck, and his beauty mark was the deep cleft in his chin. He quarterbacked the varsity eleven and was the school's ace baseball pitcher; at seventeen he was president of the senior class and thought of as the boy most likely to succeed, which seemed only logical to Ann, inasmuch as he was heir to the Everetts fortune.
"I was wondering..." he said, coming very close to her and surprisingly enough, reaching right out to take her small hand between both of his, practically whipping her breath away, "would ... would you like to go to the Country Club's dance for Juniors with me? I-I mean. It's a couple of weeks off, I know, but I thought I better ask you now...
For a brief moment, Ann thought that her legs might cave beneath her. She could hardly believe that she was hearing right, but of course, she was. Greg Wilcox had actually asked her to go to the event of the year with him ... the Country Club dance for Juniors! Wow! And ... and he was holding her hand and smiling right down into her face...!
"W-Well?" he said. "I-I hope no one's asked you before me ...?"
"No ... that is, no one's asked me," Ann stammered, almost feeling his handsome eyes playing on the full, pointed swell of her breasts beneath her blouse, and not knowing whether she liked that or not. "And yes, Greg, I'd love to go with you."
He grinned, then sighed. "Good," he said. "In fact, that's great!" He squeezed her hand warmly and Ann felt her face flushing. "I-I've been wanting to ask you out for a long time," he said, moving in closer to her, until their bodies were nearly touching. "But I guess ... I was afraid you'd turn me down or something..."
"Oh?" Ann heard herself say, her throat growing dry as he narrowed the space between them and she felt the tip of her breasts brush against his chest. She could hardly breathe.
"S-Shall we seal the bargain...?" he managed hoarsely.
"S-Seal it? How...?"
He bent his head forward and she felt his arms slipping around his waist. "With a kiss," he said. "That's the only way I know of sealing bargains."
Ann felt her young voluptuous body stiffen in his embrace, but she let him kiss her on the mouth, not minding it one little bit, even though she stood there as if petrified, frightened and unresponsive, yet, in heaven all the same. It wasn't until his hand tried to steal up over her breast that she moved, catching his wrist and quickly backing away from him, simultaneously slapping his face with her other hand.
"Don't ever do anything like that again, Greg Wilcox!" she snapped angrily. "What kind of girl do you think I am?"
"I-I ... golly, Ann, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ... Please..." he stammered. "I swear ... it won't happen again ... F-Forgive me...?"
Slowly, the anger left her, and Ann broke into a little smile. She lowered her eyes and began to titter. "All right, I forgive you, Greg ... but just remember ... don't try that again."
"I won't. I promise," he assured her. "And ... and the date? Is it still on?"
Smiling warmly, Ann nodded her head with enthusiasm. "Of course it is, silly."
* * *
Ann Trent was walking on a cloud when she sat down at the table with Nadine Sheldon at lunchtime. Nadine was her best friend and Ann thought of her as the most beautiful girl she had ever known. She was part oriental, her mother having come to the states from Korea, and Nadine bore all of her breathtaking, exotic features, along with the handsome ones of her father, but today, for some reason or other they were drawn; she seemed very depressed.
"Guess what?" greeted Ann, sliding her tray onto the table. "Whom do you think just asked me to go to the Country Club Junior with him?"
The lovely, slender-faced girl with the almond shaped eyes and the long black tresses pretended interest. "Who?" she responded dutifully.
"None other than Greg Wilcox! Isn't that super?" Ann exclaimed. "Dear mother, I almost fainted! And then, you know what? I was in the prop room, see..." she began, dropping onto her chair and thrusting a straw into her Coke. "Hey ... you aren't listening, Nada ... Is anything wrong?"
The ivory-skinned girl raised her eyes, gazing vacantly at her friend. "Wrong...?" she repeated.
"Yes ... wrong. Something's bothering you," Ann said, leaning forward. "What is it?"
"N-Nothing. Really, it's nothing..."
"Yes, it is. I can tell. Now, what is it?"
Nadine shook her lovely head. Momentarily, she didn't speak. "Really, Ann ... it isn't anything ... anything you could put your finger on. I mean ... well, my father ... He's disappeared, or something ... Mom and I haven't seen him in three days. No one has seen him..." Suddenly, a tiny handkerchief appeared in her delicate hand and she held it to her face.
"Oh Baby, I'm sorry," Ann whispered, sincerely feeling her friend's anguish. She reached across the table and touched her hand. "Has ... your mother contacted the police?"
Nadine nodded. She sniffled into the kerchief, then, lightly blew her nose. "Chief Archer was out to our house last night. He kept asking Mom questions ... questions like, did you have a fight? Has everything been running smoothly between you? Can you think of any reason why he'd want to run away ... Was there another woman? Oh God, Ann, it was terrible. My Mom just cried and cried ... because she and Daddy always got on so well. They loved each other and I know it...!"
"Of course, they do, Nade," Ann agreed. "Just like my parents. Good Lord, sometimes I wonder about Chief Archer, even though he is my neighbor. The police can be so cruel ... Look, why don't you go home? Cut your classes this afternoon ... I'll even go with you if you want ..."
"No. It's easier if I stay right here and keep my mind off it. Besides, Mom isn't there. She's spent the last two days at police headquarters, waiting for news. No ... I'll stay here. Please ... tell me about Greg Wilcox asking you."
Ann offered a sympathetic smile. She thought she understood. "All right," she said, and began to enlighten her friend of all that had transpired in the prop room, but she was only part way finished when suddenly Nadine jumped up and ran from the caf.
Ann didn't follow her; instead, she merely sat there, sipping at her Coke, not hungry any longer as she thought of Nadine's problem.
Dear God! Supposing it was Daddy! But that was impossible, because nothing like that could ever happen to her magnificent father ... not to her Mom, or even Donnie ... Even Donnie? Quietly, she smiled to herself. Lord, what a brother he was ... and what a super time they'd had together last night! The whole exciting episode had been flooding her mind all day, in fact, was the very first thing she'd thought of that morning. Wow, what a tremendous time it had been ... and she'd really cum! God, at first she'd thought something wild was going wrong inside her, but even if it had been, she'd never have been able to stop it; it felt so dynamic ... so absolutely releasing. And Donnie had promised to sneak in and do it for her again tonight ... except that this time she had to keep his prick in her mouth. He'd made her promise him that ... which was kind of silly really, because that was the reason she wanted to do it ... so that she could swallow his white, warm juice when he squirted it out...
"God ... just thinking about it caused those little tingly prickles again. And then, she thought of Daddy and his thick long prick ... how lucky Mommy was to have that wonderful shaft to play with and suck ... She knew that he stuck it right into her vagina too, but of course, she'd never seen them do that, and anyway, it wasn't something she and Donnie could do. A girl was supposed to stay a virgin until she got married and that meant not breaking her hymen by pushing anything big up into her, or letting a boy or man fuck her ... but she couldn't help but wonder what she'd do if Donnie really insisted...? God, she could imagine how wonderful it would feel, especially when she was all excited like last night ... slipping right up into her hole ... especially, if it was a long thick one like Daddy's ... Wow, there just wouldn't be any question if Daddy wanted to do it to her...! She couldn't imagine anything more beautiful!
She was so tremendously fortunate to have her wonderful family! Poor Nadine! Maybe, if she had a considerate brother like Donnie it would be easier for her right now. That was the whole thing that mattered in life, having close loved ones who cared about your happiness and shared their joy with you, just the way she and Donnie, and Mom and Dad, did. But it had to be in the family ... all of the kissing and sucking and loving ... otherwise, it was wrong ... even dirty ... Of course, Greg hadn't meant to be that way. He'd just gotten carried off, and really he hadn't gone too far, but she was happy that she'd slapped him. He certainly wouldn't try to touch her breasts again...
Just imagine ... going to the Country Club Junior with Greg Wilcox. Wait until Mommy and Daddy heard that!
Chapter 4
Steven Trent seldom drove to work unless the weather was exceptionally bad. He preferred to leave Elaine the car for her use; he walked for the exercise, sometimes catching a bus or cab, if he was tired. That October afternoon, in the rain, he had taxied home, lying comfortably back against the seat and giving pleasant thoughts to their new house and the additional luxury and happiness it was going to bring to their already full, wonderful existence. It pleased him immeasureably to better the lives of his loved ones in whatever manner he could. He smiled contentedly to himself.
All the same, he didn't like to cut himself quite so short in the ready-cash department, just in case an unexpected emergency might arise, but he had done so this time, nevertheless. He had practically cleaned out their savings account with the down-payment on the new place that morning; however, he guessed there would be little to worry about with his new position and all. Certainly, he was an executive of no small potential; as President of Parksburg Paper Mills there was a little question that if he needed a loan to tide him over, the bank should be more than willing to oblige. Again, he smiled. It was all part of prestige, wasn't it?
Still, there was one bothersome item that irritated him, although he tried not to let it. The company had gone through three presidents in the last four years, since Eulin Everetts had taken over as Chairman of the Board, following old Justin's passing. At the time of their individual regimes, Steve had thought each one of them to be good and capable men, and was somewhat shocked when they were ousted and replaced, but Eulin Everetts had explained to him that none of them were equal to the job, and he had accepted that. What did seem odd to Steve, however, was that in all three cases the families had left Parksburg lock, stock and barrel within a week following their dismissal. He'd heard that all three of the former presidents now held similar positions in affiliate foreign companies and that Eulin Everetts had made this possible, but, of course, he had no way of knowing how reliable his information was.
Anyway, he didn't intend for such a thing to depress him, nor his wonderful family, if he could help it. Life was too rich and full of joy for a father surrounded by such beautiful loved-ones. He inched forward on the seat, sitting up straight as the cabbie swung into their drive. He saw that the garage was still empty, indicating that Elaine was not home from her weekly shopping tour as yet and smiled understandingly to himself.
The cabbie accepted the bill and started to make change.
"That's all right," Steve said, hopping out and jogging toward the house in the light downpour. He inserted his key, opened the door, and the fresh familiar smell welcomed him. "Hello ...," he called out. "Anybody home?"
No answer. He checked his watch and saw that it was five-thirty, shrugged his shoulders and went into his den where the bar waited invitingly. While he blended a pitcher of martinis, he contemplated their whereabouts. Donnie would still be on his route ... and no telling where his luscious little Ann was ... probably downtown at the Malt Shop. He smiled warmly at the mere thought of his voluptuous daughter. God, she was nothing short of a ravishing beauty ... such a gorgeous face and breath-taking body ... Damn, he'd be lying if he didn't admit to the sexual stimulation the mere sight of her aroused in him ... a healthy situation or not, he had to admit to it. He guessed, perhaps, there was a bit of Lot in him, but he rationalized that such fixations were probably the paternal rule rather than the exception. He'd never been a student of Freud, but gathered that the old boy undoubtedly had the answer if he ever felt the need for it.
The facts were, that he and Elaine had never tried to hide sex from their children; rather, had they endeavored to let them gradually know the beauty of their bodies, of love and desire and the sensuousness of the final act itself. This hadn't meant that they ran around the house naked in front of their daughter and son, nor that they prompted them to do so, but neither had they ever expressed shock or shame when one of the kids walked into the bathroom or bedroom and caught them in the nude, and Steve was satisfied that their approach had proven successful. He was convinced that his lovely little Ann was a virgin and would remain so for her marriage bed, just as her mother had brought her chaste body to him. At least, he'd felt confident at the time that he had ruptured Elaine's hymen ... Lately, he'd thought of it off and on, and wasn't quite so certain as he had been all of those seventeen years ago, remembering, there'd been no blood ... really, no great resistance there when he'd pressed into her, but she had groaned with the pain, and it'd actually been a month or so before they had managed to go at it with enthusiasm ... fucking, that was, for they had played the oral games from their second date onward.
Christ, he doubted that any girl loved to suck a cock as much as did his Elaine, nor was as capable of performing the erotic feat with the skill and fervor that she possessed. Last night, he'd thought she was going to draw the lining right up out of his balls ... God, just to think about it caused his member to stir huskily in his pants.
Steve sipped at his martini, then turned on the tape-deck for soft background listening, relaxing finally in his favorite chair. There was something synonymous with martinis, soft music and sex, he thought. Again, his prick jerked inside his shorts and he found himself envisioning Elaine's lovely body stretched out above him, her enticing crotch arched above his face, her vulnerable, pink, flowered cunt moistly waiting for the delight of his invading tongue, while voraciously she would begin to lick and suck at his swollen cock ... and then, the apparition was no longer Elaine, but the soft, smooth, enchanting body of his beloved Ann, her long blonde hair hanging down to taunt his thighs and loins as she slid her warm ovaled lips down over the rigid pole of his throbbing prick...
"Hi, Daddy..."
Steve Trent gave a start, the empty glass in his hand nearly falling to the floor as the breathtaking sight of Ann's smiling face registered. He managed a smile of his own and she skipped over to him, bending down to kiss him on the lips as always, her young, full breasts brushing tightly against his shoulder and arm.
"You been home long?" she questioned, running her hand through his hair.
"No ... I ah ... just got in. M-Mother must still be shopping," he said as she straightened.
Ann reached down and took his glass, going to the bar to refill it. "Going to let me have a little taste tonight?"
Steve swallowed tightly. It was something he did occasionally. She would sit on his lap and he would give her a few sips of martini and let her have the olives. There really wasn't anything wrong with it ... except right at the moment with his prick stiffening out like an oversized railroad spike ... she was bound to feel it against her full young buttocks...
"Well...," he started to say, but she'd returned and already moved her warm, soft bottom right down on top of it! Her arm slipped around his neck and he couldn't help but gaze at her erect, rotund young breasts jutting out inside the satiny material of her blouse.
She held his glass in her other hand and smiled warmly into his face, then tasted it before holding the thin, cool edge to his lips. Steve took half of it, swallowing the gin and vermouth needfully, welcoming the burning sensation it sent through his stomach.
"Good, huh?" she said, always smiling, leaning close then and pecking him on the lips. "Mmmm, what a wonderful Daddy you are," she whispered. "I love you so much..."
Steve made a little grunting sound as her soft round buttocks ground against his ever hardening cock when she moved forward to kiss him. Christ, his prick was jumping like a jack-rabbit beneath her and he couldn't do a damned thing about it! She had to be aware of it! For the first time in his life, he felt embarrassed with his own daughter ... but she was acting as if it wasn't happening at all ... as if she had no idea what was going on ... yet, he'd swear to God that he'd just sensed an almost imperceptable undulation of her tight young ass down against it...!
His brain whirled. He said: "I ... ah ... bought the new house this morning ..."
"Oh Daddy, how wonderful! Mom will be so happy!" she exclaimed, squirming on his lap until he was conscious of the fact that she had shifted her buttocks so that the head of his prick was snugly fitted right up into the hollow of her thigh juncture, pressing against the soft fleshy lips of her young tight cunt.
He damned near gasped aloud at the erotic charge that jolted through him; then she was sipping at his martini again and holding the glass to his lips. Eagerly, he gulped it away and then, without warning, she kissed him, pressing her soft, moist lips tight against his own ... and before he realized it, his hand encircled her tiny waist, drawing her to him as his tongue began to tickle her lips and his free hand smoothed along the exposed, nylon covered thighs that were completely naked to him beneath her mini-skirt ... until he could see the creamy white flesh above her stockings and the tiny wisp of sheer panties encasing the puffy little pussy mound between her legs.
Wild tiny tremors were racing through Ann as her Daddy's tongue teased at her lips, while his long thick shaft throbbed excitingly through their clothing against the already moist lips of her pussy. She had felt it the moment she sat down on his lap and knew that it was hard, just the way she'd seen it the night before when Mommy was sucking it. Oh God, it was heavenly, and the way he was holding her tight against him, pressing the hard nipples of her breasts right into his big, warm chest as his hand began to caress her thighs hotly. Oh God ... don't ever let it stop! Make him move his hand right up inside my panties and touch me there...!
Steve Trent knew what he was doing was wrong, but had no intentions of stopping. He wasn't drunk ... hadn't had that much, but the liquor was stimulating him to no end ... He pressed his tongue into the sweet tasting shelter of his daughter's warm, receptive mouth, and the fact that she was welcoming it ... even encouraging it was more than he could fight against. He felt her soft, warm, delicious round ass squirming undeniably down onto his cock while she nibbled at his tongue and crushed her firm full breasts into him, even as she gently spread her thighs to his searching hand sliding along the unbelievably hot, satiny skin of her thighs ... until at last, he touched her puffy little mound, gently pressing against it and feeling the fleshy flanges give with delightful resiliency, an erotic tremor noticeably rippling over her enchanting young body against him, and he sensed the moistness of her pussy through the flimsy crotch band of her panties.
Ann was certain that she was just going to melt with joy. The tingling, prickling sensations were spiraling through her tummy, right up from where Daddy's hand pressed hotly against the moist lips of her vagina to swirl inside her breasts and generate like tiny sparks out through her pointed, hard nipples burrowing into him. She couldn't sit still, but instead, began to rub her excited, fuzz-covered pubic mound against her father's hand, sliding her bottom back and forth on his throbbing rod caught in the cleft of her now, wide-spread buttocks, while simultaneously she sucked at his tongue, then forced hers deep into his mouth.
"Mmmmmm," she murmured against his lips. "Daddy ... Daddy ... don't stop!"
"Christ!" Steve Trent gasped, his brain a cyclone of confused excitement as his stone-hard cock jerked uncontrollably and he held his daughter tightly against him, sucking at her tiny tongue while his hand caressed the damp nylon material and felt the perceptable fleshy outline of her enticing little cunt. Shit, he couldn't stop now ... couldn't help himself even if he wanted to! His voluptuous little daughter's breath was hot and panting in his face as she began to writhe and squirm with unbelievable passion to his gentle caresses between her spread thighs. He managed to say, "M-My God, Baby ... you ... you don't know what you're doing to me ... We shouldn't..."
"Oh ... oh, Daddy ... please don't stop ... Go inside! Feel of it ... put your finger in me, Daddy! I want you to...!" she whispered hotly.
Suddenly, Steve felt his fingers pushing aside and moving inside the elastic leg band of her panties. They were tight and she had to lift up and squirm a little more to let his fingers move behind the material. Steve couldn't breathe; his breath was a dry, cotton-like wad in his throat as perspiration broke out on his forehead. The satiny smoothness of her skin down there was intoxicating ... then, he felt the first wisps of her sparse, silken-like pubic hair as his fingers moved along the soft tight flanges of her young pussy toward her cuntal slit ... and there was moistness, delicious and warm ... She whimpered into his mouth as his finger slid inside, gently spreading the lips to allow him access to the soft, velvety flesh, then he slipped upward to the erect, tiny bud of her clitoris, causing her to immediately begin a slight, but perceptible undulation of her buttocks down onto his lurching prick, while her excited cunt squirmed and gyrated around his finger taunting the apex of her hungry young pussy.
"Ohhhh, Sweet Daddy ... don't ever, ever stop!" she begged him, laying her head against his shoulder now and hugging him tightly. "Please, don't ever stop...!"
"We ... have to ... somebody ... your mother or your brother might come in..." he gasped.
"I don't care! I don't care! It's so beautiful," she moaned. "You ... you've always said that ... that sex isn't wrong ... so why can't we? As ... oohhh ... as long as it's us ... in our own beautiful ...ooohhh ... family ... ooohh Daddy, it's so good ... so good!"
"Christ almighty!" Steve Trent blurted. She was driving him right out of his mind! Damn, he'd tear the clothes right off her in a minute ... eat her luscious, young cunt right out! God, he had to stop ... had to!
Suddenly, he withdrew his hand and she caught it, trying to force it back inside her panties once more.
"Oh, please, Daddy ... Keep doing it ... don't stop...!"
But he'd made up his mind; he had to bring it to an end! "No, Princess not now, anyway...!"
"When? Later? Tonight, maybe, in my room...?"
Gently, he took her by the arms and held her upright so that he could look directly at her beautiful, young desire-racked face. "Listen to me my little darling ... It's my fault ... I got carried away ... you're so lovely ... and you remind me so much of your mother. I-I guess I had too much to drink..."
"No! I wanted you to do it, Daddy! It was beautiful ... I wish you wouldn't stop," Ann whimpered, dropping her eyes and pouting sensuously. "It's ... it's because you don't like me that much, isn't it?"
"Oh God no, Baby!" he exclaimed, hugging her tightly to him once more. "Of all things, it could never be that! I love you with all my heart, Ann ... you're my precious little girl..."
"Then, why ... if sex is all right ... why can't we do it if we want to?" she half-whispered into his ear while he held her. "I can still feel your thing ... it's hard and hot ... and I know you want to do things to me with it..."
"Oh Baby, Baby ... you're driving me right, out of my skull!" Steve said, pressing her away from him once more. "Look ... you're just a little girl ... and ..."
"I'm not a little girl!" Ann replied indignantly. "I'm as big as Mommy. Look at my breasts; they're bigger than Mommy's. Maybe my cunt isn't as big as hers, but I know your cock will fit in there," she said with all of the sincere innocence he had ever seen on a face.
Her choice and use of the lewd four-letter words had damned near floored him. Momentarily, he could but gape at her in stunned shock. His prick had grown a half-inch with the salacious lurch the vile words had caused as they tumbled so sincerely from her sweet, soft lips, and if it hadn't been for the sound of the car coming into the driveway, he wasn't certain what he might have done.
"Christ in heaven!" he gasped. "Listen to me, Princess, we'll talk about this later ... your mother's coming. Just ... just don't say anything ... and I promise, we'll talk about it ... just you and me, eh?"
Ann looked at him for a long moment, then, she leaned forward and kissed him warmly on the mouth. "Y-You won't forget ... promise?"
"I-I promise, Baby."
"And we'll do it again, won't we ... just like today...?"
"Y-Yes, Baby ... if you want to..."
"Oh yes, Daddy, I do want to only next time, we'll take all of our clothes off ... so we can see each other and ... and suck each other's things, like you and Mommy do ... Won't we?"
Dear Christ! He couldn't believe his ears! He must be going out of his mind! He could only stare at her. Finally, he said: "Baby ... before your Mother comes in, I have one question ... Are you still a ... virgin? I mean, you've never let anyone make ... make love to you that way, have you...?"
Abruptly, Ann got up from his lap and placed her small delicate hands on her full hips, a resentful, if hurt expression on her lovely face. "Daddy!" she snapped. "I'm surprised at you, thinking such a thing of me! Of course, I'm still a virgin. Do you think I'd let anyone outside of the family touch me that way? After all, we do have sex education in school, you know; I mean, we are taught that a girl doesn't do such things with someone she doesn't love ... But with you it would be different, wouldn't it? I do love you ... and Mommy and Donnie..."
Steve gulped aloud. The more she said, the more frustrated he was becoming. There were a million questions that he wanted to ask her now, but it was too late ... He heard the back door open and realized that Elaine was home. He picked up his glass and handed it to his daughter.
"Here, pour me another martini, and don't say anything to Mommy or your brother about ... about what happened, will you?"
Ann smiled warmly, her entrancing eyes beginning to dance excitedly. She shook her head and winked at him. "It's our secret, Daddy darling. I won't tell if you don't."
He nodded, watching her trip toward the bar to pour his drink. Christ in heaven! He wasn't about to mention it ... even think of it in Elaine's presence, lest she guess what was in his mind. But damn, there wasn't any question of a doubt, either; he knew it was going to happen again ... and God only knew what it would come to next time...
"Hi, everybody," Elaine said, walking into the room, her usual enticing smile lighting her alluring face. "Am I just in time for martinis?"
"Hi Mommy," Ann greeted from behind the bar. "I'll pour you one."
"Well," Steve said, forcing his grin. "Did you have a good day?"
Gracefully, Elaine lowered herself down into a chair. She brushed a hand casually through her short, raven hair. "Ohhh," she sighed, "Not really. It always takes so much out of me. I couldn't find one single thing that I wanted..."
Chapter 5
Eulin C. Everetts had never given much thought to it, but he supposed he was in a rut. All the same, it was a pleasurable rut, he mused. He was probably the wealthiest man in Parksburg, and lived in its most palatial, if dated home. His granddaddy had built the well kept victorian mansion on Everett Hill overlooking the city, and had made the fortune that had passed through his father's hands to him. His father, too, had been in a rut, even made it worse by marrying the Boston cultured bitch who had been his mother, and who had whipped him unmercifully for her sexual pleasure. He had never known a sorry day for pushing her down the stairs, and as he grew older, had derived tremendous pleasure from slipping into her room where she lay mute and paralyzed to torment her with probing needles, along with phalluses he had shaped from wood or whatever, that he would thrust brutally into her vagina, then her rectum while he watched the agony in her completely helpless eyes. But then, that too, became a rut and he grew tired of it; when she finally died painfully of a damaged uterus, he felt confidently certain that he'd caused it and there was great satisfaction in that.
His obese ugliness sickened him, but not as it had once when he was younger and vieing for the hands of girls. Now, it often pleased him to force its vileness onto women who he knew despised the very ground he walked on. He was only thirty-four, but who, except those who factually were aware, would believe him. Yet, it made no difference, did it? Not any longer, for he had learned to control, to buy, to make his money perform for him. He bartered in people, a sensually delighting, slavelike hobby that stimulated and fulfilled him as few men are ever fulfilled.
Eulin Everetts smiled obscenely to himself. He drove the Rolls Royce up the winding road of Everett Hill with an air of self-adapted regal importance. He thought of Evie with her luscious body that had been designed to bring him perverse pleasure, and her handsome brother, Bodie's, when he felt that urge, both of them mentally retarded and subject, along with their grandmother, the venerable Mrs. Mudd, who had taken in her slut-daughter's bastard children, to his slightest whims and devices.
He wondered how many men ... tired, worried business-men ... could go home to his pleasures? And especially with what he had to look forward to with the charming Trents. That should be an unequaled adventure; not only from the standpoint of the delicious wife called Elaine, but the unbelievably precious daughter, Ann. The Marquis de Sade, himself, would undoubtedly come out of his grave, to get at that!
He smiled licentiously as he manuevered the Rolls the last half-mile along the archway of giant elms and maples lining the entrance-way to the mansion house on either side. He was an avid student of de Sade and boasted a library of his complete works, but some of his own innovations and writings, he felt, would put the master himself to shame. Of course, where the Marquis had only the quill, brush and wood-cut to record his orgiastic accomplishments, he, Eulin Everetts, had his cameras and sound equipment, and naturally everything was in full color. Presently, he was mentally debating what film might please him most this night.
Once inside the garage adjoining the great house, Eulin Everetts went through the task of removing his massive bulk from the limosine, an effort that took him several straining and gasping moments. Although he towered three inches over six-feet, his unbelievable near four hundred pounds of sagging flesh diminished the fact of his height to an illusion of squat, gigantic girth; just as his piggish eyes that were almost lost in puffs of fat, his button nose and baby-ish mouth with the wormlike lips composing the features on the front of the nubbin, bald head, gave the false impression of idiocy, for inside that Mongolian appearing skull rested the brain of a business genius, a fact that Parksburg Paper Mills, Inc. had profited by immensely the past four years of his Board Chairmanship.
Puffing strenuously, the huge man stepped into his private elevator and pressed the button that would take him to his secluded apartment on the third floor. There, he was met by a handsome young man, naked to the waist, his strong muscular legs enclosed in black silk trousers which clung to them down to the ankles. His torso was slim, with every muscle in it developed to a pitch of near perfection, and his arms were hard and wiry. He was nineteen-year-old Bodie Tate, the mentally retarded grandson of Mrs. Mudd, and like his twenty-two year old sister, his purpose in life was to serve and bring pleasure to his benefactor.
The young man smiled, showing a row of strong white teeth. "Hello, Mister Eulin," he said, immediately stepping forward to help the huge man remove his coat.
Eulin Everetts grunted almost in disgust and stood perfectly still while Bodie set about to undress him. It was a chore that Bodie was familiar with and he performed it with unexpected efficiency, stripping the monstrous form to complete and unsightly nakedness, then covering it with a rich, wine-colored dressing gown ... not yet closing it over the gigantic belly until the huge man indicated whether he should drop to his knees and suck him or not.
Bodie was never sure exactly what he was supposed to do, and he couldn't tell a thing by Mister Eulin's face. Sometimes if he smiled, that was good, and other times if he smiled, it turned out to be bad. Really, he was never certain if he was smiling or not with his small mouth lost in those great jowls of fat, so he just waited for him to say whether he wanted to be sucked. Bodie could barely see even the head of his prick between the rolls that hung down from his belly and there was no way of telling whether his prick was hard or not ... it was so small anyway. However, he used to think if it was hard, Mister Eulin wanted him to suck it, and if it wasn't, that he probably didn't; but then he learned that sometimes when it was hard Mister Eulin wanted Evie to suck it, or some other thing, so he'd just given up trying to figure what the big man wanted and simply waited to be told.
Eulin Everetts had no desire for Bodie's oral ministrations at the moment; and his mind was too occupied with thoughts of the Trent family and the pleasures they were going to provide for him over the weekend. He brushed the handsome boy to one side, tied his robe around him and walked to his favorite great chair in the plushly furnished room where books lined two shelved walls, and every conceivable convenience was available to him at fingertip touch or verbal command, while Bodie retreated to a corner and squatted onto a cushion to wait in silent readiness.
In fact, Eulin had decided to view the films of his three former presidents tonight and study the orgies he had enjoyed with their delightful families to see what could be added with the beautiful Trents that might peak his lascivious pleasures to new heights. It wouldn't be a simple matter, he realized, for he could imagine nothing perverted under the sun that he hadn't indulged in or witnessed. But of course, a great deal of the delight for him was endeavoring to concoct something new, something more obscene and lustful than he'd ever imagined ... yet, in just casual thought, he could imagine nothing more carnally fulfilling than the complete debauching of Trent's young daughter, Ann, before her parent's eyes ... and there was small doubt in his mind but what the ambitious Steve Trent, along with his equally ambitious, lovely wife would offer little or no resistance, once they learned of the twenty-five thousand dollars that would be placed jointly in their bank accounts ... or the complete and total destruction of the gallant father-husband throughout the industry should they decide not to cooperate.
The huge gargoyle grinned salaciously to himself as he stabbed a pudgy finger against a mother-of-pearl button beside his chair. Almost immediately the main door to the apartment opened and a tall, voluptuous girl with long, dark, near hip-length hair entered; she was completely naked except for a thin garter-belt around her slender waist that held up her long black hose, and the high-heeled pumps she wore. She was exceedingly attractive, with wide, smiling mouth and rather vacant, large eyes; but most outstanding were her magnificently jutting breasts with their dark, ruby-like nipples distended a half-inch at their tips, and the way the pair of glistening globes rippled and swayed as she crossed the room toward him, a small silver tray balancing a filled, long-stemmed glass in her hand.
Eulin Everetts never failed to become sensually aroused at Evie Tate's entrances with his cocktails. Of course, she dressed, if it could be called that he thought to himself, according to his demands, and the fact that there was not a pubic hair on her luscious body was due to one of his own amusing pastimes; he derived great pleasure from plucking them out with tweezers and keeping her pussy completely baby-smooth and naked. The erotic stimulation it gave him just to look at her tight pink slit protruding in slightly swollen delight between her full, round white thighs seemed never-ending. Sometimes, he thought, it was a pity that she was as mentally vacant as her eyes depicted her; had she normal wits she would undoubtedly feel shame and degradation at many of the deplorable indecencies he subjected her to, adding to his sadistic enjoyment; but like her brother, the more brutally he treated her the more exhilaratingly devoted she seemed to become. Oh well, one couldn't have everything, could one?
"Your cocktail, Mister Eulin," said Evie, her long silken hair cascading forward to hide her lush breasts as she leaned down to place his glass beside him.
The gargoyle reached out a pudgy hand and cupped one naked breast peeking at him through the forest of her lovely hair. She tittered lightly and stood unmoving as he squeezed the soft, resilient flesh, his fingers sliding off to its tip and catching at the nipple to pinch cruelly. He grinned when he saw the pain in her eyes, then heard the little whimper emit from her pretty lips.
"Open your cunt," he said. "Let me look at it."
Again, her smile returned as she quickly pressed her rounded hips forward and spread her thighs, then with the forefingers of both hands, slowly spread open the naked fleshy lips, exposing the moist pink flesh of her cunt to him.
"Put your finger up in it," he said, his little eyes narrowing lewdly.
Immediately, she obeyed, holding her cunt-lips open with her left hand while she inserted the right index finger to its entirety up into her vagina and begun a rhythmic plunging motion along with an obscene pelvic undulation that caused Eulin's prick to stir between the heavy rolls of fat girding his loins. Then, he saw that she was enjoying it and he said:
"Enough. Bring me my dinner ... and make it snappy."
"Yes, Mister Eulin," Evie replied, swinging about and hurrying across the room to the door.
The ugly man watched the entrancing jiggle of her round, protruding buttocks with lewd fascination as she disappeared, the door closing behind her. He thought of Mrs. Mudd's wizened little face and the mental pain it brought her to see her lovely granddaughter running about the house naked to satisfy his libidinous whim and that, too, pleased him. He despised the witchfaced little woman who had looked after him following his mother's accident, the woman his father had fucked in need, and whom, the old fool had let bring in her mentally deficient grandchildren when their mother was burned to death in a whore-house fire.
But really, he didn't hate them anymore than he hated his own dead sister's son, Greg; it was simply that they had been born for his perverse use, and until his father had died there was no way he could get at them. Now, of course, that had all changed; but with Greg Wilcox it was different. There was no way he could seduce him; he had been strong-willed like his mother, and Eulin Everetts had done the only thing he could ... gotten rid of him by arranging for the boy to live with Dr. and Mrs. Engles. There could be no one in his house not subject to his will. And well did Mrs. Mudd realize that. If it were not for his benefaction, the two idiots would be shut away in institutions somewhere, and this, he knew, the little old lady would do anything to avoid ... she loved them that much.
Abruptly, the door reopened, interrupting his thoughts; it was Evie carrying a large tray with his dinner. He looked to Bodie who still squatted upon his cushion in a far corner.
"You stupid bastard!" the huge man barked. "Get my fucking table over here before I cut your nuts off!"
Immediately, the muscular young man leaped to action, while his sister giggled at Mister Eulin's snarling words. Sometimes, Bodie acted so stupid, she thought. It was really a wonder that Mr. Eulin didn't do something to punish him ... like make him walk around with the big wooden prick in his anus the way she had to when she did something wrong. Of course, what Mister Eulin didn't know, was after a little while, how good it began to feel, and if she really concentrated she could cum everytime she took fifty steps ...
"Well, damnit, cunt! Are you going to stand there all night until my food is cold?" the gross mass of flesh bellered from his chair, snapping Evie from her trance.
Quickly, she hustled forward and placed his tray, then waited for him to slide down in his chair before she dropped to her knees and crawled between his huge spread legs to search gently for his cock. This was really the part of the evening she liked most ... the sucking of his prick. It was so small and red from being hidden between the layers of fat; it was just like a little boy's cock, and she often thought how wonderful it would be to have a little boy to suck. Bodie's was so big that sometimes, when he rammed it in her throat, she could hardly breath; yet she had to admit that she loved to suck it; he always squirted in great big, hot gushes that made her shiver in ecstasy ... and when he shoved it into her cunt or rectum, she'd bet that she cum fifty times anyway ... maybe a million...
Eulin Everetts toyed with his food. He really wasn't hungry; nor had he wanted a drink. His brain was too saturated with the Trents. Two more days, he thought, as he felt the delicate, gentle hands of Evie caressing his balls ... then, her small, wet tongue licking the head of his prick. Generally, it was delightful, the delicious morsels of food teasing his palate with every swallowed mouthful while Evie sucked his cock and milked his testicles tauntingly, but tonight, he sensed his desires being more aroused by memorable excerpts from the Marquis, and he ordered Bodie to bring him his copy of Juliette.
The muscular young man had no more than responded when Eulin sampled a bit of steak, then screamed aloud: "What the hell is that bitch down there trying to feed me? Buffalo? Godamn you parasites! I'll teach all of you!"
Brutally, he kicked at Evie, knocking her backwards onto the floor. While enraged, he turned the entire table over with all of its food.
"Bitch!" he screamed at the naked, obscenely sprawled girl. "You brought it! Stand up, you idiot cunt!"
Frightened, Evie scrambled to her feet.
"You, imbecile!" he roared at Bodie. "Get out the whips! Birch branches! You hear me! Move, godamn you, before I feed your entrails to the crows!"
Without waste of motion, Bodie Tate in his black silken pants raced to the cabinet where the whips were kept. Before a half-minute had passed, he had returned holding an assortment of the branches in his hand.
"Take off those pants, you mental deviate!" Eulin Everetts screamed, leaning forward in his great chair, his brain delighting in the unfounded sensual sadistic excitement he was working up, and he watched the sinews of the muscular young man work strenuously as he hastened to strip naked and expose his marvelously masculine genitals in stupid response.
Enviously, Eulin Everetts gaped at the five flaccid inches of the lean boy's flailing prick, plus his hairy, swaying balls, while Evie in her voluptuous nudity cringingly awaited whatever fate he might inflict.
"You godamned freaks!" Eulin screamed at them. "Bend over you bitch! Turn around so that your ass is facing me, and spread it open!"
Unhesitatingly, Evie complied with his command, pivoting so that her bottom was facing him; she bent over as far as she could to present the breathtaking moons of her round full ass-cheeks, and reaching back, she spread them open with pulling hands as he had ordered ... until the pink, puckered hole of her anus was presented to him in complete, hairless delight before his piggish eyes.
"Whip her ass, you stupid bastard!" Eulin screamed. "Whip her ass until I tell you to stop!"
It wasn't necessary to issue a second command. Dutifully, Evie pressed backwards the spread ovals of her luscious bottom while Bodie striped them unmercifully with the biting birch branches. On and on the perverted sequence progressed, until finally the fat mass pressed a button and Mrs. Mudd appeared. It was then that he ordered the brother to halt.
"You stupid old hag! You think you can poison me?" Eulin hissed at the small, wizened woman inside the doorway. "Now you get your withered ass downstairs and bring me up a steak! Otherwise, I'll let him strip the hide from this cunt descendent of yours! You hear me?"
"Y-Yes, Mister Eulin. Right away," the little woman whimpered, bowing and backing from the room.
When she was gone, it occurred to Eulin Everetts that his cock was coming up nicely. He said to Evie: "Take the branch and whip him."
For a long moment, Evie looked at her benefactor. She could hardly believe her ears. She never got to whip Bodie.
"You heard me!" Eulin snapped. "You, Bodie ... a little acrobatics. Bend over backwards and hold your stomach and pelvis up in the air while she whips your cock and balls ... I think it might please me."
Bodie was hesitant. He realized the pain that would follow. He tried to think of something that would reach the huge man, but then, he knew that there was nothing. He looked into the face of his excited sister. He saw that her magnificent asscheeks were flushed and swollen from the stripes he had raised there, and that her naked cunt was seeping moisture that trickled down her full, round white inner-thighs. He took a long, steeling breath and assumed the position ordered.
Evie couldn't remember when she had ever been allowed more exciting fulfillment; she stared down at her brother's massive limp cock and his balls that hung downward between his spread, lifted thighs. She raised the branch and brought it down with snap across the head of his prick. It jumped like a wounded snake and he screamed in half-hearted pain. Really, in her heart, she knew the difference between agony and sweet-pain, for she had been subjected too often ... Bodie was enjoying it! Carefully, she whipped his thighs and stomach, occasionally lashing his prick but never his testicles, watching the long, thick member stiffen into hardness with every blow she rained upon him, and knowing what delight that massive shaft would bring to her before the night was over...
Of a sudden, the punishment came to an end as Mrs. Mudd entered carrying the huge tray and Eulin ordered Bodie to re-erect his table. Instantly, the young man complied while the huge gargoyle realized the hardness of his own cock. He looked to the old woman and said: "Get in the corner. It better be good, you old slut, or I'll turn you inside out."
"It's good!" she said. "It's good, Mister Eulin"
Then, to Evie, he said: "Bend over until the top of your head touches the floor. Spread your legs and let me see, you understand?"
"Yes, Mister Eulin."
"And you, you dumb cock-heavy bastard ... get over here. I want to watch you fuck while I eat ... but just until she gets ready to cum, then she has to move over and suck me. Her sucking isn't much good unless she's going to cum ... You got that, stupid?"
"Yes, sir, Mister Eulin," Bodie replied, grasping his still swollen prick and moving toward his sister who was bent over until her long hair fell into a little pile beneath her.
Eulin watched with supreme concentration, his small eyes fastened enviously on the young man's throbbing, rock-hard prick; it stood out long and thick, almost too heavy for his body, reaching out for his sister as he moved toward her. The fat man saw his youthful, virile balls swinging against his thighs, the muscles rippling and balancing beautifully all over his body, his small buttocks hollowing and tensing. His cock had a flat bludgeon of a head; its initial entry should cause a delicious shock to any girl.
Evie swiveled around until her exposed ass was perfectly positioned and Bodie gaped down at the juicy, inviting buttocks. He eased in closer to her and she spread the long white columns of her shapely legs further apart, and bent down until her hands reached the floor, resting there to support her.
The fat man could see the moisture at the top of her smooth thighs, and her luscious coral-hued vagina, which was loose and moist, and waiting excitedly for her brother's hardened cock beneath the tiny disclosed anal opening. Her flushed and slightly welted buttocks from the whipping looked warm and roundly stretched. Christ, he thought, she was a lovely piece of flesh, and he gritted his teeth in envious anticipation.
Bodie grasped his long rod in his hand and began to taunt her opened, velvety cuntal flesh with the violent purple head of the peeled-foreskinned prick, until her whimpers filled the room ... and finally, he introduced the massive tip into the viscid coated channel, never stopping, but continuing a constant penetration until its entirety was submerged in slow, tormenting inches into the very depths of her cunt, and Evie emitted a long, choking groan.
From his vantage point, Eulin had a perfect view of the entry as Bodie fucked in and out of his sister's vagina, his body inclined back from her, reaching toward her at his loins, his buttocks hollowing as he pushed in until his cock was completely out of sight, buried deep in her cunt so that there was simply his body flush against her lovely buttocks.
Evie seemed enraptured in her bent-over position; her mouth opened and Eulin could hear her low continuous murmuring. She began to rotate her hips, pushing back at him so that she was nearly lifted from her feet and left dangling in the air on the length of her brother's rigid shaft.
Bodie's finger tightened on the taut waist so that the soft, smooth flesh cringed in under his pressure, leaving red marks on the skin whenever he moved his hands. He shuffled in toward her so that his legs were in the arch made by her wide-spread thighs and all the weight of his body that focused in his loins was forced against the lush, yielding roundness of her buttocks as he forced his thick cock deep, deep into her moist, contracting channel.
In, in, in, Bodie thrust, bursting into her as if she were some ripe fruit, with her cunt wildly relaxing before his entry and then swallowing his shaft, holding it fast in a hot hungry clutch of excited muscles.
Eulin watched in lewd fascination as he nibbled at his dinner, his own prick steel-hard now to the sight of their perspiring, writhing young bodies. Slim muscles tensed in Evie's arms as she supported her weight with her hands on the floor. She was groaning incessantly, and Bodie had his teeth gritted, his lips pulled back in sadistic joy, sending shivers of delight through the fat man's mountainous body.
The boy's cock, stabbing brutally in and out of his sister was swollen and white, and each time he rammed into her, pulling her back to meet the impaling cudgel as he did, she gave a sobbing groan that made Eulin's own prick jerk excitedly. Her breasts hung down enchantingly and quivering like jelly with every in-plunge the boy gave. Her eyes closed, then opened in a lost glaze of passion. She spread her thighs wider, moving her feet apart with difficulty, sinking lower, forcing him to slightly alter his position behind her.
Eulin Everetts shoved away the table in front of him. He pulled open his robe and spread his massive legs obscenely. "Now!" he rasped. "I'm ready and so's she. Get over here!"
Bodie manipulated his sister without spoiling the fusion of his cock to her cunt, swinging her about and pushing her to her knees between the huge columns of flesh that were the huge man's legs, the boy, too, kneeling behind her and continuing to thrust his thick, long prick into the depths of her hot quivering belly.
From experience, Evie knew where to look to search out the monstrosity's small rod. It jerked as her fingers encircled it and she began to stroke it lovingly, drawing the foreskin back from the small, purple head, her eyes hungrily noting the few drops of fluid that had oozed from the split orifice at its tip. A tingle ran through her at the sight of the tiny droplets and quickly she dropped her head to lash out with her tongue and lick them away. She heard him groan and flicked her tongue over it again, boring the tip sensuously into the wetness of the tiny split of the smooth, rubbery head. He sucked his breath in from the sensation and she lowered her mouth down completely, enclosing the whole of the pulsating, sensitive small head in a warm, moist pressure, her lips tightening behind the corona of its head, absorbing, engulfing, trapping it entirely within the warm, wet shelter of her mouth.
Eulin stared down with carnal exhilaration at the sweat-glistening, luscious naked body of Evie, skewered between his cock fucking into her face and her brother's heavy prick pounding into her from behind. He began to time his own upwardforward thrusts into her oval-stretched mouth to match those of Bodie, as if he were trying to make their cudgels meet head on, deep in her belly. He wound his pudgy hands in her long silken hair and clutched tightly as she coughed and sputtered when his prick-tip brushed her tonsils on the in-stroke, watching her tender lips clasping tighter and tighter around the fleshy intrusion.
Evie suddenly felt the delicious rising tide beginning in her quivering belly. The complete helplessness of her position along with the dual ravishment of her sensuous body, as always, brought tiny masochistic ripples of fire to dance over her inflamed nerve-ends. She licked and sucked at the childish, hardened rod imbedded in her mouth like a demon, her glands slippery from the mixture of his lubricating fluid and her own saliva. Its poignant taste triggered her moment, causing her belly and loins to erupt in great white flashes of fire, screaming through her veins in a never ending stream of building pressure. It burst abruptly, and she groaned around the thrusting cock in her mouth as her orgasm flooded in gushing waves of fluid around the magnificent, jack-hammering cock in her cunt, seeping in warm rivulets out of her vaginal lips clasped tightly about its base and down the insides of her trembling thighs. It was indescribable bliss to her and the whole of her crotch felt wet and wonderfully used. Tears of joy rolled from her eyes while simultaneously she felt Eulin's loins crush against her face, the fleshy rolls of his stomach pressing tight to her forehead.
His hands gripped her head tighter, pulling it forward brutally.
"I-I'm cumming, you idiotic cunt! Suck it hard! Hard!"
Then, he groaned a soul-searing moan and flooded her mouth with his hot, thick cum that spurted thickly down her throat in great rolling waves. She gulped automatically, swallowing the sweet, pungent liquid hungrily to satiate the masochistic abandon that had swept over her. There was nothing else in the world except the heated throb of her wet vaginal passage and the spewing cock in her mouth. She swallowed obscenely in the pleasure of subjugation to the massive fat man jerking into her face.
And then, it happened again, the great bursting inside her and she went into the throes of a second orgasm, just as her brother's cock fucking into her from behind began shooting its white, hot load deep up into her clasping cunt. It splashed insanely around inside her and foamed from the naked cuntal lips out onto the drenched pubic hair of his pelvis. His balls jammed tightly against her exposed clitoris caused her body to jerk spasmodically forward driving the still squirting cock in her madly sucking mouth to the hilt. Small droplets seeped from the corners of her lips as Eulin seemed to collapse beneath her and his shrinking penis slithered lifelessly from her constantly sucking mouth, thin sticky strings of the white viscid liquid stretching from her lips to his flaccid little cock below her.
Wildly, she screwed her buttocks back onto the still spewing cock in her cunt, and with a banshee-like wail from her slack mouth, she felt her body explode into what seemed an inexhaustable array of colorful, bursting stars ... and she continued to whimper until the very life seemed to drain out of her and she fell forward on Eulin's flabby, naked lap, Bodie's useless cock slipping limply from her wet, still clasping pussy.
Eulin looked over at Mrs. Mudd who cringed in her corner, her face twisted in a loose expression of lurid pleasure, and he saw that behind her apron her skirts were raised ... The old bitch was fingering herself! He burst out in obscene laughter. No wonder her grandchildren were idiots, he thought, finally shoving Evie off him and signaling for Bodie to drag her away.
Then, he lay back in his chair and began to think of the beautiful Trents once more...
Chapter 6
The flight to New England had been a pleasant one for the Trents, even though the rainy weather continued. At Boston, Steve rented a car and took the turnpike north, a little more than a three-hour drive to Terncliff, a large and dated, rambling frame building with mansard rooms and little cupolas; it sat upon the high tip of a rocky peninsula jutting out in the angry, whitecapped ocean. It was noon and low-tide when they arrived at the bleak Everetts' summer place just south of Bar Harbor, and as they drove along the peninsula-road that was composed of solid, water washed rock, it occurred to Steve that at high tide the road would be covered by the sea; they would be completely isolated on an island. How beautiful and wholly relaxing that should be during the season, he thought; it was the sort of solitude a man needed when he got away for a rest. It was no wonder old Justin had always spoken with near reverence of his Terncliff...
"It certainly is desolate out here, isn't it Steve?" Elaine said, looking off at the rolling, pounding gray sea.
"It's the weather," her husband smiled. "Can you imagine what it's like when the sun shines? Must be beautiful..."
"I-It gives me cold chills." Ann put in with a little shudder. "Listen to those waves roar when they crash against the rocks ..."
"Girls," Donnie grunted. "Man you don't know when a thing's neat..."
"What's neat about cold, bleak, pounding waves and the stink of dead fish?" Ann said back at him.
"You see?" Donnie replied disgustedly. "You don't even know that the ocean always smells like that. It's the salt in the water, not dead fish." He shook his young, handsome head annoyedly. He had been irritated with her for two days because she had let Nadine Sheldon spend the nights with her and he hadn't been able to sneak into her room for a time ... something about Nadine's father being missing and her mother spending a lot of time at Police Headquarters while they searched for him ... He wouldn't have minded if she hadn't promised to suck him good and he'd gotten all worked up waiting for it ... but there hadn't been a darn thing he could do with old Nadine in bed sleeping with her ...
Dear God, Elaine Trent was thinking, there was something almost eerie about the place as they approached it and it loomed up at them ... a grayish, Victorian monstrosity, erected out there on that desolate, ugly finger of rock ... She was reminded of stories from Poe to Stevenson, and a clammy little shiver crept along her spine. But, of course, it wouldn't do to let her husband know her feelings, nor their host, Mr. Everetts. She was convinced that a great deal concerning her husband's future as President of the Mills was going to depend on the impression she and the children made on Eulin C. Everetts ... and Lord knows, he wasn't the most likeable figure for one to take to.
She had met him on several occasions at the Country Club and although she had managed to hide it, his obese repulsiveness had done little else but to nauseate her, especially when she recognized the open lechery in his small, sadistic eyes. Dear God, she could think of nothing more abhorring than having a relationship involving sex with such an abominable individual; however, the human animal was unpredictable, wasn't he? It was unbelievable the depths he (she) could sink to for wealth, position, prestige ... Yes, she must be on guard continuously not to let her detestation of him show through; it could be disastrous to her wonderful family's whole future...
Thank God, they were only going to be there for the weekend, Ann was thinking, as her father brought the car to a stop before the long flight of wide wooden steps that led up and across the huge verenda to the double doors. Lord, what a weird place ... She might have commented on that if it weren't for the crack that she knew Donnie would make back. He was angry at her because Nadine had stayed with her the last two nights and he hadn't been able to sneak in so that they could have a time. He was acting just like a baby about it; she'd missed it as much as he had, but there hadn't been anything she could do. Of course, as always, she and Nadine had played with each other a bit, but it wasn't the same because Nadine didn't know how to make her cum and had never cum herself; besides, her friend was upset over her father and couldn't get too interested; so on both nights they had finally fallen asleep, but not without the frustrating little prickly tingles aggravating her loins and belly for hours. Truthfully, she would have given anything to have had Donnie's prick to suck ... or Daddy's great big one...
She had only to think of Daddy's and the way she had felt it when she sat on his lap in the den, throbbing up against her soft, spread buttocks, and then the way he'd actually put his finger right inside her hot, moist pussy and tickled her clitoris, to start the little tingles right at that very moment. Wow, she hoped it wouldn't be long before he did it again; he'd promised, and she felt excitedly certain that he'd let her suck it next time...
"Well, here we are," Steve Trent said, smiling as he glanced from one to the other of them. "Let's get out and breathe in that healthy salt air."
Abruptly, Elaine looked up and saw the muscular, handsome young man descending the steps. He was smiling and seemingly unmindful of the biting snap of the weather, for he was naked as well as barefooted. He wore a pair of tight silk pants that made no effort toward hiding the delineated outline of his bounteous genitals commanding her attention. Immediately, she sensed the tiny ripple of arousal stir deep inside her and she had to force herself to tear away and look at her husband questioningly.
"He's Bodie Tate," Steve informed them all in a half-whisper. "A little mental, I understand, both he and his sister, Evie. Their grandmother, Mrs. Mudd, cooks for Eulin, while the brother and sister keep the house and grounds at the mansion and here. It's a wonderful thing the way Eulin's taken them in and given them a home..."
Ann's lovely eyes had widened and fastened, also, on the handsome young man's well outlined penis inside the tight, clinging silk pants. Sweet Lord, she was thinking, it must be as big as Daddy's! She felt her cheeks flushing as he smiled at her through the window, then looked to her mother.
"Hi," he said. "I'm Bodie. You must be the Trents."
Steve Trent walked around the car and offered his hand to the boy. Momentarily, Bodie looked down at it, then took it inside his own and shook it. He seemed pleased with the gesture.
One by one, Steve introduced the family.
"Mister Eulin's waiting for you in the Fun Room on the second floor," Bodie said, still smiling.
"The Fun Room?" Elaine repeated, admiring the young man's muscular perfection.
"Sure," Bodie said, then giggled. "That's where we see the movies and do all kinds of things. You'll see," he said, nodding his head and giggling loosely again. "You'll see ... but first I got to take you up to your rooms. Come on, follow me ..."
* * *
While Ann and Donnie remained in their respective, pleasantly furnished rooms for a needed little rest that their mother insisted upon, Elaine accompanied Steve to the large room on the second floor that Bodie Tate had referred to as the Fun Room. Its plushness surprised both of them; the Trents had no way of knowing that it was a replica of Eulin's favorite chamber in the mansion on Everett Hill, nor of the vast conveniences and pleasures it afforded him; but very shortly they would, he thought, as he sat sprawled in his massive chair smiling at them seated side by side on the nearest divan.
Elaine couldn't help the uneasiness she felt before the intense gaze of the tiny, lecherous eyes, and she tried to avoid them by watching the fire in the great fireplace that Bodie tended across the room. The young man's sleek, muscular body fascinated her, and she couldn't but wonder what such a pronounced, flacid, youthful organ would be like in its erect stage.
"So ... how does Terncliff strike you, Mrs. Trent?" the huge man asked, his small mouth moving almost obscenely in the mass of unsightly fat bloating his nubbinlike head.
"Surprisingly comfortable, Mr. Everetts..."
"Call me Eulin, please," he said, interrupting her. "I don't think we should lean too heavy on formality ... at least, not for this weekend ... with what I have in mind." He chuckled, his wormlike lips stretching into a lurid grin. "In fact, it would seem almost ludicrous ... and I'll call you Elaine."
Steve Trent felt the furrows creasing his brow as the words his employer spoke registered in his mind; it was not what he had said, but the rather suggestive, almost immoral tone of voice he had used. Factually, he had always harbored some private reservations concerning Eulin Everetts and perversion, but he had never let himself dwell upon it, lest he form some unhealthy conclusions and opinions that could do nothing but hurt his career. On the other hand, he didn't intend that he or his loved ones would be subjected to even the slightest indignities...
"Tell me, Steve, how are you and the tremendous responsibilities you've just shouldered getting on?" the fat man questioned, flicking his small eyes from Elaine to her husband.
"Why ... I really can't say much yet," Steve replied, unready for the question, his mind still troubled from the other's preceding remarks. "Haven't really gotten my feet on the ground, so's to speak..."
"Humph," Eulin grunted. "One of the problems of your predecessors Steve ... taking too long to get their feet on the ground. Of course, I didn't make them president because of their capabilities, or their business acumen." Once more, he made a lewd little chuckle. "That surprises you people, eh?"
Elaine said nothing; she thought that there was hardly anything this gargoyle could say that would surprise her. There was no getting around it; she detested the man. But Steve had assumed a shocked expression. He was struggling for words.
"I-I'm afraid I don't understand, Eulin..."
"Of course, you don't," the other replied, grinning. "But we'll get to that. First, how about a drink...?"
Elaine watched him press a small button on the table beside him. She seldom took anything this time of day, but she was thinking that it might be welcome under the circumstances.
Steve was about to refuse when the door opened and a tall, shapely girl with a wealth of long dark hair entered. She was smiling and most attractive, but what jolted him was the sheer, ankle-length white gown she wore. It fell in loose folds around her curvaceous body and was breathtakingly diaphanous ... and she boasted absolutely no undergarment beneath it!
"This is Evie, Bodie's sister," the ugly man said, his tiny eyes raking her provocative body salaciously. "Lovely, isn't she?"
Steve could only gape at the voluptuous girl in awe. Her full round breasts were jutting forth like ripe succulent melons, their proud hard nipples embossing the flimsy material like two luscious cherries, and he could see plainly her slender waist, her navel, and the rounded arch of her hips. Only the folds at the juncture of her thighs hid that alluring area, and when she moved, he wasn't certain but what he could actually see the darker split-line of a hairless, naked cunt between her full, rounded thighs ... and then, he was reassured when she walked past him to Eulin's chair and he could see clearly the lovely spheres of her entrancing full buttocks and the crack that separated them.
Christ almighty! What the devil was going on here anyway? His cock lurched inside his shorts. The girl was absolutely intoxicating ... but wasn't she supposed to be a mental problem...? He looked to Elaine whose lovely mouth had fallen loosely open...
"Striking, isn't she, Steve?" the big man gloated. "And marvelous to have around. She brings me many hours of pleasure. Well, now, what'll you have ...?"
"Wha-What?" Steve stammered. "Oh ... ah ... I don't care ... anything ..."
Eulin chuckled, delighted with the expressions of shock that were distorting his beautiful guests' faces. He said to Evie:
"Pour us some sherry, Pet ... my special stock, eh?"
Obediently, the enchanting girl moved across the room to the bar near the fireplace where her brother stood. Elaine watched her in near envy as she glided gracefully, like some erotic apparition, the lovely flesh of her curvaceous body peeking through the gossamer material in translucent delectation. There was no longer any question in her mind but what something vile and sinister lay behind their weekend invitation, and her immediate fears were not for Steve or herself, but for Ann and Donnie. Dear God, why had they ever come there...?
"The fact of the matter is, Steve ... Elaine..." Eulin Everetts said, accepting the crystal glass filled with his own private stock from the tray that Evie held forth. "I find sex, contrary to what both of you might think of me ... I find it most exhilarating ... and necessary to my existence." He watched both husband and wife lift glasses from the tray, their eyes, as were his own, feasting upon Evie's pellucid loveliness as she swept toward a corner to await summons. "I do hope that doesn't jar you too much, especially you, Elaine, but you see a man like myself, ugly and unsightly, a bachelor, and wealthy beyond most men's fondest dreams, does have his needs ... his sexual desires ... and because he cannot win them in the acceptable manner he buys them.
"And accordingly, I buy mine ... but they are vast and sometimes complex. You, Steve ... you must wonder why Parksburg Paper has gone through three presidents in as many years? Undoubtedly, those men seemed capable, maybe even brilliant to you ... well, two of them were ... but as I said before, that wasn't why I appointed them to the position. It was simply because I wanted their whole families ... sexually. And that, my charming Trents, is why you are here for this weekend ... and why you, Steve, are President of Parksburg Paper Mills, Inc."
Had he been struck with a hammer, the shock couldn't have been greater to Steven Trent. He glanced at his wife who seemed to be suddenly lifeless, her eyes wide and vacant in disbelief as she stared at the horrible, depraved man in the great chair before them.
"Jesus Christ!" Steve swore. He slammed down his glass and struggled to his feet, his handsome face drawn in sudden rage. Subconsciously, his brain raced to evaluate the unbelievable words it had just catalogued; there was no mistake; the obscene distortion of humanity grinning lewdly at him had meant every sentence he spoke, and their meaning was undeniably clear. "You're insane, Eulin! Your father would turn over in his grave! I ought to beat you within an inch of your life for insulting my wife and my..."
It was the word beat that had brought Bodie charging across the room, the fireplace poker in his hand. He stood behind Steve, and Elaine let off a frightened gasp.
Steve Trent froze, vaguely trying to formulate his next move.
"Don't be a fool, Steve," Eulin said, half smiling., "If you make one stupid move toward me, Bodie would crush your skull ... and never give it a second thought. You see, both he and Evie are completely devoted to me ... and in turn I bring them immeasurable sexual pleasure, the only thing that matters to either of them."
Steve gaped at his employer. It was all impossible...! He must be losing his mind...!
"Now ... sit down and let's talk sensibly, eh?" Eulin Everetts said, waiting until his puppet president fell back onto the divan ... just as he knew he would. "You see, my beautiful people, like the other families, I don't intend for you to give yourselves to me without compensation ... full and complete gratification that will fulfill your most far-fetched dreams for both your own, and your delightful children's lifetimes ... I'm talking about money, my dear Trents ... money that is at this very moment deposited in a bank under your joint names ... twenty-five thousand dollars!"
Elaine felt her throat and mouth go exceedingly dry at the sound of the figures he had let tumble resoundingly from his small, wormlike lips. A wave of chills spread through her at the mere meaning of such a fortune all at one time. She had imagined it; who hadn't in their lifetime? Twenty-five thousand dollars! Subconsciously, she swallowed from her glass as she stared in utter fascination at her husband's babylike-faced employer. He was smiling with that tiny mouth and his eyes seemed to light up as they fixed her into their focus. She found herself half-smiling in return.
"Christ!" Steve spat. "I can't believe it! You must be some sort of devil from hell! No man in his right mind could even conceive of such a thing...!"
"Wait, Darling ... wait!" Elaine exclaimed, leaning forward and putting a restraining hand on her husband's arm. "L-Let him finish ... Go on ... Eulin, tell us what you expect."
The insidious gargoyle grinned triumphantly. He had already won and he knew it. So, it was the luscious Elaine who was the greedy one in the family ... and she was efficient, crafty ... obviously the energy behind the throne ... he had reached right to the core on first stab, they were his!
"It's exactly as I've said, my dear," Eulin replied, sighing heavily. "I see no reason to reiterate. The money ... twenty-five thousand dollars, is already deposited in your joint names. I have the bank-book here." He held up a small dark book with embossed letters on top of one another in typical trade-mark. "It's yours, once agreement is reached. Myself, I am a student of de Sade ... you have only to examine the books on the shelves around you. This room is equipped with the finest movie and sound equipment that money can buy. We will watch erotic films of your three predecessor's families, Steven. We will dine and drink scrumptiously. Evie and Bodie will join with us. It will be an orgy unequaled even in Nero's history..."
"And what of Ann and Donnie?" Elaine questioned quickly. Eulin Everetts chuckled in his inimitable licentious manner. "But of course, my dear, they will take part. It's them that I want..."
"You godamned fiend!" Steve blurted, leaping to his feet. He started to charge the huge man but Bodie caught him from behind.
Steve was no weakling, but he was no match for the powerful young man with the demented mind. Bodie clamped one forearm around his throat from behind, and jerked his left arm into a painful hammer-lock.
Eulin shook his head. "What a shame this is," he commented. "You're a fool, Trent. Don't you know that I could take your family as I chose anyway ... with or without your agreement ... then, dispose of you? So ... you would scream and bring charges against me ... who would believe you? I ask you sincerely, whom do you think would believe you? With my money I could carry it to the highest courts in the land ... and you would be lost." The man leaned forward in his great chair. "Now ... I'll tell you how it will be. Comply without further nonsense and I'll make you wealthy and important beyond your foggiest dreams. Thwart me, and I'll have your beautiful family anyway ... then, completely and unmercifully destroy you!" Suddenly, and with great effort, the huge man stood. "I'm going to my room for a nap. We'll have cocktails here at five, followed by dinner ... and movies." He smiled evilly. "Be sure those magnificent children are present." He walked laboriously toward the door, then paused half way to turn. "I'll leave you two here to make your decision. Bodie and Evie are at your disposal. You may fuck them or have them suck you ... whatever pleases you ... And now, until five, my beautiful Trents..."
* * *
"Dear God, Steve, use your wits!" Elaine said, as she walked the floor and sipped at her fourth glass of sherry. "We're trapped ... at his mercy! There isn't one damned thing we can do! My God ...!"
"We can leave here, now!" Steve replied, sitting on the divan and leaning forward, both Ann and Donnie beside him.
"You're talking like an ass! Don't you suppose he's considered that?" Elaine responded. "I'll wager that the car won't run ... and that there isn't an available boat for miles!"
"Oh ... oh God," Steve sighed. "You're undoubtedly right. He had this all planned. Christ, why did I ever bring us here ...?"
"But we are here, Darling! Let's face the facts. We are here and confronted with the greatest problem of our lives..."
"I don't care for myself," Steve blurted. "It's Ann and Donnie..."
"All right! We all know that, too!" Elaine snapped irritably. "The fact remains that we're rehashing stupid, idiotic things over and over! He can utterly destroy you, Steve, destroy all of us ... and he will if we don't agree to his little party ... On the other hand, if we do agree, and shrewdly try to keep our heads, we will have twenty-five thousand dollars...! Twenty-five thousand dollars, Darling! Do you realize what than can mean for all of us? Is the merchandise greater than the remuneration? Is it? Think...!"
"Christ, Elaine, do you realize what you're saying?" Steve said, gaping at her. He could never remember her looking quite as she did at that moment: her eyes glassed and staring, her lovely mouth pinched, her hands clenching one another tightly. "Wha-What about the kids?"
"What about them? Have you asked them yet what their opinions are?" she snapped down at him. "It does involve their futures, too, you know."
Slowly, Steve Trent dropped his eyes to focus upon his voluptuous young daughter beside him. He was unaware that her eyes were magnetized by the half-naked, muscular form of Bodie Tate who stood beside the fireplace with folded arms facing them. A tiny smile danced over his lips as he studied the lovely blonde girl.
He knew she was looking at his prick so tight and long in his silk, black pants. Girls that came to the mansion house or here at Terncliff always stared at it, just as Evie liked to look at it ... or hold it ... or suck it ... or shove it into her cunt or asshole when it was hard ... He was proud of it, but exceedingly so right at the moment because the pretty little yellow-haired girl with the big tits couldn't seem to take her eyes off it. And he was smiling to himself because he knew that before the night was over he would shove it into her tight cunt ... and he'd shove it into her mother's cunt, too ... That was the thing about Mister Eulin's fun-times ... you could do whatever you wanted with your prick ... even fuck grandma if you wanted to...
"Princess ... you've heard the whole despicable story," Steve said to his daughter, slipping his arm around her protectively. "You ... you understand what's expected of us ... all of us ... don't you?"
Ann looked directly into her father's pain-filled eyes, her own lovely ones sparkling sensuously. "Yes, Daddy ... of course, I understand ... and I'm not afraid." She lay her head against her father's shoulder and hugged him. "I'd do anything to keep you or Mommie, or Donnie from being hurt..." She spoke as she was mentally comparing memories of her father's organ pressing against her bottom in his den and the sight of Bodie's across the room ... yes, she thought, it was Daddy's that she would rather have..."And it is a terrible lot of money," she added, snuggling into Steven's neck. "Besides ... it'll be mostly amongst ourselves ... the family, and that makes it all right, doesn't it?"
Holding his precious daughter tight against him, Steve Trent shook his head in confusion. The whole terrible thing was utterly fantastic! It just couldn't be happening! Something out of the dark ages ... completely demented! Then, his son said:
"I'm not afraid either Dad ... I mean, it can't really hurt us much, can it? And we will get all that money." Donnie had gotten to his feet and put his arm around his mother's waist, letting his strong young hand slide down over her hip and part of her round firm bottom. "Like Ann says, it'll be mostly in the family ..."
"We're all too close to each other to ever let it hurt us, Darling," Elaine put in, the surprising presence of her Donnie's hand smoothing over her buttock immediately stirring excitement in her belly. Then, reveries of Jamey Halo's strong young body and throbbing prick raced through her mind, and she stole a quick glance at Bodie's long limp member bulging out front of his pants across the room. Lord, she wasn't certain how many glasses of wine she'd had, but its heady effects was certainly stimulating her desire. With the exception of Eulin Everett's participation, the whole lascivious idea and the possible carnal developments were beginning to intrigue her.
Again, Steve shook his head. He said: "I-I just can't think ... my brain won't function ... It seems like it must be some kind of damned nightmare..." He worked his way to his feet, his arm still around his daughter who clung tightly to him. "Let's go up to our room where we can think and discuss it in private."
"What time is it?" Elaine questioned.
"Two-fifteen," Steve replied, looking at his watch.
"He ... wants us here at five," his wife reminded him.
"We still have some time to think," he said. "My God, remember ... our little princess here is still a virgin, Elaine! It could be very painful for her..."
"No Darling, not if it's done properly ... gently with love," his wife said, lowering her voice in a soft whisper. "And that's your responsibility as her father, Steve, under the circumstances."
"Christ!" he gulped. "Wha-What ... you mean, me ... take her virginity ...?"
"Yes ... rather than that ugly monster, or even Bodie, there. I doubt if he'd have much pity on her, do you?" Elaine said, bringing her point home. "Come on, we'll go to the room, all of us. There's time, and I'll help..."
"Me, too, Dad!" Donnie put in anxiously.
Steve looked from one to the other of their faces, finally to his lovely Ann's. "Wha-What do you say, Darling? It's all up to you ... My God..."
Steve sensed the tiny shudder ripple over his daughter's young body as she whispered: "Yes, Daddy ... I want you to ... I know I can trust you to be gentle with me ... I'm not afraid ... Please ... now ...!"
Chapter 7
Elaine Trent was functioning mechanically; her exterior appearance was one of amazing control, while within, her natural emotions were caught up in tremendous conflict. Dear God, whatever was motivating her the stronger, she couldn't be certain. That they should become involved in such an unbelievable, abhorrent situation was not even comprehendible ... yet, they were! And at all costs the children must be protected to the fullest degree. What could be more disastrously lasting in the tender mind of her lovely, sensitive Ann than to have her virginity ripped away in some brutal, fiendish orgy? Not that what she was advocating ... that her Steve, her own loving husband and her Ann's wonderful father, by easing his organ into the delicate, chaste vagina of the unrealizing girl and opening her, would change the complexion of Eulin Everetts' debauched effects one iota, but it well might lessen the initial agonies of her ... and surely there was moral issue there. Better that she first be taken gently by a loved one, rather than brutally by a demented ogre.
Dear God! What an odious position to be placed in ... yet, there was the twenty-five thousand dollars to alleviate a measure of the loathing ... Twenty-five thousand ... and she had to admit that there was something overwhelmingly intriguing about the forbidden incestuous act that stimulated her ... Yes, this was good, for love of each other and deep affection must be the predominate theme throughout to avoid any psychological damage...
Hence, she engineered the arrangements, her loving, protective domination in complete command. She brought more of the wine from the Fun Room with them, insisting they all have several glasses to help ease their tension, then calmly suggested they all undress to make it easier for Ann.
The lovely young blonde's eyes depicted anything but a person suffering tension. They danced excitedly and she wore an almost permanent smile of anticipation around her provocatively pouting lips.
Without hesitation, both Ann and Donnie undressed while Elaine began to slip out of her clothes, and Steve with some obvious misgivings still plaguing him, finally followed suit, but not until he had looked to his wife pleadingly, then had gone to her to whisper:
"Christ, Elaine ... are you sure you want..."
"Shhh. Don't let her see you upset this way, she cautioned under her breath. "It could have a tremendous, reverse mental effect. Please, Darling, trust me." She placed her hand on his arm. "It's your duty, Steve ... She must be made to understand that sex is love, at least her first time ... and that's up to you, Darling. I'll help all I can ... but we can't forget Donnie, either ... Look, isn't she lovely...?"
Dear Christ, in all truth, he had never realized what a gorgeous body his beautiful Ann possessed. He had only imagined; but now, he saw. She was smiling at him in loving expectation as she stepped out of her skirt and half-slip, her shapely calves and full, creamy-white thighs in full view before him. The black of her long silk stockings, held in place by a dainty, if sexy, lace trimmed garter belt that he never knew she wore, contrasted sharply with the soft ivory of her naked flesh.
Suddenly, to Steve, it was as if they were alone in the room. His beloved Ann was playing strictly to him, while both Elaine and Donnie seemed to fade even from his peripheral vision, and he was never conscious of the fact that they, too, had become engrossed with one another ... at least momentarily. Before him, Ann's blouse, then her bra, fell to the floor with the flick of her fingers and the full beauty of her firm, ripe young breasts swung into freedom. He'd had no idea of their enchanting splendor! They rested high and proud in the afternoon light, and their quivering turgid pink nipples stood out on the luscious half-spheres, peaked higher as she raised her arms over her head, pulling her long blonde hair up provokingly, then releasing it to cascade softly over her alluring shoulders.
Damn, she was actually taunting him! He felt his penis lurch inside his shorts ... all that was left covering his nakedness ... as he stared at her in just high heels, long black hose, the garter belt, and the thin wisp of sheer panties. She turned her back to him, then, bending over slowly, drawing the silk panties tantalizingly down over her curved hips and lush, round buttocks, brushing them sensuously against her smooth thighs and calves, finally discarding them at her feet by her skirt. She stretched languidly, then with a deliberate teasing motion, turned to face him. All of her absolutely delicious nudity was now exposed ... from her high rounded breasts to the soft golden down sprinkled over the puffy little central mound between her legs...
"Take off everything, Darling, Steve heard his wife say, her words jarring his erotic trance. "You'll only ruin your stockings."
He turned then to look at Elaine who was completely naked with her arms around Donnie, holding his nude, strong young body tight against her own. She whispered something into the boy's ear, then gently opened her thighs and captured his lean, hard organ between them. Her firm, full breasts were flattened against his hairless broad chest and his head went to rest on her shoulder. At first, Steve was so taken aback at the sight that he couldn't speak. He hadn't considered this aspect of the situation, but then, Elaine smiled at him understandingly and said: "This little darling has got to have some instructions. We can't just toss him to those wolves, can we...?"
Steve swallowed tightly. "N-No," he managed. "I-I suppose not..."
Elaine stroked her long fingers through her son's hair, then said: "Let's all get on the bed. It's Ann we're mostly concerned with first. I think my little man here, with some minor pointers, will be able to handle himself. Come, Steve darling ... take your shorts off."
Ann laid down and stretched out in her breathtaking loveliness before her father. Elaine moved onto the bed beside her, while Donnie stood by, momentarily, his young shaft rock hard and jutting out from his lean, near hairless pelvis. Steve saw his daughter's eyes lock on his own long, thick rod that was cleaving the air in his now sensuously aroused state.
Christ, he'd never had wine hit him so solidly as Eulin's sherry ... and it was doing something to his belly and loins; his cock was suddenly as hard as a length of ironwood...; had the bastard doctored it some way? Hell, he couldn't take his eyes off his baby's enticing body ... and the way she was lying there with her soft, full white thighs slightly spread open to him, exposing the thin pink slit of her vagina, nestled so beautifully in the soft golden fuzz enframing it.
"Now, Pet," said Elaine to her daughter, running her long smooth fingers over the young girl's smooth satin like stomach, "first, there's nothing to be frightened of."
"I-I know, Mommy," Ann half whispered. "I'm not frightened ... honest. Remember, I know what happens from sex class in school..."
"All right ... but first I think we better look and see how tight you are down there," her mother said, slipping away in the bed as both Steve and Donnie moved in closer to get a better view. "Spread your thighs wide apart, Darling ... that's it ... now ... let's see..."
Expertly, Elaine long fingers brushed the little lips of tender flesh open on either side of the pink, moist aperture. Ann's lovely body jerked beneath the gentle, sensitive touch and they heard her gasp lightly.
The young girl felt the adroit fingers insinuate themselves, hurting slightly at first so that she gasped and nibbled at her lip. And then, they were smoothing around inside her and playing with her clitoris, while the other hand moved under her full round buttocks to hold them and push them toward the probing fingers.
"I'm just trying to stimulate you a bit, Baby, so your pussy will dilate, then we can tell better how Daddy's thing is going to fit in there."
"Ohh ... ohhh..." Ann began to moan, as her mother's educated fingers caused the prickly tingles to ripple over her naked body.
"What do you think, Steve?" Elaine questioned her husband.
"I-It's beautiful!" he choked.
"That's not what I mean, Darling," his wife replied, somewhat sarcastically. "I'm referring to her hymen ... I don't think it'll be too difficult ... if you're ready."
Steve swallowed and climbed between his daughter's wide spread thighs; she was half smiling, half whimpering in her desire-aroused anticipation.
"Daddy ... oh, Daddy..." she moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down on top of her. "Kiss me first please kiss me..."
Steve Trent was immediately lost in the rapture of his beautiful daughter's voluptuous body. "I'll ... I'll be gentle, Baby," he hissed, his brain a perplexed maze of confused lust, and love for his family's welfare. He could hardly believe what he was about to do to his beloved, writhing daughter beneath him. Yet, he was going to ... Christ, yes! He was going to fuck her ... his own sweet, darling baby!
"Oh sweet Lord, Daddy! You feel so nice ... so hot and nice!" she whispered, smashing her lips upon his as she squirmed the flatness of her belly close up to him. Her long nails trailed across his back, leaving small red welts in their path. He pushed his hands down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her firm smooth asscheeks in their palms, drawing her open crotch up tighter against him. He moved hungrily against her, insinuating the hardness of his long, thick member in its entire length up and down her tight opened split, sensing the velvety flesh growing more moist with each passing second. Her hips began an increasing desperate rotation up against his loins until her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on either side of his body, her calves locking against the backs of his thighs, pulling him tighter into her.
"She's ready now, Steve," Elaine hissed from where she lay beside them, reaching subconsciously down and behind her to clasp hold of Donnie's throbbing young prick resting against her buttocks where he kneeled up to watch the erotic performance. The boy gasped and jerked as his mother took the fleshy rod inside her cool hand. "My God, don't make her wait any longer, Darling...!"
Steve Trent hardly heard his wife. His brain was too engrossed with the lovely young creature beneath him. He made no effort to watch Elaine as she gently stroked the swollen young cock of his son, even as both of them stared with mounting excitement at their husband-father's massive organ pulsating against the soft, white golden haired crotch of their daughter-sister. Instead, he was lost inside Ann's now crushing arms ... and then she was running her hands searchingly down over his body, exploring eagerly the secret hollows of all of him. His heavy rod was resting hard against her trembling thighs, pressed into the narrow hairline slit of her tender young vulva.
"Oh, sweet Lord, Daddy ... do it now!" she gasped. "Don't make me wait ... please do it now!"
It was too much; he couldn't wait any longer! He started to move but she anticipated him and her hand wedged down between them, encircling his throbbing prick, causing them both to gasp hotly into each others face ... Dear God! She'd had no idea it was so big! Momentarily, she held it in her small hand exploringly, then, hesitantly guided its fleshy nob between the virginal lips of her passion moistened cunt. It was Daddy's ... her own wonderful Daddy's ... and she wasn't afraid, she reminded herself.
Steve groaned above her in amazement as he felt her move it up and down between her legs with seemingly inborn knowledge, parting the soft silky hair of her sensitive little pussy with the pulsating blood-filled head.
"L--Listen, my baby," he hissed, "spread your thighs as far as you can, and try to lift your bottom up to Daddy. It'll help to open your little hole and make it easier for you.
"Yes, Daddy, yes ... yes! Anything ... just do it to me! Anyway you want ... I'm all yours, aren't I? Your own little girl?" she panted following his instructions by pressing her hot, soft thighs as far open as she could and raising her delightful loins up to him.
"Holy crap!" Donnie choked, gaping at the flowered coral fissure in his sister's wide-spread crotch and his father's long, thick prick prodding at the tiny moist hole only inches above the puckered, pink ring of her anus. "It'll never go in there, Mom! It's too big. It'll split her cunt wide open...!"
"Yes it will, Darling," his mother said, easing down so that she could see better, while simultaneously, she lifted her own leg slightly, and with her buttocks still facing her son, she drew his strong young organ between the moist lips of her own cunt ... back and forth slowly through the velvety, warm damp slit while he gasped elatedly ... then, placing its bulbous, youthful head at the mouth of her vagina, she slowly pressed her buttocks back toward him, letting her cunt swallow his throbbing young prick into her. "There," she gasped, "Now just let it rest in there for a moment while we watch, and you will see the amazing wonder of a woman's nature."
Donnie couldn't have answered had he wanted to. The hot, moist walls of his mother's cunt had sucked his cock right up into her, and as he half knelt, half laid beside her, he could feel the sleek inner muscles tightening and relaxing like a mouth ... only better, and he couldn't hold himself from flicking his hips back and forth as he tried to thrust further and further up into her.
Elaine felt her breath whipped away at the efforts of her Donnie plunging his excited young cock up into her needing cunt from behind. The sight of Ann, of her own will, placing her father's prick-head at the tiny, moist pink mouth of her vaginal opening had sent wild, fiery sensations to spiral through her, and before she realized what she was doing, she was on her knees before her son with her buttocks raised back high and open to him, while he speared into her with an unbelievable vigor, pounding his young loins into the wide-spread cleft of her ass until she could feel his strong virile balls slapping solidly against her erect clitoris.
Dear God! Somehow she must keep her wits ... she must watch close to see that Steve didn't lose his head and hurt their baby; she tried to reason as she hovered above her daughter's loins, watching with glazed eyes the first stretching pressure of his thick cock at the tight, virginal opening...
Ann whimpered aloud in a mixture of passionate desire and trembling misgivings as she felt the tender lips around her throbbing, virginal passage pushed open. The elastic rimmed tightness resisted for a moment and her breath caught in her throat, the sudden thought racing into her brain that it was never going to fit! He was too big for her! Yes, too big...! Then, something gave, causing a sharp little pain and she bit her lip tightly.
"There, Baby, there easy now," Steve heard himself whispering down into her stunned, beautiful young face. "A little bit at a time ... then, we wait a moment ... and now, a little bit more..."
Again, he pressed slowly, gently into her, against the warm fleshy resistance, until she couldn't hold back her cry of pain.
"Easy, Baby ... my little darling ... hold tight to me ... dig your nails into my arms and hold tight," Steve hissed, his hands beneath her firm, full buttocks, cupping them and holding them up to his loins as he continued to press as gently but firmly as possible with his ever growing, aching prick up into the unbelievably tiny channel of his luscious daughter's wanting cunt.
And then, abruptly, the tight elastic ring popped open with a quick, unexpected snap, and his huge, blood-engorged head slipped wetly inside her with a rush that left Ann gasping for breath. Her eyes opened wide as did her mouth, at the submerging charge of his heavy-veined rod into the hot channeled depths of her tight, young cunt.
"Aggghhhh! Ooohhhhh, God! Daddy!" she cried beneath him as he felt the warm, velvet-like sheath slip moistly over his sensitive, naked flesh. His long, thick cock raced up her cunt to the full depths of her flat little belly before he could control the pressure he'd been forced to exert ... her delightful, squeezing channel, so warm and tight, aching the entire length of his rigid shaft, until with a loud groan his balls slapped snugly into the upturned cheeks of her tensely clenched ass.
"O ... oh, my God, Daddy ... Darling!" she whimpered again. She'd had no idea in this world that it would ever be such agony. She had never been entered by anything larger than two fingers and those her own, or Nadine's ... and now, she was so completely filled! Her virginal little pussy hole felt as if his plunging cock had ripped it into a thousand tiny shreds.
Dear God ... and she loved him so! She must never let him know how much it hurt her! She must be bleeding profusely ... Mother of God! It was filling every part of her insides! It was as if a white-hot pole of blazing fire had been forced up into her, and there wasn't one tiny ridge of his massive prick's conformity that she couldn't feel pressing tight against the soft, sensitive walls of her cunt.
He lay unmoving for a moment, his face directly above hers. She closed her eyes so that he wouldn't see her pain and cry himself, and she lay completely immobile, afraid to even stir for fear of the agony it would cause. Dear Lord ... how did a woman stand it? What was it in her nature that made her want such a huge, brutal rod of flesh shoved into her? Automatically, she flexed her inner thigh muscles tightly together in an attempt to ease the probing explorations of the massive, invading shaft, knowing in her heart and mind that if this were not her own beloved Daddy, she would hate him forever; but the throb of her internal sinews only served to taunt the fleshy thing, and it seemed to be squirming deeper and deeper into her vainly resisting passage.
Dear God! She would have to stop him, or go out of her mind with the pain! She sensed the walls of her cringing little vagina clasping around it like a buttered glove; the hard, spongy tip was pressing relentlessly against what must be her cervix and then, the thin folds of flesh along its length ... the tickling hairs of his balls in the crevice of her ass ... they were all suddenly a part of her! She had become one with her Daddy ... oh, sweet, handsome Daddy ... and all because of his massive, beautiful prick buried deep in her belly; in spite of her pain, her tongue snaked out and began licking lewdly at her lips...
Donnie had never fucked anyone before! He had been sucked and played with, even licked a few cunts, but he had never known such ultimate pleasure as he was experiencing at the moment. Holy crap, his mother was the most beautiful woman in the world! He'd known it all along, and he was right! He panted heavily as he watched his rock-hard prick, moist with her secretions, pistoning into the coral-hued slit of her beautiful, black, hair-fringed cunt. The sight of her full, white rounded buttocks and her tightly puckered brown rectum was almost more than he could stand. His eyes bulged wider as he gaped at the ragged pink flanges of the protective, soft, fleshy folds around her pussy, drawing back with each outstroke, and then swallowed in again as he thrust forward into her with the strong in and out rhythm he had begun, while his mother's eyes opened and closed in a lost glaze of passion.
From where Elaine leaned close in observance of her husband's entry into their virginal Ann, abruptly, the pungent odors of their union stung her flaring nostrils, nearly setting her wild. She was no longer interested with what lay before her, but with what was fucking into her from behind. She spread her thighs wider and lowered her buttocks to a shallower level, causing her beloved Donnie to alter his position. Suddenly, she could feel with obscene delight the few tiny, springy pubic hairs around the base of his strong young prick brushing tantalizingly against the soft inner edges of her widespread buttocks. She dropped from her elbows to the flatness of the bed, so that her breasts were squashed tightly against the mattress and began to rotate her presented bottom back against his violently charging young cock.
"Oh ... oh God, Darling, that's the way!" she gasped at him, turning her head so that he could see the marvelous effect he was having on her. "You're doing it perfect ... just hold on to my hips and ... ram as hard as you can, Pet! Yes! Yes! Like that! That's it ... oh, God yes! Hard! Hard!"
Steve had lain almost breathless for long moments, his brain filled with the fear that he had so hurt his angel-daughter that he had destroyed everything they had tried to accomplish. And then, he had felt the first slight fluttering pressure exerted by her vaginal muscle against his penis. He had waited patiently for it, knowing that it must come first before he moved inside her again. He had hovered motionless above her prostrate form, waiting, hoping that she would become accustomed to his bulky presence submerged in her soft young belly. Now, he flexed the member gently in response, expanding it inside her, but still holding his body immobile.
"Oh ... oh..." Ann whimpered through gasping lips, still struggling with the fine line of pleasure-pain.
Her father waited a moment, then repeated the act while he watched her grimacing face beneath him. Her mouth fell limply open, her eyes clenched tightly shut.
"Oooohhh ... Ohhh Daddy!" she exclaimed. Then, she held her breath as the buried cock expanded more, stretching the narrow passage walls farther apart.
"I know, Baby, I know," Steve tried to sooth her, "but we've got to widen your tight little cunt walls so that there won't be any more pain; so that when a penis is inside you it'll bring you nothing but pleasure. Do you understand, Baby?"
"Oh ... oh, yes, Daddy," she whimpered, tossing her head from side to side as her father now set up a deliberate rhythm to his throbs, and as he watched, he saw her nostrils begin a hesitant flaring to the tempo. At last, soft mewling noises of rapture escaped her open mouth in cadence with his tender ministrations. "Oh ... oh ... ohhh, yes ... yes ... Daddy darling...," she began to moan.
He sensed her urgent answering throbs begin around the head of his member. Her moist, still tight, clasping cuntal-throat had begun a soft opening and closing as it swallowed about his throbbing shaft.
He had reached her! Yet, he didn't move, only continued the spaced, tantalizing pulsating inside the enchanting tight passage of her tender cunt. Now, he lowered his lips and gently kissed her breast, sucking one nipple into his mouth lovingly to tongue and nibble at. Immediately, her whole body began to writhe under him and he moved his lips to hers. She groaned incessantly up into the moistness of his mouth, thrusting her tiny tongue with sudden, complete delight deep into his throat. Low hums of ecstatic bliss began to rise in torrents from her chest, her beautiful face twisting with erotic passion, her mouth working excitedly, her neck straining as a light sweat broke out onto her forehead under the now disheveled, soft, blonde hair. Her head rolled from side to side in a state of near half consciousness, while her hips began a slow, demanding roll beneath his impaling, fleshy rod. Suddenly, her hungry, nibbling little cunt screwed itself up tighter against his hair-covered pelvis and he was forced to clench his teeth tightly in an effort to control himself.
There was no longer any questions as to the meaning of the word ecstasy, Ann reasoned nebulously. Her voluptuous body had burst into life like a fresh budding flower in springtime. A maddening tingle had sprung into being within her womb and surged relentlessly over the raw nerve ends of her now vibrant flesh. It rippled through her excited cunt and out its silken, fleece-lined flanges, coursing wildly over her milky-white thighs, and along the full length of her outstretched legs to circle about inside her toes as she curled them tightly against the soles of her feet. It raced, from her quivering belly insanely through her rib cage and out to the hardened tips of her pink, palpitating nipples.
Oh Jesus, she was in heaven!
Once more, Steve smoothed his hands down her sides and slid them in under the soft, satiny globes of her moving buttocks. Now, they flexed and unflexed to his touch, oozing around his fingers as he pressed his hands lovingly into them. He drew her closer to his loins and felt her pulling her thighs back a little more, the moist, lubricated hole of her tight little cunt flowering open to receive his aching cock to greater and greater depths. The cords in her neck and thighs stood out hard and tensed as she writhed beneath him from the magnitude of her newly discovered sensations.
Steve felt the smooth raw flesh of her chaste vagina holding him in, breaking and pulling now, all around his hot, bursting rod. He inched into her with force, sending the last fraction of his long thickness burrowing into her belly, raising a fresh blissful groan from her lovely lips, making her open her eyes to look up at him with a wild, desireful, glazed expression.
"Oh ... Daddy ... Daddy! It's ... it's wonderful ... beautifullll!" She gasped as he handled her buttocks, raising them off the bed, lifting his own body slightly for better leverage, squirming into her with exerted strength of hips and thighs.
"Ahhhh ... yes, yes, yes...!" she whimpered.
His loins began to move in and out with authority at her pelvis, his heavy cock pistoning in with strong, rhythmic thrusts. His own breathing came in short bursts, and the sight of her magnificent breasts, swaying over sideways toward the bed on either side of her, with her still erect nipples, made him give an involuntary extra plunge which moved her up the bed slightly and made her arch her neck with the sudden sensation.
Steve watched her face, drawing different expressions of never-before passion from it as he moved his hands over her ... his own sweet, delicious baby. God, how he loved her! He'd willingly give his life for her ... but she had to know all of it ... he'd gone this far ... He moved his fingertips gently into the little sensitive area of smooth, crinkle-edged pink flesh that was her tiny anus, felt it tightly resist his moistening caresses, then give way as he pressed persistently, his finger sliding slowly up into the soft rubbery depths while little gasps broke from her lips in a surprised stream of agonized delight.
"Oooohhhh ... Daddy, Daddy ... agghhhh ... yes, yes...!" she gurgled at the unexpected, undreamed of intrusion into the warm, rubbery channel of her asshole. "D-Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't ever stop ... Daddy ... sweet Lord!"
Elaine was certain of her intoxication now as she watched in mounting licentious delight the magnificent fucking her wonderful Steve was giving their equally wonderful daughter. Her head swam from the abundance of wine she had drunk and like her husband, she was convinced that it had been somehow doctored ... but that was of trivial importance at that very moment. Nothing mattered but the delicious throbbing of her cunt, partially caused by the lewd, incestuous spectacle before her, and the strong young cock of her son so hungrily fucking into her from behind. She could hear her handsome Donnie gasp behind her as she concentrated her inner cuntal muscles and he felt her warm, wet flesh jerk tighter around his loving cock. She moved forward slightly, bringing her face within scant inches of her daughter's wildly quivering buttocks. She wanted to see it all, every tiny thing that happened, and Donnie, behind her, shuffled forward on his knees between her now damp thighs, so as not to lose the maddening contact.
Dear God! Steve had his finger right up into Ann's tight little asshole, and she was skewering her luscious white buttocks back onto it as she whimpered and moaned in her enchantment. Elaine watched mesmerized, her dazed powers of reasoning attempting to justify the salacious act as part of her daughter's necessary, circumstantial education, while her excited, lust-dimmed eyes watched the moist dual ravishment of cock and finger, wet their full lengths from Ann's sweet, vaginal secretions, fucking into her. She could see the ragged pink edges of her lovely little cunt drawing back with her husband's prick on the outstroke and disappearing back inside as he rammed it home again deep in her tummy; and the same was true with the tight clasping opening of her wide-stretched rectum as he now inserted a second finger and was plunging into her snug, velvety channel with demonic fury ... Dear God ... she just couldn't stand the salacious, provocative sight any longer ... and as her Donnie's rigid shaft pounded into her, the wild pressure began to rapidly build ... she was going to cum!
"Oh ... ooohhh damn ... fuck me baby! Fuck hard sweetheart! Ram it to me!" she began to chant coarsely back at her son whose eyes grew suddenly wide in surprise at his mother's abrupt personality change.
Holy crap! Donnie tried to think as he gaped at the lascivious spectacle of his mother's round white ass thrust back at him in wanton gyrations, her grasping cunt seeming to draw at his very bowels. He had never heard such a guttural voice come out of her, let alone the use of dirty words ... it was almost as if she'd changed into another person ... but he couldn't think very well right at the moment ... because he was going to cum ... yeah ... cum! And he guessed that Mom was going to cum too! Holy crap, that was going to be something ... cumming right there inside her stomach like that...!
Steve never heard his wife nor his son's cries of release; his own loins were aflame, consumed with a fierce burning which swept through him in gusts of heat from the depths of his bloated balls. He gasped and quivered as he fucked, reveling in her delightful young flesh ... the flesh of his own flesh in the beautiful young girl beneath him.
He slipped his fingers gently from her asshole and ran his hands down her thighs to feel his driving cock plunging in and out, to feel the clinging lips of pink flesh clasping it tightly, wet with the moisture overflowing stickily down her soft luscious thighs.
Then her small hands came down to clutch at his tensing buttocks as he thrust his loins resoundingly against the receptive, tender flesh of her widespread crotch.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... Daddy, darling ... hard ... harder, Daddy ... harder!" she begged, gasping as if she were about to choke. She was nearing her climax ... her first intercourse climax, and her body had become something possessed, like her mother, hardly human as she twisted and contorted, spreading her legs wide apart and then pulling them up to her shoulders, bending them at the knees, urging him on.
Her writhing young body was like fire beneath him. Her head moved wildly from side to side, that full lower lip thrust out still further, her delicious mouth open in abandon. She swung her soft thighs up and clasped his waist in a scissors grip with her calves, winding her legs right around his body, tightened her grip on him, waving her ass from side to side, spiraling her excited cunt down at his searching, hotly expanded cock.
"Oh, sweet Lord, Daddy ... it's happening! I'm cumming! Fuck me hard! Fuck my hot cunt, Daddy darling! Ohh fuck me, I'm cumminnngg!" she gasped suddenly with a sharp, shrill, intense passion.
She grabbed his face as her moment overwhelmed her, biting his mouth at the same time, her body from breasts to thighs arched convulsively into his and holding there furiously, while her orgasmic fluid escaped around his still hard probing prick and ran down her smooth thighs, flooding his aching balls as they brushed against her vaginal lips.
The intensity of her reaction was like a spur to his own potential climax. He dug deeply into her, the meaning of the word gentleness suddenly escaping his lust-filled, wine-drugged brain. He forced her legs up almost to her neck, doubling her over, screwing into her like a human piledriver, crashing up to her young, tender cervix with his pulsating, near bursting cock. She continued to gasp and pant with little fluttering movements of her belly and thighs. She was still highly excited, he reasoned, and gave herself to his directions however he wanted her to move, with a wild, eager passion.
"Darling, Daddy," she murmured passionately. "Ohhh, it's so good ... so good. Fill me now with your cum. Fuck me hard, Daddy! Let me have it all the way...!"
Her words were like a devil's fork jabbing him, filling him with sharp, ecstatic pains in the regions of his loins, so that his cock grew and grew until he could hardly stand it, and the breath was choking with difficulty through his open lips, and his hand clasped and dug at her buttocks convulsively.
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy don't ever stop!" she gasped. "Yes ... like that ... Oooohhh ... aahhhh!" She whimpered loudly as he thrust savagely high and hard, searing up through her tight passage, resting at the apex of his thrust and jogging there for a second before withdrawing a little for another plunge ... another and another...
He was on the verge of the breakthrough! It was nearly unbearable! He had to cum or explode! He gasped, groaned, felt the bursting ... heard her moan ecstatically, then hold him tightly around the shoulders. Suddenly, with a long, body-wracking groan that went on and on, reverberating around the room, he shattered into his precious baby, shooting his hot, white sperm, high up into her open, receptive channel, toward her womb...
It was an exhausted and naked family of Trents that collapsed and slept in loving entanglement on the bed for the remainder of the afternoon ... until a familiar voice awakened them.
"I trust my beautiful people that you've all enjoyed your well-deserved nap," Eulin Everetts' voice reached them from an intercom speaker in the wall that Steve quickly located. A lewd snicker followed. "So, you should be well refreshed for the beautiful events to come, eh?"
They had all sat up in the bed and were staring at the speaker. No one spoke. Then, Everetts said:
"If you'll look outside your door in the hallway you will find four garments ... one for each of you. You will slip these on ... nothing more ... and I'll expect to see each one of you in the Fun Room at precisely five o'clock. You have thirty minutes, my dear Trents. Please be punctual."
Chapter 8
It darkened early at Terncliff in mid-fall, especially on the dreary days, but Eulin Everetts had explained during cocktails and at dinner that they generated their own power and even in the most severe storms, there was never any worry of failure. The old house lighted into a surprising pleasantness, with the fireplace aglow in the Fun Room and the atmosphere seemed to assume an astonishing acceptance. Steve couldn't get over his own inner feelings of cordiality toward his host, the young Tates, and of course, his own wonderful family.
At first, he'd been quite put out by the togas that Eulin expected them to wear, but shortly, he found himself pleased with their comfort, plus the fact that all were dressed alike, eliminating any ridiculous feeling. At the moment, he found himself struggling to contain a snicker that his precious Ann had instigated with her whisper into his ear concerning Eulin's toga undoubtedly being made by one Omar the tent-maker.
They stood by the window looking down the great darkened distance at the crashing surf below as it pounded incessantly against the sheer, massive rocks. Steve had his arm around his baby girl's slender waist and the feel of her soft naked flesh beneath the single garment immediately stimulated him. She pressed her voluptuous young body against his hip and he heard her sharp little intake of breath.
"D-Daddy ... what will I have to do?" she half-whispered to him. "I-I mean ... will I have to do anything to him ... Mr. Everetts?"
Steve felt his muscles tense and he bit at his lips tightly. "God," he said, "I don't know, Pet..."
"If it were you ... it would be wonderful, Daddy," she said, looking up into his eyes, her own brimming with love for him. "Like this afternoon ... that was so beautiful ... I could do anything to you and love it ... but him..."
"Y-You mustn't be afraid, Ann darling," he said, endeavoring to strengthen her. "It's what your mother wanted ... all of that money, and now we must cooperate ... stand together and cooperate."
"Oh, I'm not afraid, Daddy," she replied quickly. "Honest, I'm not ... it's just that I'd rather do it with you..."
"I know, Baby, I know," he said, hugging her to him and feeling her full, resilient young breast flattening softly against his arm as she deliberately pressed it tight to him. "Daddy loves you too, Baby, but I also have the feeling that Eulin has thought of everything including our natural repulsions."
His daughter looked at him questioningly. "I don't understand, Daddy...?"
He smiled down at her. He then cupped her erect, firm breast with one hand and gently began to massage the nipple through the sheer garment covering her.
Immediately, Ann gasped aloud as tiny prurient sensations began to ripple excitedly through her loins and belly.
"You see? That's what I mean, Darling," Steve half-whispered to his daughter. "I think that he's been feeding us some sort of aphrodisiac in everything we've drunk and eaten since we've been here ... and while under different circumstances I might be enraged, the abominable situation here makes the drug almost a blessing, which I further think is his basic idea. Eulin Everetts is not unaware of his ugly gargoylish self, Darling ... and he has tried to minimize our reactions to it through drugs."
"D-Do you really think that he realizes how ... how utterly detestable he appears to others, Daddy?" she questioned, the little prickly tingles still alive inside her from his taunting of her nipple, while simultaneously, a sense of pity welled up inside her for their ugly host.
"I'm certain of it, Pet ... but let's not say anymore ... he's just walked into the room," her father said, giving her one last squeeze. "Come on, we'll join Mom and Donnie ... and don't be afraid, Darling. Just remember, we all love each other very much, and once this is over with, we'll not only have each other, but twenty-five thousand dollars to enjoy the rest of our lives with."
"Yes, Daddy," Ann said, smiling affectionately into his face as she squeezed his hand that had encircled her waist. "I promise, I'll do my part."
Elaine Trent was completely certain now that Eulin Everetts had been drugging them with some sort of aphrodisiac. She had only to lay her hand on Donnie, or merely remember the size and conformity of Bodie's flaccid member in his black, silk pants to set the still churning stimulation in her loins into a desire filled whirlpool of lust ... and she was pleased. Dear God, it was going to make it so much easier, especially for the children ... and for twenty-five thousand dollars cash, right at the moment, she would suck Satan himself. Dear Christ, whatever it was he had been slipping into their food and drink, she hoped they would somehow find out. Its sensual pleasures could prove unlimited, once they were back home again...
"So," Eulin Everetts spoke out as he dropped onto a wide, soft couch that had been set in the place of his chair. He leaned back and smiled at his guests. "My beautiful people ... it's time for fuck and suck ... cocks and cunts ... the older ones ... especially, the younger ones..."
Steve had brought Ann to the davenport where Elaine and Donnie sat. Slowly, they eased down beside them. Evie and Bodie stood across the room in front of the fireplace waiting, their faces caught in twisted, half-smiles, their eyes sparkling licentiously as they waited. Elaine unconsciously reached out to cover her husband's hand while Ann did the same, the lewd, vile words the ugly man had mouthed tripping unbelievable little sensations of salacious excitement to ripple through all of them.
Eulin Everetts laughed almost evilly. "That excites your cocks and your cunts, doesn't it, my beautiful Trents? The mere sound of those lascivious words makes your pricks jump and your cunts quiver with desire." Once more he chuckled. "But do you know why? Well ... I'll tell you. Thornapple ... out of the Middle Ages ... a Solanaceae drug with my additive ... a drug of the witches, and commonly used by the master ... the Marquis de Sade. Tonight, my pets, you are going to know the ecstasies of the delicious manias such a potion can produce ... and nothing on this earth could possibly deter you now. In essence, my exquisite Trents ... you are all, at this moment, filled with carnal evil, just as were the three preceding families I selected ... all disciples of Satan and slaves of his veneral drug. Thornapple, my delightful guests ... bear the name strongly in mind, for you'll search the world over for it in your desirous need, and spend your newly gotten fortune buying it ... which, inevitably, will bring you back to me time and again..."
Fiendishly, he laughed, the almost hideous sound ricocheting around the room; yet, Donnie hardly paid him any note.
Holy crap! His prick was as hard as the handlebar on his mini-bike. It itched and tingled something fierce, and he couldn't take his eyes off Evie who was making little motions with her pink tongue, as if she were licking its head. Cripes, he'd never felt like this in his life. He reached beneath the thing Mr. Everetts had given him to wear and clasped his hand around his throbbing prick. Man, that felt good. He wished to hell he had it right up into his Mom's cunt like he had it this afternoon. Crap almighty, that had been something all right, fucking his Mom while he watched his Dad fuck hell out of Ann, with his fingers right up her ass, too. He intended to get more than his fingers up Ann's ass when they got home ... he was going to fuck hell out of her there...
"Everyone will remove their togas," Eulin Everetts ordered, while simultaneously he began to press buttons on the table beside him, and as the lights dimmed and the bookcases slowly swung about in the wall to form a movie screen, an immediate picture flashed upon it, while sound filled the room. "You'll no longer want them ... any of you, but I'll let you decide."
Steve recognized the Prescotts immediately. Oran Prescott, the last company president with his charming young wife, Tracy, and fifteen year old twins, Chuck and Larry. He gasped aloud as he saw them all in their complete nakedness, dancing and cavorting around what looked like the very room they were in. It was unbelievable, for individually it showed each one of the family sucking Eulin Everetts, and then Bodie fucking Tracy Prescott, while one of the twins mounted Evie from behind and she sucked the other simultaneously. But the climax came in untold footage of Tracy Prescott sucking her husband's massive cock, while her two sons dually fucked her in the cunt and rectum, and Eulin Everetts sodomized his company president in evil, ruttish debauchery.
When the lights came on once more, the Trents bore the completely warped expression of sexual deviates. Eulin Everetts laughed in lewd delight.
"Well," he hissed. "Are you ready yet? My beautiful Trents ... take off your togas ... and you, precious little Ann ... come over here with me..."
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Ann was alive with erotic excitement racing wildly through the regions of her loins and belly from the orgiastic film she had just witnessed with glowing, lust-filled eyes. Like the others in the room, at the mere suggestion, she had quickly shed her toga and was immediately enraptured by the sensual nakedness surrounding her and the carnal sight of the splendid swollen male cocks jutting forth wickedly with lewd promise.
Oddly enough, the revulsion she had felt for her father's employer had somehow diminished to hardly a memory; only a certain sense of pity that she didn't quite understand, remained, and that nearly lost completely in her dazed, prurient state. Her soft, white thighs trembled hotly and she smiled over at the huge man sprawled on his couch who had summoned her to him. He was yet to remove his single garment. She moved toward him, the air brushing coolly against her nakedness, and she traced her hands from her satiny thighs up over the smoothness of her round little tummy, upward to cup the undersides of her firm, thrusting breasts subconsciously, their tiny pink nipples distended to a near aching hardness.
Something moving toward her from the left distracted her and she paused to look. It was Bodie, she thought, but faces hardly meant anything at the moment, only the thick, long rod of delicious flesh spearing the air before him. His hand clutched it and her eyes locked fixedly upon the rock-hard shaft and the heavy testicle sac swaying at its base beneath.
"No, Bodie!" Eulin Everetts snapped. "Find someplace else to shove that ugly looking prick until I tell you different, or damn you, I'll cut it off and hand it to you!"
The boy hesitated, pausing with reluctance at the big man's command, while his eyes hungrily followed the voluptuous young girl's enticing body, as once more she walked toward the couch. He might even have become angry with his benefactor had it not been for the cool hand of Elaine Trent wrapping her long fingers around his violently hard cock. He gasped lightly at her touch and jerked his head to see her beside him, then felt her other hand smoothing over his taut, lean buttocks, her full, resilient breast pressed against the muscle of his arm as she held tightly to his prick and began to stroke it tauntingly.
Shit, he thought, she was the mother ... pretty, pretty mother, and he wanted to fuck her, too. Hell, yes ... he wanted to fuck all of them ... every single one...! He reached down and stuck his finger between the moist lips of her cunt and she gasped aloud, a wanton shudder rippling noticeably over her sleek body ... then, he pushed her down to the floor and crawled between her immediately wide-spread, uplifted legs...
"Sit down here beside me, my dear," Eulin Everetts said, his wormlike lips stretched into a barely detectable smile.
Ann obeyed, quite unafraid, even as she watched his pudgy hand move up the smooth, silken flesh of her arm, and finally over to cup one of her lush young breasts exploringly. He rested on his side, layers of pillows beneath his nubbinlike head, and he had drawn her down to a sitting position with her back against the rolling, flabby bulk of his middle, his one hand caressing the peaked globe of her breast while the other smoothed over the velvety skin of her dimpled back, down to the spread hillocks of her rounded supple buttocks from where she sat upon them. The gentle movement of his hand over her palpitating breast was nearly choking Ann with desire that she couldn't understand ... not that she wanted to fathom the meaning of the impelling, carnal delights churning inside her, but only to satisfy them, for with each movement of his hands they continued to mount until she was certain in her drug-dazed mind that she would go mad.
Eulin Everetts had never seen, let alone touched, such an exquisite morsel of undefiled ... no, near-undefiled ... young feminine beauty in his life. She left him breathless. She was even more enchanting than he had hoped she might be, and presently, she was completely at his mercy, as were all of the others in that room; and that exciting thought delighted him to no end. He owned them all, body and soul; they were his to do with as he pleased. He grinned with lecherous elation to himself, feeling his small member jerking to hardness as he massaged and squeezed her ripe, firm breast, purposely pinching the tiny nipple sadistically and raising a choked whimper of confused pleasure-pain from her.
Yet, Ann managed to turn her head and smile at him while she held his fat, kneading hand tight to her breast, and her long blonde hair tickled at his wrist like falling rain. Christ, he thought, she had been a magnificent little abandon-filled slut beneath the huge cock of her father only hours before ... and he had recorded all of it on film. What hours of sensual exhilaration that priceless episode was going to bring him on rainy evenings ... with his Evie sucking him ... or perhaps with Bodie licking his balls ... whatever, it would be vilely delightful. But tonight, yes, tonight, he would fulfill his most evil, perverted desire, he decided suddenly, the very despicable, de Sade-like obscenity he had been contemplating for months ... perhaps, even years. He wasn't certain...
From the beginning, ever since the first scenes of the Prescott film had flashed on the makeshift screen before them, Steve Trent had tried to regain control of his senses. Realization of the deplorable, obscene horrors he had unwittingly subjected his beloved family to, had struck him with a force of a brain-shattering blow; yet, in his drugged state of mind, try as he did, he couldn't overcome the depraved lust that Everetts' potion had incited within him. His cock was like a petrified length of elephant trunk, throbbing painfully in its need, and as he watched his baby girl in all of her luscious, naked splendor, across the room on the couch of his obese employer, his better judgment brought him foggily to his feet ... but then, she was quickly forgotten when he trained his eyes on Elaine folding herself to the floor and raising her beautiful legs high and wide to receive the demented Bodie between them. He gaped in mind-spinning awe as the muscular boy nosed the head of his inflamed, foreskin-peeled cock into the receptive mouth of her pink-flowered vagina, then rammed hard, racing the ugly-looking cudgel up her cunt with such force that she lurched several inches along the carpet, even as she grunted aloud in salacious bliss.
He could hardly keep his feet, his brain whirled with such velocity; yet he knew that somehow he had to seize control of the situation ... but then, his eyes fell lustily on Evie's widespread, lasciviously moving buttocks...
Holy crap, Donnie thought, this must be what they call getting drunk. If it was, he decided, it was all right. Man, how his pecker ached ... and there was old Ann going over to Mr. Everetts' couch ... and Mom holding on to Bodie's prick! Cripes, it was as hard as an ax-handle ... and just as long. But he didn't care about them because Evie was coming toward him, still licking at her lips, her eyes glued on his cock. He tried to thrust it up in the air further, stretching out his legs from the davenport where he sat, so she could see that he wanted her to suck it. Wow, she had beautiful tits ... and her cunt didn't have a hair on it ... just like Ann's used to be with the whole split naked ... and she was coming right at him ... smiling ... pretty-like, but dumb, too ... and dropping onto her knees, then lowering her head as she took his rigid, aching penis in her hand ... her long, long hair tickling his belly, loins and thighs ... then ... Oh shit! She'd sucked the whole godamned thing right up into her mouth and throat, and her tongue was licking and swirling around it like crazy! Holy crap! She was going to draw it right out of his crotch!
Of them all, there was no cock like a young boy's Evie thought excitedly, clasping her lips tightly behind the coronal rim of Donnie's shaft, and drawing the foreskin as far down as she could with her hand while her tongue played skillfully over the smooth, rubbery head. This one reminded her of Bodie's when he was young, longer than most, and thicker. Of course, it couldn't squirt as much when he would cum, but it was sweeter tasting ... and then there was his soft smooth balls to cup in her hand and milk while with her other hand, she could gently slither a finger up his tight young asshole. And this, she did, to Donnie's dazed delight.
Steve momentarily lost his balance and staggered backwards as his eyes feasted on Evie's provocatively gyrating buttocks. His massive rod lurched painfully, even as he struggled to regain his power of wits, knowing in the back of his drug-enshrouded mind that unless he dragged his loved-ones from this horrible debauchery, they were all lost forever ... Yet, he couldn't fight the salacious drive that was overcoming him. Evie's delicious ass, thrust high in the air before him as she voraciously sucked Donnie, was like a libidinous magnet to his blood-engorged prick. He dropped to his knees and wedged his way between her extended calves.
When she felt him, Evie knew what was coming and a wondrous ripple of carnal pleasure charged through her. Without ever losing a sucking stroke on Donnie's pulsating stalk, she reached back both hands, spread her thighs, then pulled her ass-cheeks apart with her hands, opening all of the enticing panorama of her beautiful loins to him.
Steve gasped aloud. The responsible thinking activities of his brain went dead. He visualized, and mentally recorded, only the full and complete spectrum of her open, hairless cunt and asshole, the latter like the mouth of a gaping fish. His loins screamed for release. Her cunt-lips, those delightful little sacks of naked loveliness, quivered before him. Her perfectly rounded and beautiful bottom undulated as she still drew apart the full-moons of her ass-cheeks, and he saw the glistening droplets of moisture in the coral-hued, sensitive flesh of her open slit. He couldn't stand it any longer. The knob of his cock was like a lighted torch when he wrapped a hand around the shaft and leveled it just inside the nibbling lips. He heard her groan, then he brutally caught hold of her hips and drove its full length solidly up into the throbbing moist sleeve of her cuntal passage. She felt the huge bulge of his cock-tip slip between the waiting lips of her pussy ... then, the soaring charge as its heavy shaft burst into her channel and belly with ferocious delight, crashing soundly against her cervix, bringing the needed pain-pleasure she must have. She blurted aloud around the boy's splendid prick in her mouth, quickly drawing it all back into her there until her lips were tickled by his few pubic hairs, and her tonsils taunted by his rod's excited cock-head; simultaneously she brought her hands back around to milk his young balls and again slip her long, slim finger gently up into his asshole.
Ann's dazed brain swooned in fervent need. Her whole being was alive with tiny tongues of lascivious flame as she watched the performances in the room before her; faces and names as well as their relative importance to her hardly registered; the salacious sight of a huge cock plunging with solid, pelvic, sounds into the receptive, moist, pink, crotch-chasm did, however ... making her own little slit quiver with new found, voracious want.
Dear and sweet Lord, she thought stuporly, it had to be Mommy ... with her legs way up in the air like that ... that thing hammering beautifully into her ... way up inside ... punching gently at her inner-self ... oh, sweet Lord ... and there was Donnie with his beautiful cock being sucked by ... by ... what was her name? Oh ... oh ... and she had to just sit there ... watching Daddy shove his wonderful thing right up into what's-her-name's lovely, hairless pussy ... just sit there with Mr. Everetts' hand on her breast ... squeezing and pulling at it ... Oh! belly ... gently smoothing in little circles over her belly ... yes ... yes ... yes!
"Oh God, Mr. Everetts ... do something!" she heard herself exclaim.
The huge man could never have anticipated such unexpected delights. His small cock jerked and quivered between the rolls of fat that hid it. He said. "What would you have me do, my little flower?"
"I-I don't care, but something," Ann answered, hardly aware that she had. "My God, I can't stand it ... I'm all afire!"
Eulin Everetts chuckled in warm pleasure. "Does your little cunt itch?" he taunted.
"Yes ... yes!"
"And you'd like something exciting to happen to it, eh?"
"Oh ... oh, please ... please?"
Again, he chuckled. His pleasure was growing beyond belief. He said: "You poor darling ... and look at your mama. She's getting fucked by Bodie to perfection, isn't she?"
"Yes ... yes, she is! Look at them!"
"No ... No, my dear. Look at your brother, Donnie. Did you ever see anyone getting sucked like that? Or your dear father ... fucking into Evie from behind while she sucks your brother. Look at them! Isn't it beautiful?"
"Yes ... oh, yes, it's beautiful..."
"Spread your thighs, my sweet. Spread them way apart," Eulin ordered, moving his pudgy hand between their creamy fullness, taunting the sparse hair-covered mound of her pubic area and intentionally dallying his fingertips along the edges of her immediately, wide-spread cuntal slit. "Let's play a little while ... but rest assured, my precious, you will get the most in the end, eh?"
Ann spread her thighs wide-open to the traipsing fingers, hardly realizing what she was doing, her reactions little more than a response to her physical state from the drug that engulfed her, her entire conscious being overwhelmed by the sexual aura controlling her. Then ... then ... his finger went right up into her and she gasped aloud.
Ooooh God, she was ecstatic! His finger was right up inside her cunt! She felt it titillating her urethra, then slipping as deep up into her as it could, while she squirmed in ungovernable wicked delight upon it.
"You like that?" he whispered.
"Oh yes, yes!" she exclaimed, her young full buttocks writhing lewdly.
"Would you suck my cock?"
"Yes, yes ... anything ... only don't stop."
Eulin Everetts laughed. She was such a lovely little bitch ... but he didn't want her to suck him. It was all, in its entirety, such a fulfilling delight. He said:
"Climb up here over me, my pet. Put your delectable little sweet cunt right over my mouth ... because I'm going to suck it ... and lick it ... and love it."
Ann was elated. In her dazed mind she felt like a little girl playing school, a little girl who just had been escalated a grade. Her tight young pussy trembled with excitement as she climbed up over the huge man who rolled to his back, spreading her bended legs that great distance to get over him as she sat her luscious buttocks onto his chest and smiled down at him.
Once more, it was better than he had dreamed, Eulin thought, as he gaped upward at her magnificent thrusting breasts above him. He ran his hands up to her voluptuous buttocks and she raised to her knees, moving her tender, moist cunt forward.
"Bring it down to me," he said. "Bring it down and hold it right above my mouth, do you hear?"
"Yes, yes!" Ann replied excitedly, and she did.
Eulin could no longer laugh, or pass this voluptuous young creature off. Her exciting womanhood between those wide-spread intoxicating columns of milky-white thighs was absolutely mesmerizing. Her delectable tight cunt flowered in open, glistening pink with exotically golden fringed ruby lips of unbelievable rapture. Two tiny coral petals of enshrouding beauty hugged at the shrine of her clitoris, even as dew-drops of viscid pleasure dampened the still-snug mouth of her vagina. His prick protruded between the rolls of flesh containing it and he laved his tongue deeply up into her vaginal entrance to pick up those delicious drops of youthful pussy nectar. She whimpered and he splayed his tongue wildly, even as she grasped his slovenly cheeks and ground her tender cunt down against his mouth. She felt his lingual member curl wetly up into her craving, snug channel and she began to gasp in panting half-sobs to the frenzied sensations he was generating in her loins and tummy. Sweet Lord, she had to have more ... something to bring her release from the mounting pressure ever building inside her! Oh ... oh ... oh God! It was too much ... too much!
And then, he stopped!
"Oh no ... no! Please, don't stop?" she begged, trying to grind her tormented young cunt down against his mouth frantically, but with surprising strength, the obese man lifted her off him, setting her on the couch beside him.
He raised up and barked: "Enough! All of you animals, stop! Bodie! Evie! Do you hear me? Stop!"
Neither Steve nor Elaine Trent paid the slightest attention to their host's command; in their carnally peaked, drugged minds there was nothing else on the face of the earth but the oestral drive raging through their inflamed bodies; but it was not the same with their retarded, rutting partners. While both the husband and wife struggled and clung savagely to the muscular young man and the voluptuous girl, they were no match physically for the undrugged brother and sister, and could do little but whimper after them as they shoved the Trents away and got to their feet, per Eulin Everetts' order.
"I was going to cum!" Donnie choked, clutching and jerking at his swollen rod furiously. "I was! I was!"
"Come here, boy," Eulin ordered. "Bring it over here and we'll take care of that for you. Hurry now." Then, to Steve and Bodie: "You, too, both of you. Over here on the floor. Evie, you take care of the lovely mother before she loses her mind." He sniggered evilly. "Show her some of your more salacious talents. Get the dildos from the cabinet, one for each of you ... and hurry, damn you!"
It was an unbelievably debauched orgy that raged on in the Fun Room at Terncliff while the angry sea roared below and the fire burned to dimness in the great hearth, and all to the depraved instructions of Eulin Everetts.
Elaine Trent had long since lost her last measure of control as she lay upon her back with Evie's beautiful buttocks spread wide above her face so that she could lick and suck the young girl's pink hairless cunt, while simultaneously, she plunged the thick, lengthy dildo deep into her obscenely stretched rectum, and Evie, with her mouth glued to Elaine's throbbing vaginal split, did the same.
Dear God! It was absolute enchanting bliss, Elaine reasoned vaguely, as the heavy flesh-like, simulated prick thundered into her back passage to the depths of her bowels, while Evie sucked and bit at her clitoris vigorously, and she, in turn, endeavored to show her loving appreciation by delighting the weak-minded girl in like fashion.
Eulin Everetts tossed two pillows onto the floor, then, and ordered Bodie Tate to lay down with his rump on top of them. The young man quickly responded, the pillows causing his lean, muscular body to arch upward and his long, rock-hard shaft to spear the air obscenely. It was like an abductive idol to Ann's desire-filled brain and her lovely eyes gaped at it longingly, watching as he spread his thighs open and his heavy, hair-covered balls hung proudly between them.
"Isn't it a beauty, my pet?" the huge man taunted her.
"Y-Yes ... oh yes..."
"Wouldn't you like that shoved right up into your hot little pussy, eh?"
"Oh ... oh God ... can I? Can I...?" Ann whispered, struggling to her feet.
Eulin chuckled lewdly. "Of course, you can, my sweet. Just get right over it and slip it up into your itching hole. Go ahead ... it's all right ... that's what it's there for..."
Ann didn't need any further invitation. She knelt with knees on either side of his ribs and immediately his hands smoothed up her inner thighs to her throbbing, tight cunt-lips, spreading the puffy, down-sprinkled flanges open to expose its moist pinkness to his lustful gaze. Immediately, his fingertips began to work furiously on her tiny, erect clitoris, bringing it to a more and more pronounced state until, abruptly, she leaned up on her knees, grabbed his cock and tried to stuff it into the small hole of her open slit.
Uncontrollably, Ann whimpered and moaned while her father and brother watched in befogged, stimulated fascination, their own stone rigid pricks aching hotly in their unfulfilled need.
"Get it in! Get it in!" the girl wailed, her heavy young breasts swaying and quivering as she squirmed her crotch above the blunt nob of his angry, towering prick, and the onlookers saw Bodie catch hold of her waist while she clung to his shaft, zeroing her vagina directly above the stalk with its fiery mushroom head; and then he pulled her down on it.
Momentarily, the obvious resistance of the inflated, rubbery knob pressing with brutal force against the small elastic opening of her tight cunt, raised a chilling little shriek from deep in Ann's throat, but then it wedged in beyond the coronal rim, and she began to sink down onto it with a low, joyful moan and he slid it up into her like an unending greased pole.
Flattening her knees out so that they pressed against his hips, she sank lower and lower on the shaft, moaning all the way as if he were killing her. Then she rose up on her knees so that his prick, moist from her vagina, came whitely into view. Up she rose, until the rim of the smooth, rubbery head was out of her, and then with a soul-tearing gasp she sank down again, flattening her crotch onto his, containing the whole of his cock inside her up to her cervix.
Bodie pressed his legs together and jerked his hips rhythmically up as she descended so that their bodies crashed together at the sexual junction, bringing a regular pattern of gasps and groans from both their throats.
"Now, boy, it's your turn," the huge fat-man ordered Donnie who was still grasping his pulsating cock, his mouth hanging open slackly as he watched Ann's luscious, wide-spread buttocks and Bodie's glistening rod of flesh disappearing right up inside her eager open crotch. "Get down there behind her and ram it right up that tiny little pink asshole. She'll love you for it, eh?"
At the mere mention of the debased suggestion, Donnie was on his knees, his strong legs spread on either side of Bodie's just as were his sister's and shuffled forward toward the open cleft beween the white globes where Ann's tiny little puckered anus lay vulnerably exposed.
She rode up and down Bodie's wonderful, pleasure-giving prick with her upper body bent forward until her breasts were squashed into his powerful chest, hardly aware of anything but the magnitude of her blissful coma. Then, she felt someone's fingers parting her buttocks and probing at the sensitive raised circle of her anus, just as Daddy had done that afternoon. Vaguely, she remembered its delights and wanted it; though its initial contact aroused unleashed passion in her straining body, further insistent probing began to hurt. Her young brow furrowed and she began to struggle against it, yet she was hesitant to move away lest she lose the wonderful sensation of the great cock inside her and she clenched her teeth to endure the thrusting finger worming its way deeper and deeper into the soft rubbery depths of her rectum.
"Agghhhhh ... ooohhhh ... no ... nooooo!" She whimpered out behind her while Eulin Everetts smiled in lust-crazed glee. "Please ... please don't ... it hurts!"
But the hand wouldn't stop and she felt thumbs on her buttocks spreading them even further. Then, another finger joined the first inside her ... and she came to a near-halt in her fucking movements while Bodie clutched savagely at her waist to keep her from squirming off him ... The hands continued to spread her, easing the cheeks of her soft, resilient buttocks further and further apart until it seemed she would split open back there. And then, as suddenly as they had entered, the fingers were removed and she felt the soothing bath of air across her bottom ... but only for a brief moment. Abruptly, a larger, smooth rubbery object pressed against her asshole ... another prick!
She cried out and writhed violently, trying to get away from the intruding pressure without the filling warmth of Bodie beneath her, but whoever it was behind her kept pushing against her until she felt the tight elastic ring of her tightly clenched rectum pop slightly and encircle the head of the lustfully throbbing cock ... and then she felt it begin to saw its way relentlessly inside the yielding rubbery depths of her back passage...
Dear God ... she could hardly think further ... the sudden pain was so overwhelming! Tears of agony welled up into her eyes and streamed down her cheeks as the cock in her rectum ventured deeper ... until she could feel the thickness of it begin to rub against Bodie's beneath her ... separated only slightly by the thin, fleshy membrane between her vagina and back channel. Dear God ... dear God! The pain was becoming weirdly pleasurable! She began to move backwards to meet the forward thrust of his loins.
"Ahhh ... ooohhh ... yes ... yes! Do it ... both of you fuck me! Ooooh God, yes ... yes ... fuck me hard!"
Steve could never have given reason to what drove him to his knees in front of the abandon-contorted face of his beloved daughter, his massive prick in his hand as he kneed forward until its tip grazed her young tender lips. At the moment, her eyes were closed, but at its touch she opened them to look upward into his face in glazed passion. At last, they seemed to recognize him and the trace of a loving smile crossed her face as she opened her lips and he slid the glans of the giant head wetly along the length of her small tongue, its tiny droplets of lubricating fluid seeping from it to fill the warm cavern between her cheeks with its pungent, salty taste.
Eulin Everetts' obscene elation was almost complete. His small piggish eyes drank in the vile, depraved spectacle of lust surrounding him. Evie and the lovely Mrs. Trent were like two wanton sluts as they lay with their faces buried in the other's hungrily nibbling cunts, while at the same time they wildly plunged the dildos up each other's anuses. Christ, that alone was a sight to delight the Marquis himself ... but the icing on the perverted dessert was the voluptuous young, blonde beauty going literally out of her mind from the erotic bliss of having three cocks fucking into her at once!
He could hear her ecstatic moans of passion escaping around her father's disappearing shaft in her mouth, and he watched in salacious excitement the hollowing and bloating of her cheeks as the thick rod slipped in and out of her clasping lips, even as Bodie's huge prick spread upward into her so recently virginal cunt and her brother's strong young shaft raced vigorously into the rubbery depths of her hot young rectum.
Hell, it was time! His own cock was up and violently ready! He pressed the button on the table beside him, and it was only moments before Mrs. Mudd entered.
The witch-faced woman approached hesitantly, but nevertheless came to stand before him, looking neither right nor left, yet well aware of the depraved spectacle taking place around her. She had seen them many times before in her years with this monster, since the passing of Justin ... the man she loved ... the horrible, obscene orgies he forced her grand-daughter and son to participate in, along with the others ... entire families he had debauched and destroyed ... and she knew better than to disobey him lest he destroy her and those beautiful, idiot children of her daughter.
True, both Evie and Bodie were little more than devices for his pleasure and human receptacles for his vile sperm, but even this was more humane than an asylum where they might be beaten or tortured as he, Eulin Everetts had pointed out to her, and it was a home for her as long as she lived.
"Look at them, you old bitch," he snapped lewdly at her. "Aren't they all beautiful? Fucking and sucking each other to my command ... Do you envy them, sow? Can you remember how you used to suck my father's cock? Tell me, did he ever fuck you in the ass like that lovely child is getting it and from her own brother? Eh, did he?"
"W-Why do you torment me like this?" the woman whimpered. "Haven't I always been good to you ... since the day your own mother died ...?"
"Don't mention that wicked slut in my presence!" Eulin squealed at her. "You know better...!"
"Filthy hag!" he screamed ... then, he leaned forward, his fat hidden eyes narrowing even more. "Strip, you old crone! Take those rags off you!"
"Oh ... no, please no, Mister Eulin...?" she begged, her eyes widening with knowing fear.
"Do as I say, goddamn you! Do it, or I'll order Bodie and Evie to use the dildos on you again, you hear me? Do it ... now!"
Reluctantly, the withered little woman complied while the obese ogre watched in sensual delight ... watched the helpless creature bare her naked, dried up flesh before him as he chuckled in perverted glee. It was then that he tore off his own toga and lay back on the couch, spreading his massive legs and pulling up his stomach until the almost infantile phenomenon of his genitals popped into view like a short red candle.
"Suck it, you bitch!" he ordered. "And hurry!"
"Oh ... oh ... my God, Mister Eulin ... please! You ... you can't mean it!" she stammered, gaping at him in utter horror. "N-Not me...! You wouldn't make me do that..."
"Godamned you! Do as I say, or so help me, Satan, I'll peel the skin off your withered ass inch by inch!" he shrieked. "Hurry, damn you! I want to know what it feels like to be sucked by a hag ... to shoot my load down your ugly, dried up throat!" His voice had raised to such an insane pitch that the shamed, terror stuck little woman was certain he had finally lost his mind. He had truly cracked ... but there was nothing she could do only obey ... there was absolutely no one to help her ... nowhere to run ... At last, she had come to the lowest defilement he could conceive of to torture her and bring vile, sensual pleasure to himself...
She moved toward him, crawling slowly onto the couch between his massive legs.
Ann was hopelessly engulfed in sensual rapture. Wildly, she undulated her crotch and buttocks as she skewered herself down and back on the wonderful shafts fucking into her, squeezing with her cuntal muscles and tensing her buttocks to delight the impaling rods. Overjoyed with her Daddy's cock in her mouth, she sucked voraciously at it, her cheeks hollowing and bloating obscenely with his viscious thrusts. She had never dreamed that his wonderful prick would taste so delicious and she explored its every ridge and wrinkle. Her tongue licked insanely at the blood-filled head, the tip probing hotly into its tiny split. Sweet Lord, how she wanted it to shoot in her mouth ... to swallow his hot sticky cum and feel it dribbling down her throat ... to fill her belly with it, just as the others ramming into her would fill her cunt and asshole...!
Dear God! Sweet Lord!
Heaven was about to burst open! Her own climax was rising inside her and she sensed Bodie's rod jerk and expand, as was the wildly pummelng shaft in her ass! Oh ... Oh ... they were all going to cum together! How beautiful! And then, Bodie's began spewing its white hot load deep up into her clasping cunt, while the one thrust deep in her rectum began to ejaculate its jets of warm liquid into her bowels. The force of their dual orgasms sent hot, cascading sperm, splashing obscenely around inside her, foaming back out of her hair-lined cunt-lips and down the cleft of her ass to drench their pelvises and balls. One pair of balls jammed tightly against her exposed clitoris, caused her quivering body to jerk spasmodically forward, driving her father's cock into her madly sucking mouth to the hilt. Then, it too, erupted, gushing forth thick streams of the creamy, pungent liquid into her mouth and throat, her cheeks bloating and contracting as she swallowed hungrily to keep from choking on the great continual spurts emitting from it. She swallowed in obscene, thick gulps, fastening her lips like an elastic ring tightly around his jerking, squirting prick that she loved so much, fearful of losing even a tiny drop of his precious fluid. Small droplets seeped from the corners of her mouth as he fell back away from her, near collapsing, his shrinking penis slithering lifelessly from her still sucking mouth, thin sticky strings of the white viscid liquid stretching from her lips to his flaccid cock backing away.
Almost insanely, she screwed her buttocks tightly onto the still squirting prick sunk deep in her rectum, and as Bodie's deflated cock fell limp in her vagina, she let out a whimpering wail from between clenched teeth and felt her body shudder violently as the great gush of pleasure rippled through her and her whimper became a scream of ecstatic enchantment ... a scream that filled the room almost simultaneously with that of her mother ... and then, with a third that rented the atmosphere of the despicable, Babylonic scene with shrieking, agonized horror, causing them to struggle in drug-dazed semi-consciousness to stare at the naked, ugly, obscene man who had leaped up off his couch and was clutching around the massiveness of his girth toward his crotch.
Again, he cried out in torment as he stumbled blindly about, and they saw the blood squirting profusely from somewhere in his crotch, drenching his thighs as he staggered around the room, upsetting furniture and still clutching obscenely at himself.
"Jesus God! The hag! The filthy hag!" he screamed. "She bit it off ! She bit my prick off...!"
Steve Trent was first to tear the cobwebs from his brain and let in the light of reality, but he knew immediately there was no way that he could help the bull-like creature who was charging nowhere in maddening agony; and then he caught sight of the wizened Mrs. Mudd as she spat something from her mouth and he saw the blood covering her lips and running down her pointed, witchlike chin. She was cackling insanely, and as Steve recognized the almost child-sized bloodied penis she had spewed from her mouth to the floor, and then heard the splinter of glass, followed by Eulin Everetts' last horror-filled screams coming back at them as he fell toward the sheer rocks below, he turned toward his family, crowdingly inside his arms and held them, all three, to himself protectively.
Chapter 9
Steve Trent smiled contentedly to himself as he watched the graceful figures of his wife and daughter move around their new playroom, lighting the decorative jack-o'-lanterns they had placed here and there. They hardly looked like the witches their costumes depicted them to be, he thought, anymore than he or his son resembled evil-looking devils. He sipped at his sherry and momentarily focused his attention on Donnie who was trying to establish atmosphere by playing eerie music and records with weird sounds. What a noble and stalwart boy he had been through the whole horrifying ordeal, Steve thought proudly ... all of them, for that matter, so brave, unselfish, and understanding of one another. God, if anything, their unbelievable nightmare had united them into a closer family unit, if that were possible, and although since Terncliff they had only had one little family love-in, as Ann had so cutely labeled it, there would be many, many more for all of them to look forward to. Truly, he was convinced, they had discovered the ultimate secret of kindred oneness, as opposed to the generation gap that besmeared the time.
Again, he sipped at his sherry while he reclined leisurely in his favorite chair, watching the others occasionally drink from their own glasses as they went happily about their Hallowe'en fun. The costumes, the little private party with decorations and favors, all had been an annual ritual with them since the children were small, but this year there was an added underlying note of exciting anticipation dancing in all of their eyes, say nothing of the keen sensations mounting within himself as the evening progressed. Yes, he thought, they certainly had much to be thankful for.
To begin with, there'd been no elaborate investigation at Terncliff; Eulin Everetts' death had been ruled accidental by local authorities, and although a certain portion of his anatomy was never found, it was the coroner's decision that it had somehow been sheared off in his fatal plunge to the jagged rocks below. They, the Trents, had been immediately dismissed, and while Mrs. Mudd returned to the Everetts' Parksburg mansion to look after young Greg Wilcox, who as heir to the family fortune and controlling stockholder of the Paper Mills would be assuming his place in the traditional residence, she had done the one necessary thing she'd dreaded and avoided for years ... she'd committed Evie and Bodie to institutions where they would get adequate and proper care.
Privately though, Steve had been worried to no end concerning his future, and then young Wilcox had come to the house to let him know he was to stay on as President and that the young man's advisors, who were looking after his affairs until he was of age, were in complete accord. Naturally, there had been elation in the house that night, welcomed jubilance in lieu of the fact that Eulin Everetts had never placed his signature on the necessary document that would have transferred the promised twenty-five thousand dollars into their names...
Elaine Trent could still hardly believe the changes that had taken place within herself since their carnal debauchery at Terncliff. That she would ever come to believe there was something more important to her than money, prestige and social position seemed impossible; yet, she had: the unrivaled love of her dear ones for her and each other; and she returned their ardent feelings with every measure of her being. Dear God, their affectionate rapport was almost beyond belief; each and every one of them overflowed with a near inconceivable passion for the other ... but of course, the thornapple they had confiscated from Terncliff helped bring out, as well as stimulate, their wonderful attachments.
Lord, she thought, as she went about lighting the little candles in the jack-o'-lanterns, if only there was some way they could introduce their ardorous domestic relationship to the whole world ... surely, she felt certain, there could be no more wars nor strife on the face of the earth ... people would be too engrossed venerally with their own, just as she was right at that very moment as she let tiny prurient thoughts of anticipation race through her mind, and once more she sipped at her sherry...
Man, Donnie was thinking, all he had to have was three or four swallows of their 'special' sherry and his rod popped right up to rigid attention. Not that he minded that, especially with what he was certain was going to come off before too long, but it was the lousy waiting around for the rest of the family to get with it that irked him. Holy crap, by the time Dad gave the signal for starts, his pecker'd be aching like a pulled muscle. But there wasn't very much he could do about it, only wait and occupy his mind until the old boy was ready to tee-off. He guessed if Ann and Mom could stand it, he could, too; he was just about the luckiest kid in the world, was all ... having a groovy family like he did. All he had to do was just stop and think about it a couple of minutes and he could just about blow his mind. Man, he'd bet there wasn't a guy he knew who had the time every day with either his Mom or Sister like he did, say nothing of a couple of neighbors across the street. But he sure would like to slip it into old Nadine, or maybe let her suck it a little; he'd been thinking a lot about that lately. He guessed he'd have to talk to Ann about it...
Ann sensed the tongues of fire building in her loins and tummy as she sipped at her sherry. She looked at her father and smiled lovingly. God, it was going to be such a heavenly party tonight; she was just certain of it. If only she didn't have sweet Nadine to worry about. The poor darling, both she and her mother had been nearly out of their minds since the body of her father had been found shot, up at the old quarry. Of course, the police were working on it, but as yet they had absolutely nothing to go on, and even if they had, or when they found out who did it, that was never going to bring back Mr. Sheldon. Oh, it was all so horrible ... she just didn't want to think about it, and ruin her whole night ... not when she was going to have her own wonderful Daddy to play with. What would he do to her tonight, she wondered? Whatever, it was all so beautiful the way they shared their love among themselves that it didn't matter ... every approach, it seemed, was even better than the one before...
The front doorbell gave her a start, followed by an inner letdown. She hoped their party wasn't going to be interrupted now by guests...
"I'll go," her father said, getting to his feet. "Probably some more trick-or-treat imps." He smiled at her as he left the room toward the front entranceway.
Oh my, Ann thought, he was so handsome.
"I hope it's not company," Elaine Trent said, sipping at her sherry. "I can't think of anything more annoying right at the moment," she added, the trace of a licentious little smile playing around her pretty mouth as she gazed at her two offspring.
"Maybe it's old Nadine," Donnie put in, his handsome young face brightening eagerly. "Now that wouldn't be so bad. Maybe, she'd like to join..."
"Donnie, really!" Ann snapped in obvious disgust. "You know they've just found her father's..."
"You have a caller, Ann," her father interrupted, ushering Greg Wilcox into the room.
The broad, husky athlete was smiling warmly as he greeted all in turn. "Hey, what goes on with the costumes? Some kind of private party?"
Ann felt her face flushing from anger. Of all the people she didn't want to see right at that moment, Greg Wilcox was foremost; but how she was going to get rid of her father's employer and her own very special boyfriend without offending him was quite beyond her. Actually, she hadn't expected to see him until their date for the Country Club Junior on Saturday, two days off ... Good grief, his presence was going to ruin their whole wonderful evening...
"Well, how nice of you to drop by, Greg," Elaine Trent said, to Ann's surprise. "Won't you sit down? We were just enjoying a little sherry ... sort of a Halloween tradition with us ... as are the costumes. Perhaps, you'd like a tiny bit...?"
Ann caught the quick exchange of eye transmission between her parents, and although taken aback at first, her second thoughts were not without additional prurient excitement. The suggestive expression in her mother's lovely eyes was easily readable to Ann, while her father was responding with his usual amiable smile. Wow! What a cool idea...!
"A small glass won't hurt you, Greg," Steve Trent assured the handsome specimen.
"Well ... I'm in training you know," Greg replied, nervously, dropping onto a davenport "But ... but I guess just a little won't matter will it?"
"Of course it won't," Elaine said, smiling warmly down at him as she placed a long-stemmed glass in his big hand.
"So, let's offer a toast to All Hallows Eve, night of the witches and the disciples of Satan," Steve proposed, raising his glass.
The young man stared at his company president for a moment, then managed a smile to coincide with those of Trent's family as he raised the glass to his lips.
"To rods and slits," Steve offered, again raising his glass.
Again, Greg Wilcox responded, but this time with a slightly flushed face at the words he thought of as having a possible dual significance.
Elaine filled their glasses once more.
"I really shouldn't," Greg said, looking up into the lovely face of Ann's mother who seemed to be smiling almost seductively down at him, and he sensed an embarrassing stirring of his penis inside his shorts that he couldn't quite account for. Nevertheless, it was a stimulating sensation, he thought.
"How about one to having a time?" Donnie put in, holding up his glass.
"All right," said Steve, "as Donnie so aptly puts it, 'to having a time'."
Once more, glasses were lifted to lips, Greg holding his there overly long as he looked toward Ann who was smiling deliciously at him. Momentarily, she blurred just the slightest in his vision, surprising him. Hell, he had drunk wine before, beer and bourbon, too, but the effects here were quicker than anything he'd ever taken ... even pot. He'd sensed a change sweeping over him within fifteen seconds after the first toast, and by the time he'd decided that the taste was pleasing, he felt unusually giddy, as if he might cross the room in one step.
"Excellent vintage, eh?" Steven Trent said, eyeing him curiously, Greg thought.
"Yes ... I guess," Greg managed. "Wh-what year is it?" he heard himself go on, feeling the effect creeping all over him, stronger with each passing second. He blinked his eyes and looked around at the others. They all seemed to be watching him, Donnie grinning, Ann with her lips slightly parted in an almost desire-filled smile, her eyes gleaming as were her mother's. Then, Mrs. Trent dropped her hand to her thigh and began to stroke it gently, almost narcissistically.
"It's dateless," Steve Trent replied, answering his question. "But I like to think of it as a brew out of the dark-ages, from the witches' cauldron itself, wherein lies the love and peace so sought after upon this earth, my boy."
"Y-You don't say," Greg stammered, feeling, his prick ramrodding its way to a solid erection ... not only at the sight of Mrs. Trent suggestively massaging her thigh, but Ann had suddenly laid her small, soft hand in his lap, not an inch away from the throbbing head of his lurching cock!
"Yes, Greg, I'm quite serious. Your Uncle Eulin knew this, but managed to pervert the whole theory," Steven Trent went on. "Unfortunately he sought to outdo the masters, rather than live within the realm of bliss he had discovered and was entitled to. He challenged the Prince, Greg ... and lost. We ... we're of a more subordinate nature."
"I-I suppose that's the proper way," Greg heard himself reply, hardly knowing what he was saying or talking about. Ann's hand was sliding toward the outline of his prick!
Elaine held the decanter toward the boy and he, as if it were beyond his control, held up his glass in receptance. His company president smiled at him, and for some reason he felt completely the underling ... the servitor. All raised their glasses and he followed suit. He saw Steve Trent nod toward his luscious daughter.
"Here's to fuck." Ann responded.
"And delicious suck," added her mother.
"To the time." said Donnie.
"And magnificent ass fucking," the smiling father tail-ended it.
Greg Wilcox felt their eyes upon him, their beautiful faces smiling, while he tried to reason within his swirling brain if he had imagined, or actually heard the toasts. It was beyond anything minutely imaginable ... these magnificent, breathtaking people ... this intoxicating family with the delicious daughter he had already flipped over, the eminent father who piloted his very own company ... Christ almighty! All inhibitions were passing from him ... it was unbelievably exhilarating. His prick was as hard as a fencepost, and Ann had just grasped it where it jerked inside his pants, with her soft white hand!
Shit!
"To my Greg," Ann toasted, staring meaningfully at him.
They drained their glasses, then laughed, while Ann gave a little hand-clap of delight as she arose and danced around the room. Suddenly, Donnie went to the phonograph to add more weird music. Elaine Trent backed to a chair and seated herself, raising her knees up under her chin with her feet on the cushion, and even with the long black skirt of the witch's costume, Greg could see the entire undersides of her full, creamy-white thighs and her soft hair-covered cunt, for she wore nothing obviously beneath. She smiled at him as she traced the direction of his eyes concentrated upon the secret delight of her crotch. It didn't seem that he could pull his eyes away from the spectacular sight, yet even as he stared, he tried to listen to Steven Trent's words.
"... In essence, Greg, it falls upon us not only to right the wrong of your wicked uncle, but to carry the torch of veneral freedom, as well as put down the warped, nauseous, incest hypocrisy, and bow to Lot, disciple of the Prince. It's not impossible that we can yet establish peace and love on this demented planet ... at least, we will work toward those ends..."
Steve Trent paused for breath, while Greg listened, fascinated not only by his words, but by the significance of his spiel. He looked at Ann and her mother, glowing and alight with desire and quite suddenly, he began to understand what was in store for him, if he was reading all of the symptoms correctly; he didn't know whether to jump up and run from the house, or simply sit there and wait for someone to rape him. Good Christ! He'd never had a girl outside of Molly Spivak, Parksburg's Pubescent Pump, and the whore Coach Griffin had hired for the whole team last New Year's when they'd won the Interstate Football Championship. All he was certain of was that his prick throbbed in a need he had never before experienced, and Ann Trent was flitting around the room and smiling at him, her witch's costume twirling high to reveal her luscious, ivory thighs, while her mother displayed her enticing pussy to him shamelessly ... and Steve Trent went on talking.
"... So ... are you ready to become one of us, Greg? A staunch member of our liberation movement...?"
Christ! It was all utterly fantastic! His cock was leaping like a dolphin breaking water! He couldn't help but wonder if this man who represented his own industrial interest was aware of the bargain he was tossing at him? Damn, he'd give his potential fortune to get at Ann ... say nothing of her mother ... whose cunt-lips at that very moment were moist and quivering right before his eyes!
"Well?" Donnie put in. "Why don't you answer Dad?"
"What...? Yes ... yes, of course. Hell, yes, of course I will ... whatever you say, Mr. Tren ... Steve."
"Good boy, Greg!" Steve Trent placed a strong hand on the young man's muscular shoulder. "All right, everyone," he said, looking at each member of his family individually. "We have a proselyte ... and it's love-in time ... shall we...?"
They all leaped erect and began to shed their clothing. Greg watched, amazed. Elaine was stripped first, but only because she had gotten the jump. She had been wearing nothing beneath her costume. He gaped, his brain conjuring up scenes of himself fucking and sodomizing her, as he drank of the beauty that was her delectable, full, generous body ... then her smile, like a wide, flowering cunt, entrancing him.
His mind suddenly became a whirlpool of lust. He stared in wonder toward Ann ... his own delightful Ann ... who was as naked as the barest-assed infant he had ever seen, still twirling voluptuously before him. Shit, he was going to cum right in his pants! Her breathtaking young body was firmly curved with unbelievable full erect breasts like half-melons, and an enchanting rounded belly, with dimpled globes of buttocks that reminded him of bread dough. Her pubic hair was little more than the frothy down of a silky peach, her puffy mound with its tight pink slit jutting from between her lush white thighs whipping his breath away.
"Come on!" invited the father, kicking off his trousers and standing naked, his iron-hard cock the length and thickness of an anchor-shaft before him. "Let's praise the Prince!"
Greg could but stare, fascinated. But Steven Trent surprised him; he was muscular, more lean than he might have anticipated, not too hairy, while his prick continued to stick out like a flagpole on a courthouse. Then ... dear Christ! Then Ann came forth and grasped her father's cock in her small white hand! Greg gasped aloud, staring in profound awe. He watched her fingers taunt its tip absently, while she continued to smile toward him. As a matter of fact, they were all looking at him! He picked up his glass and drained the dregs ... wishing there was more ... anything ... feeling the wine rage with Asmodeus' fire inside his entrails ... and finally he, too, was naked!
The tight room air on his flesh taunted him like a swell of cold water. His stone-rigid prick was steaming and sweating ... almost glistening; his whole crotch area was perspiring profusely. He dazedly tossed his clothes over a chair. Elaine Trent moved toward him, smiling erotically, her eyes locked approvingly on his rod. He expected her to grasp it, but she didn't ... he was almost disappointed. Instead, she moved partially behind him, put her hand across his stomach, the other behind his back as if to bend him forward ... then, poked a long finger right up his asshole! He grunted aloud and she wormed it in to the first knuckle while he tried desperately to clutch his ass-cheeks together, but then, he became completely taken with the unexpected effect, and as she moved her finger around in his passage, he was aware of his lips parting ... and suddenly he sucked in the pointed nipple of her breast into his mouth.
"All right, everyone," Steven Trent interrupted, holding up his hands. "Before we get into it, let me clarify things a little more to our neophyte, eh? You see, Greg, even though we've yet to establish any set ritual to our little family 'times', we have learned that a bit of wild and exotic dancing help stimulate the genital regions ... especially the girls' Bartholin glands..."
Greg was listening, yet barely hearing. He was more concerned with the fact that Elaine Trent had taken her finger out of his rectum, to his disappointment, but then she gave his prick an affectionate stroke and smiled, as if to say the best was yet to come.
She then led them off, unexpectantly bouncing into a lewd and obscene little dance to the beat of the eerie music that weaved them about the room, with Donnie falling in behind her, then her husband, Ann, and he, himself, bringing up the tailend. Following Ann, he sensed his cock straining longingly to reach her rotating, provocative behind, his eyes feasting lustfully on the separate movement of each round, full buttock, her gently sloping shoulders, taut, cream-skinned back and hand-span waist enchanting him. Christ, he had to be dreaming! Yet, he could see the muscle in her thighs, long and slender, strong and inviting, and in his half-drugged mind he could feel them locked beautifully around his middle. His rigid lance of hot flesh rode up against his belly, damned near vertical in his salacity. He watched their movements of hips and buttocks, trying to mimic them, and felt his desire continuously mounting. His cock, with its foreskin ripped back, had begun to throb almost painfully in his need.
Suddenly, everyone began to break away and Ann was gone from in front of him, racing ahead of her father to bend over abruptly, spread her legs wide apart, and as Greg stared in shocked belief, saw her reach her hands behind her to pull apart her delightful ass-cheeks, displaying her delicious little pink anus that stretched open slightly, as if it might have been used accordingly before, straining just above the moist coral slit of her tight and lovely down-covered cuntlips. Her father waited until she was set, then moved in close behind her thrusting his hairy pelvis forward and clutching her hips to keep her from falling over as he nosed the thick, blood inflated knob of his blunt-headed, fiery-hued shaft right into the little puckered hole. Greg continued to gape in amazement and heard Ann grunt as he watched her father's massive cock meet with momentary resistance, then, slip obscenely right up into her lewdly stretched asshole.
Immediately, Steve began to ram wickedly into her, showing little, or no mercy, while Ann carried on a wanton, undulating, rhythmic motion with her gorgeous young buttocks that caused Greg's prick to jerk and leap in covetous desire. Then, Elaine swung toward him, dropped to her knees and took his cock between her pretty, lipstick rimmed lips, letting them slide smoothly along over its hot, pulsing head, her tongue racing and swirling wildly over it. Next, before he actually realized what was happening, the attractive woman drew him down to the floor, placed him on his back and swung around above him so that her entrancing, wide-spread crotch was but a scant inch from his face, her opened pink cunt-lips about to graze his mouth. God! He had never done anything like this in his life! He looked down through the erotic arch of her crotch and thighs to see her breasts quivering and swaying above his belly as her lips parted once more to encircle tightly the glans of his hard throbbing rod of flesh, until all of a sudden she sucked its whole length right up into the warm, moist cavern of her mouth and throat.
Christ almighty! He'd never been sucked before, let alone licked a pussy ... but he was godamned sure going to right soon! He clutched at the soft spheres of her full, round buttocks and drew her crotch down to him, wildly thrusting his tongue deep up into her vagina, causing a humming sound to vibrate his prick in her sucking mouth, while she screwed her cunt down onto his exploring, virgin-tongue. He felt his shaft being sucked rhythmically in and out of her ovaled mouth, his loins tensing and jerking as he realized that she was taking almost the full length of it into her throat. Its head throbbed and jerked with the nerve-tingling lick of her tongue on each outstroke, and he imagined the pink flesh of her lips being pulled out grotesquely, clinging to his thick cock as she sucked voraciously, her mind feverish with the salacious delight of the act. He felt her tits dance and away against his naked, tensed belly from the up and down motion of her pumping torso, while brief pictures of Ann's luscious young body flickered through his dazed mind, and he pretended that the cunt his tongue was slithering in and out of, and the small, elasticlike, viscous hole his mouth was glued to, belonged to her.
Shit, why didn't she come over to him? What were they doing? He paused to see, the sight an unexpected and overwhelmingly carnal one. Now, Steve Trent had his huge prick up Donnie's ass while Ann was on her knees beside her brother, jerking and stroking his cock with her slender, white hand!
At last, she saw Greg looking at her, smiled and bounced to her feet to dance over with delightfully quivering, erect breasts and drop down, joining him and her mother.
"Ohhh," she moaned, "isn't it wonderful, Greg darling?"
He could barely speak, but he made a guttural sound of agreement. Then, he reached out and cupped one full, resilient breast and she held his hand tightly to it with her own, as she stretched out and pressed against their soixante-neuf positioned bodies.
At that precise moment, Elaine Trent ceased her oral ministrations and quickly climbed off him.
"There you are, Darling," she said to her daughter. "He's beautiful. Try him."
"Oh, I want to. Thanks, Mommy," Ann replied, eagerly assuming a different position than her mother had chosen, while Greg watched Elaine cross the room and sit down between her son's legs to take his young cock into her mouth lovingly, while her husband continued to sodomize the willing boy with vicious thrusts of his long, thick cock.
Then, Greg heard Steve Trent let out a throaty gasp and realized he was about to cum as he plunged his shaft with flesh-shattering force up his son's rectum, and Donnie gave off his own squeal of delight while his strong young prick began to obviously spew its charge of sperm into his mother's madly sucking mouth.
As if it were all her cue, Ann leaped astride Greg, her eyes glazed, her lovely mouth hanging loosely open. She poised herself above his rigid penis and then, with a sharp lunge and a wild little banshee-like howl, plunged her loins down on him so that she rode right down his prick like a greased pole, enclosing it in the soft, moist channel of her tight, velvety cunt. She let out another little cry and began to dance and heave her hips about on his belly, screwing and squirming and gnashing her teeth.
He saw that she was endeavoring to smile at him through the aura of her ecstatic bliss, while simultaneously, she clutched her buttocks tight and drove her cunt down and up his thick, aching rod. He could feel the lubricating fluids from the walls of her clasping vagina soak his cock warmly as she swallowed every fraction of it with a muscular sucking action that was drawing at the very lining of his balls. Excitedly, he reached up and clutched at her hardened, pink-nippled breasts, the soft, vibrant flesh squeezing between his fingers lewdly, and she hammered her full, round white buttocks up and down, up and down, up and down furiously, her young cannibalistic cunt endeavoring to ingest him.
He gaped in lust-filled passion at his thrusting prick pushing and pulling at the pink, ragged lips of her golden hair-lined pussy between her straddling legs, the tiny coral flanges of its inner lips clasping hungrily around the glistening shaft as it disappeared deep into the lubricious tunnel.
She began to rise and fall more quickly, gasping and grunting, her head swaying from side to side, her long blonde hair flailing wildly. Her knees dug into him tighter and tighter, and he sensed that she was moving toward her climax. Every time she sank down on his loins now, she gave a little shudder, quivering her full breasts and the soft flesh of her belly.
"Oh ... oh ... Greg ... Greg! So beautiful ... so sweet! Yes ... yes! Fuck me good and hard! Oh yes, yes ... fuck me hard, Greg!" she choked down at him and he thought he might blow his mind at the mere sound of the vile, four-letter word tumbling from her beautiful pouting lips.
Oh shit, he thought, he was going to fuck her and suck her every day for the rest of his life! His prick was screaming for release! Now, her parents and brother were standing above them, watching! It just couldn't be happening! He was hallucinating...! He was on a trip! His balls were about to burst...!
He kept flexing his hips at the last moment with every descent she made, and it was knocking the breath right out of her. Her knees pressed tighter and tighter against his sides, shuffled, tightened, shuffled again. He, too, was on the brink. Her breath rose to a near scream, her head tensing back on her neck so that the veins and tendons stood out. Her body began to jerk, then seemed to move into a desperate convulsion, thrusting her rotund breasts forward in a magnificent projection as she suddenly spewed a flood of hot, scalding fluid from her vagina and a series of agonized "Oooohhhs" and "Aaaahhhs" from her beautiful mouth.
To Ann, the rigid prick driving up into her seemed immense, as if it would certainly crush some organ inside her, but she continued to ride up and down, feeling it huge and wonderful as the enchanting bliss of her moment rippled fulfillingly through her trembling body. Then, she felt it expand even more and he battered up into her passage with a fierce barrage of merciless thrusts; she felt his hands clasp her hips brutally, heard the breath spurt from between his clenched teeth, felt the convulsive heave as if he were about to throw her off him, and she forced her cunt down against his up-push ... then, felt the hot flood of thick white sperm gushing up inside her belly in a long series of spurts until he cried out ... and gradually calmed to lay quiet under her ... and she remained astride him, ever smiling.
He could hardly get his breath as he lay there. Good Christ, he was shaking like a leaf ... but his prick was still as hard as a rifle-barrel. He groaned aloud, then heard Ann's father say:
"You're quite a man, Greg ... quite a man. No question about it, you're going to be a welcomed addition to our little circle. But now, what say to a reviving spot of sherry, something to put the starch back into your loins, eh ... before we move into round two...?"
Greg Wilcox heard himself emit a barely audible little groan as he stared up into Ann's beautiful smiling face. Round two...? He whimpered to himself ... Good Christ...!
Chapter 10
Ann was thinking that if only Nadine were not unhappy, the evening could be such a pleasant one for her. She had so looked forward to this night of the Country Club Junior and its formal splendor. Her gown was beautiful, and had her parents never mentioned it, she was not unaware of the striking picture she made, especially with Greg Wilcox's handsome figure beside her. But poor Nadine; it hardly seemed proper that her best friend should be suffering grief and sorrow, while she was enjoying life's pleasures, and only because she had been fortunate enough to be born into the most wonderful family in the world.
Dear God, who could have murdered Cal Sheldon? And why? Why would anyone want to kill such a nice man? She couldn't help but wonder if that cocky Jamey Halo, the TV star, had anything to do with it; but of course, that hardly seemed possible with all of his money...
"Well, did you enjoy the dance, Ann? Greg said, interrupting her train of thoughts as he piloted the Porsche skillfully along the Lake Road.
"Oh yes, it was marvelous, Greg," Ann replied, looking up at the full, orange-disc moon. What a beautiful night it was ... if only Nadine were not so unhappy ... Maybe, if Nadine's mother would consider letting her come and spend a few days with her, Donnie and her parents ... it might give her a little uplift ... And it wasn't impossible that Mommy and Daddy might let her join in a little party ... certainly, Donnie wouldn't mind ... and it might be just what darling Nadine needed ... She was going to have a little talk with Daddy about that...
Greg ... where are you going?"
The handsome young man smiled over at her. "Thought we'd go down and park by the lake for a while. Mind?"
"Well ... no ... I suppose not," Ann responded hesitantly, not too certain that she liked the idea, but feeling somewhat obligated. "But I do have to be home by one ... and it's twelve-fifteen now."
Once more, he smiled at her, but this time, by the moonlight she detected a little licentious gleam in his eye, and she said: "On second thought, maybe we hadn't better. I think I want to go straight home, Greg Wilcox."
"Hey ... what's the matter?" he questioned, pulling slowly off the road to a halt and leaning over toward her, his hand coming to rest on her thigh outside her gown.
His little aggression surprised Ann, and quickly she grasped his hand, removing it. Anger flared inside her.
"Greg Wilcox! Have you forgotten that I slapped your face in the prop-room for doing something very similar to that?" she spat vehemently at him.
"Well ... Well, yes, but ... but I thought things were different between us now, Ann," he stammered, his face flushing in shocked surprise.
"Oh, is that so? And just what gave you that idea?" she snapped, shifting angrily in the seat. "Why ... why ... the Hallowe'en party at your house," he managed, gaping at her in confusion. "I mean ... well ... oh, for Christ's sake, Ann, that was no apple-dunking game you and I were playing..."
"Mister Wilcox! M-My God ... I can't believe it!" Ann exclaimed, staring at him in wide-eyed awe. "You were intending to take advantage of me down by the lake, weren't you? Well ... weren't you?"
"T-Take advantage of you...? What the hell!" Greg finally blurted, momentarily wondering if he were losing his wits entirely. "Look ... I mean ... well did we or didn't we do it that night at your house ... and didn't your mother get right down on me while your father was doing it to you right in ..."
"Greg! Stop it!" she half-screamed at him. "I won't listen to any more! Either you take me home this very minute, or I'll never speak to you again! Do you understand?"
He didn't understand, but he put the car in gear, swung about and headed back toward Parksburg. The ride was a short one and neither of them spoke the whole distance, not until he had pulled into her drive and looked over at her once more, completely bewildered.
Ann smiled softly. "I'm sorry, Greg. I didn't mean to be short with you. I-I guess I've been worrying too much over Nadine. Please ... please forgive me...?"
"F-Forgive you he repeated. "Yes, of course I forgive you, Ann ... but I just don't understand, is all ... I mean, after that party I thought ... well ... that you and I would be doing it ... like ... lots of times..."
"Poor Greg," Ann said with a little tolerant shake of her head, leaning toward him and placing her slender hand on his sleeve. "You really don't understand, do you? Don't you see, Darling ... that was different. Those beautiful things happen with the family ... when we have a love-in ... a time, as Donnie puts it. Daddy, Mother, all of us and sometimes a guest, like you were. Now, don't you see, for you and I to do that alone somewhere would make it all obscene?" God, Greg, we're not animals, you know; we have to be civil about these things."
His mouth had fallen open and he stared at the beautiful blonde girl beside him. "Y-Yes ... yes, of course," he managed, shaking his head lightly as if to clear it. "I-I didn't quite understand, I guess..."
"Sweet Greg," she said, smiling warmly, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before alighting from his auto.
He walked her up to the door and she let him kiss her lightly on the lips one last time.
"When ... when will I see you again?" he questioned.
"I'm not sure, Greg ... why don't you call me?" Ann said, opening the door and going inside to turn and face him. "I'm going to be spending some time with Nadine ... but you can give me a ring next week if you like."
"N-Next week?"
"Uhh huh, I think I'll be free then. Well," she said, smiling as she eased the door closed between them, "Good night and thank you for a lovely evening, Greg."
"G-Good night," she heard him say as she clicked the latch into place.
"Finally..." she whispered to herself, letting off a long sigh of relief. Sweet Lord, she hadn't realized what a bore he could really be. She guessed it would be better if she broke things off right now, before they became too serious. After all, she was only fifteen...
She kicked off her shoes and bent down, picking them up. Then, she looked around at the beautiful furnishings of their new home... She was such a lucky girl ... with so much to be thankful for ... A little smile crept over her lovely young face and she walked toward the stairway thinking to herself, I wonder who'll be waiting for me in my bed tonight...?
