Grace T. Wilkenson Jr., daughter of the well-known authoress and playwright, has created a work that is very much in the style of her mother's zestful novels. Continuing in the serious vein of family inter-relationships, young Miss Wilkenson takes us into the complex world of a charmingly precocious teen-ager, showing us how the young girl gradually gets everything she had always wanted, all personified in the affluent form of her own Uncle Jake.
This moving novel from an author not much older than her heroine is made all the more interesting because of the interaction between the well-thought-out characters, all of whom are forced to break from the constrictions of their tightly molded lives into a new and exciting, if dubious, future. It could be argued that anything might be better for Steve and Helen Gates than the stilted lives of "quiet desperation" they led prior to their daughter's liberation.
As for Uncle Jake himself, the reader cannot help but observe that in little Chrissy Gates, he has met his match. For all of Jake's cavalier treatment of women througout his life, the vulnerability he so carefully hid is almost immediately accessible to this 15-year-old girl. -
In a startling and unexpected ending, Miss Wilkenson sends Chrissy's parents out to begin a fresh new life, while Chrissy herself enthusiastically embraces the twilight world of debauchery. We are sure that you will share her mother's apprehensions for Chrissy, and yet Miss Wilkenson seems to be telling us that here is a young lady who is more fit for handling herself in the world than her parents ... a phenomenon of which we are seeing more and more recently.
Our thanks to this new authoress for her telling revelations of a modern teen-ager's struggles to insert herself into the world of her elders.
The Publishers
Chapter 1
"I'll bet Jake's got some broad waiting for him!" Steve couldn't help voicing his resentment as his brother walked down the front steps and toward his waiting Firebird. But when the slightly older man turned and flashed his charming smile back at the three of diem standing in the doorway, Steve smiled back and waved cheerfully.
His wife looked at him in surprise. "Really, Steve. Of all the things to say!"
Her blue eyes stared angrily into his, and Steve knew that she meant he shouldn't say such things in front of their daughter, Christine. But Christine appeared not to have heard as she waved enthusiastically to her departing uncle. Steve looked at her disapprovingly, in much the same way his wife had just looked at him. He didn't like that short skirt his young daughter was wearing, nor did he like the snug tightness of her form-fitting pullover. As she waved, he could see the exact outline of her breasts, and he felt a disturbing sensation at the thought that if he could see the soft new protrusions of young feminine flesh, certainly any other man who wasn't totally blind could, too!
"Wow! That's some super car!" Christine said as they closed the door to their small ranch style house. "I can't wait to ride in it," she added to no one in particular, for she was already leaving them, walking or rather swaying swiftly away from her mother and father, teetering on her thick high heels and making a clattering racket on the wood floor of the hall with her enormous platform soles. Steve stared at the sight of his daughter's strangely clad body as the young fifteen-year-old headed toward her own room. Apart from the outlandishly strapped, pink-colored shoes she was wearing, her slender legs were clad in sheer tights of a violet shade. They disappeared up toward her already-shapely thighs, until a miniscule plaid pleated skirt covered the jiggling mounds of her two softly molded buttocks. The girl's long blonde hair swung provocatively to and fro as Christine tossed her head after the manner of the star of a movie she had once seen. Steve blushed, remembering that only the night before, while he and Helen were watching television in the living room, his fifteen-year-old daughter had sat down across from him with her legs spread, revealing to him the unforgettable sight of her nakedly hair-lined pussy beneath her short skirt. He had jumped up and hurriedly left the room, and had not returned- until after Christine had gone up to bed.
Now, he turned his eyes away, and looking down at the scatter rug in the vestibule he said to Helen, "Can't you do something about the way that girl dresses?"
Helen headed toward the living room, and they both heard Christine's door slamming shut. They had asked her time and time again not to slam it, but as with most things recently, she continued to do as she pleased. Helen went over to the TV and turned it on. She decided that she would not answer Steve's question about Christine. They had had the same discussion over and over again, and Helen was tired of explaining to him that there was nothing she could do about the clothes that their daughter chose, especially since every other young girl her age in the country seemed to be dressed in exactly the same manner, if not more bizarrely.
"I thought skirts were getting longer, for Christ's sake!" Steve muttered as he sat down in his usual chair, feeling suddenly tired. They had had a lot of drinks before dinner, and then the wine during the meal and a drink "for the road" afterward, and he was feeling it. It was supposed to have been a celebration of his older brother's arrival in San Francisco. Jake had moved. from the East, having landed the job of manager of the local branch of the "Groovers", a successful nation-wide key club unabashedly styled after the Playboy Clubs with some minor differences. But Steve felt far from elated by his brother's presence in San Francisco; in fact, he felt an inexplicable depression.
He was aware of Helen moving about, clearing the dessert dishes and coffee cups from the table which was really in the same room as the living room, but off in a corner so that it seemed as though they had a special dining area. It was late and the 11:00 p.m. news was on, but Steve wasn't paying much attention. Without consciously realizing it he was waiting for the Johnny Carson show to come on. After that was over, sometimes before it was over, he would go to bed. The next day was a work day, and he'd be out pushing Silverstreak Brassieres and Hold-Me-In Girdles to the women's stores in his territory in Berkeley.
It wasn't much of a job, but it was a living, and Steve knew that eventually, maybe next year, he would be able to move up to some desk job in the company. District Manager, maybe, making life tough on the other salesmen, checking quotas and pushing a pencil. Some days it all seemed okay, and others it didn't. This was one of those when it didn't. Steve let his fingers run through his sandy-colored hair, and bent over to ease off his shoes. His feet were always bothering him, and his slippers were kept beneath his chair for this moment.
He sat up again, and felt another wave of fatigue sweep over him.
"Christ!" he said, suddenly angry. "I'm only 35 and Jake is damned near 40, and I'm the old man, not him!"
It was true that Jake gave every appearance of being in his early thirties, and his manner was often even younger. It was that same old thing that had always been between the two brothers, Steve thought bitterly. Jake had always had it better, ever since they were kids growing up in Youngstown, Ohio. As grown men, the rivalry was less noticeable because Jake lived in New York, while Steve and his family had lived first in Philadelphia and then moved west to California.
Now, Jake was back to haunt him ... right in the same town. He had thought all the bitterness he felt would be over, but he felt it now even more strongly than before. It was only on his part, he knew, although somehow he always suspected that Jake enjoyed lording it over him, impressing him with his glamour jobs and his women.
"Are you just going to sit there?" Helen's voice came from the kitchen.
"What do you mean?" he answered edgily. "What do you want me to do, stand on my head?"
"I thought we were going to go to that late movie, like you said." She was standing in the kitchen doorway now, looking at him with that certain look on her face.
He looked and thought about the girl that his brother was meeting, what she would probably look like, the things she would do in bed. Jake was probably humping her right at this moment. She would be a hot little blonde with a hungry pussy that couldn't get enough. Just like Helen had been when he first met her. Still, he couldn't complain about the way Helen looked now. She was really more beautiful than ever, softer at 34 than she had been at 18. But sixteen years of marriage had made Helen his wife, and not that hot little number that his older brother Jake was probably screwing silly right now!
"Plenty of movies on TV," he answered sourly, glancing away from her toward the wide color screen.
Helen smoothed her blonde hair back from her face. She had taken off her apron after putting the dishes in the machine, and the pretty dress she had chosen to wear for dinner was once more visible.
She felt good in it. It was her favorite shade of blue, a powdery color that matched her eyes, and its soft jersey material clung sensuously to her body, making her conscious of herself every time she moved. She had only worn it once before, to a wedding of a friend's daughter, and her husband Steve had not seen her in it then. Tonight, she wanted him to make some comment about it, but he didn't seem to notice. She wanted to go out and be seen in it, even if it only meant going to the movies.
"You did say earlier that we would go!" she said icily. She continued standing there even though lie was no longer looking toward her. He was in one of his moods, she could tell, and she knew that they wouldn't be going out that night, that the blue dress would have to wait for another occasion.
Without waiting any longer to see if he would answer her, she went back into the kitchen. Another drink would help make the dull evening less so. She tried to figure out why she had felt so let down after her husband's brother had left. The dinner had been wonderful ... it had really been fun having him over. She had only met Jake once before years ago, and then briefly, and she'd been surprised at just how pleasant and witty he was. Both she and Christine had been roaring with laughter during the whole dinner, and Helen smiled now to herself as she placed her gin and tonic to her lips, thinking of the nice compliment her husband's brother had paid her on her dress.
"Like a nice pool of clear water," he'd said. "Makes a fellow want to jump in!"
There was a mirror behind the cabinet door in the kitchen and Helen opened the door and looked at herself, still sipping from her glass.
She was pleased by her image, and formed her full pink lips the way she thought she smiled. She tried to imagine another person looking at her, seeing her full, well-shaped breasts, high and proud, accented by the soft folds of the dress. Her slender waist and gently curving hips were just right, it seemed to her. She might be past thirty, but men still turned to whistle at her on the streets, and people took her fifteen-year-old daughter for her younger sister.
She drank some more of her gin and tonic and felt the crisp taste of it on her tongue. Only that morning, she had been worrying about a couple of gray hairs, and thinking what it would be like to be a grandmother within a few years. After all, Christine was already acting like a grown woman, whereas a few months ago she was still their little girl.
While Jake was there for dinner, though, there'd been a lively sparkle in the air that had made those dreary thoughts fade away, and even Steve had seemed happier and more relaxed. But unfortunately, Jake had taken his good humor with him when he left.
It seemed as though there was a dark cloud hanging over the living room, and resentfully Helen thought of her husband sitting there the way he usually did night after night, watching TV until it was time to go to bed.
"This is no kind of life!" she said softly to herself, starting to prepare another drink. "Just a housewife ... " On the quiz programs women still answered that way when asked what their profession was. Was she then "just a housewife" like the rest of them? As a girl and as a younger woman, she had always wanted more than that for herself, and yet that was somehow what she was stuck with.
A daughter who had become a strange woman living in the house, a husband who had become a strange man. "But I'm real!" she whispered to herself. "I'm a real person!"
She set the refilled glass upon the kitchen counter and let her hands roam up to her breasts, cupping them in the palm of each hand and feeling their soft weight.
God, how she wanted to be touched ... touched in a certain way!
She wanted a lover's hands, a lover's interest and curiosity touching her ... the way it had been once with Steve. True, they had married young ... too young, perhaps, but then Christine had already been on the way, and they were in love and it seemed the only thing to do. Even so, the excitement between them had not dwindled for a long while ... and sometimes Helen still felt a rekindling of the old desire between her and Steve. But the sometimes were too few and far between. She could not count on that incredible fulfillment with him anymore. Their lovemaking was most often predictable and matter-of-fact.
Helen's fingers gently plied the full smoothness of her breasts. Even through the material of her dress, she could feel her nipples growing harder and harder. Little thrills of desire were coursing down to her belly, and below to the damp triangle of her hidden pussy. She shifted her legs a bit, letting her thighs rub together. It had been over a week since that last disappointing session with Steve, and Helen felt a hope rising within her that tonight she might be able to arouse her husband sufficiently to recreate a little of the old feeling they'd once had for each other.
Steve, she thought as she brushed her fingers more and more hurriedly across her pebble-hard nipples. But she had a hard time imagining Steve's fingers doing such exciting things to her breasts. He hardly ever bothered to touch them. Steve! she thought again, and this time it worked. It was the old Steve again, her young husband, insisting that they not even bother to go to bed, that they make love right there wherever they happened to be. Making her spread her legs wider, making her feel how hard his fully aroused cock was, making her tell him how it felt inside her clasping, willingly open cunt!
Her pretty, classically formed features grew troubled as Helen drifted farther into her fantasy. In a few moments, she knew she would have gathered up the courage to approach her husband ... to compete with the Johnny Carson show and to feverishly hope that she would not be rejected. She knew that if she did not do it just right, there was a chance he would claim to be too tired.
She took the last sip of her drink, and feeling bolstered, turned toward the living room. There was a funny trembling in the pit of her belly, a nervousness that combined with her desire made her feel more and more excited. She felt breathless as she moved toward her husband, and the gin and tonic made her light-headed and almost giddy. She felt taller than she really was and slightly self-conscious, as though the strong emotions she was feeling were being projected before her into the living room.
Suddenly Steve burst out laughing, and Helen stopped for a second, taken aback. The television audience laughed, and Helen could see that the Tonight Show was in full swing. Moving swiftly now before she lost confidence, she approached her husband's easy chair and sat upon the edge, leaning over and placing her parted lips against his.
Her blonde hair swung forward, coming loose from the barrette that kept it pinned back, and she could feel Steve's surprise as her tongue darted wetly between his lips, mingling with his tongue and creating a moistness in both their mouths.
Steve felt the strong current of electricity racing from his wife's body to his. Her desire filled him, creating a raging need inside him, rousing his dormant penis and setting it to a jerking hardness between his parted legs. He sat, pressed backward by her hungrily searching mouth, a willing tool for her ardent need.
It was as though she wasn't his wife at all ... wasn't that same Helen who had slept beside him all these years and born his cold feet upon her warm ones at night. She was a mysterious woman that he didn't really know at all, one who could whimsically float in from the kitchen and catch him off guard like this. She was more kin to the gorgeous creature that he knew his brother would have waiting for him in his bachelor apartment. His tingling cock grew harder still, and with each passing second he felt more and more willing to enter into the game that his blonde wife was playing with him. This was so unusual, so unlike her. It had been ages since she had done anything like this!
She really wants it bad, he thought, and I'm really in the mood to give it to her! He could smell her perfume enveloping him as he put his arms around her. His fingers began to search out the zipper of her dress. He wanted to feel the nakedness of her breasts in his hands. She was perched so precariously on the edge of the big chair that several times she almost slipped onto his lap. Finally he let her do so, feeling her soft buttocks hot upon his legs. He bent forward now, leaning over her trembling form. Having gotten the back zipper open, his hands moved around toward the voluptuous shapes of her breasts, slipping hurriedly in between the fabric of her brassiere, fumbling against the pulsing flesh that awaited his fingers.
"Oh!" Helen's legs kicked up in the air as they hung over the other side of the chair, and her skirt slid up around her upper thighs. The long length of her beige stockings was visible, and the white lace garter belt that kept them up. a tiny area of the white of her nylon panties showed too, and around the edge of the tight elastic legband a wisp of golden hair.
"Don't act so surprised! You need fucking bad, don't you?" Steve spoke into her mouth, pushing his lips hard against hers, bruising them while he simultaneously pinched and rolled the rubbery thickness of her nipples, alternating from left to right, between his strong fingers.
"Oh ... oooooh!" Helen wanted to say, "Oh yes ... oh God, yes!" But all she could do was moan. It was like magic. Everything she had wanted was happening, and she was too happy to even think. She let herself go, drifting into the rising tension of the moment. He was strong and brutal with her, handling her almost as though he wanted to hurt her, and she realized she didn't care what he did ... even if he did hurt her, it would be wonderful - anything so long as he did not ignore her!
She could feel his hand drop to her upper thigh now, and a spreading moisture seeping against the fabric of her panties as she realized what he was going to do. Her thighs were slightly parted, and imperceptibly she parted them more. His hand began to rise higher and higher, and she trembled in his arms, her lips clinging to his, extracting all the saliva from his tongue, then replacing it with her own.
"Oh honey ... oh honey ... " she moaned. There was only one important place now in the world, and that was in between the creamy whiteness of her shivering thighs. Her husband was going to touch that place at any moment!
Steve's middle finger slid thickly beneath the elastic legband of her panties, and Helen held her breath. And then she could feel it touching the naked split between the hair-trimmed lips of her pulsing cunt. She could feel first his nail tease softly against the sensitive tissues, and then the firm probing of his finger.
"Oooooaaa!" the excited blonde wife moaned, squirming ecstatically and wriggling downward toward the lewdly invading finger. "Steve ... oh, honey ... !"
"Yeah ... yeah ... tell me how it feels ... does it feel good like that ... how does it feel in your little pussy?"
Steve panted into her ear, his finger beginning a slow friction against the soft wetness of her inner cunt. Sliding over the unbearably excited pinpoint of her clitoris, moving down and then up again, sliding back and forth and twirling slowly from side to side within the narrow area. His entire hand fit obscenely up within the material of her panties, bulging them out as his finger moved persistently among the softly quivering folds of Helen's blonde pussy.
At that moment, their daughter Christine was moving nonchalantly down the hall, heading for the kitchen to get an extra piece of pie before going to sleep. She had been watching her own television set in her room, but had found the old movie with Bob Hope and Bing Crosby beyond belief. She had been in the grips of a disturbing excitement anyway, ever since dinner with Uncle Jake. She thought he was the first exciting man she had ever met ... the first real person over thirty that she had ever encountered.
And the fact that he had treated her like a real person too, instead of like some dim-witted teenager, had really impressed her. He'd called her a beautiful young woman, and once when she found herself alone with him briefly he had chucked her under the chin and had told her, "If I weren't your uncle, young lady, I'd be mooning around begging for a kiss!"
It had all been in fun, but Christine knew that her uncle had meant it. She could see herself beautiful in his eyes, and not the child that her mother and father insisted that she still was.
She knew from the boys at' school that she was good looking, but she felt that even the best of them, her steady boyfriend Art, was still a boy. She longed for a man, for the sophisticated life of college ... but she still had two years before she would graduate. She felt smothered by the existence she led at school and at home: boring parties where she was the prettiest girl; dancing at the three discotheques her friends frequented; Art's predictable shaky fingers playing with her breasts on the way home in his old car, while he drove with one hand. She had decided to let him do this one night several weeks before, because it felt so good to her that she saw no real reason to stop him.
It was even funny to her to see how worked up he got about it, his face all red and everything. And she had thought he was going to have a heart attack at the drive-in movie the weekend before, when his fingers had crept ever so slowly up beneath her skirt. She had grown tired waiting for him to reach the hidden pearl between her legs and had finally and suddenly slipped down on the seat so that his finger came into sudden and startling contact with her panty-less pussy.
She had deliberately left them off hoping that he would work up the courage to touch her there, but the results, though mildly stimulating, were disappointing to her. She wanted someone who knew what he was doing!
"Aaaaaaah! Ali - ah - ah!" The voice startled Christine from her revery.
"Can you cum like that, baby? Come on ... cum... cum right on my knees!"
Steve could feel his wife's long, stocking-clad legs alternately tensing and relaxing, her thighs trembling against his arm, as his fingers slid together, two of them now, rising up into the tightly clasping orifice of her moisture-flooded vagina. The soft, feminine odor of her aroused him even further as he let his fingers jiggle high up, pushing steadily against the tender pink folds of flesh that lay within her narrow channel.
She lay on his lap, her legs upward over the arm of the living room chair, her eyes slightly closed as the ecstasy she sought grew nearer and nearer. The steadily thrusting fingers were merciless, her softly trembling cunt wanted them, clung to them, her mouth grew slack and received drops of sweat from Steve's forehead. He was looking at her face now, his blood-swollen cock aching to enter her there where his fingers touched.
"MOTHER! DAD!" Christine stopped at the entrance to the living room. She had not meant to cry out, but the sounds had come before she could stop them. At first there was no reaction from the preoccupied couple, and Christine could see that her mother and father were almost one person, joined together by her father's hand thrusting up between her mother's widespread and trembling thighs.
Then, with a delayed reaction as though they had just heard her, they both jumped and turned toward her. Hastily Helen stood up and let her dress fall down, 'smoothing it nervously and stammering, while Steve hid his wet fingers that were seeped in his wife's intimate juices.
"Christine! Don't you ever come creeping up on people like that!" Helen spoke angrily, her voice breaking with emotion. She was alarmed at how she hated her own daughter at that moment.
Steve was speechless. He did not know what to say. He watched powerless as his pretty sixteen-year-old daughter, now clothed in a flowing translucent robe that showed her small lithe figure in the dim lamplight, turned with tears brimming in her eyes and fled from the room.
"I wasn't creeping!" she yelled back. "I was just going to the kitchen in my own house! How was I to know you two would be fooling around in here! It's... it's ... INDECENT!"
As the resounding echo of Christine's door slamming shut met their ears, Helen burst into tears, covering her face with her hands. Steve stood and put his arm around her.
"Come on ... " he said, leading her out of the room. "Let's go to bed!"
"It's awful ... " Helen sobbed. "I don't know what we're going to do with that girl!" She was sure that Christine had deliberately sneaked up on them to embarrass her parents.
"Oh, forget it ... she didn't see much anyway" Steve bit down on his lower lip nervously as he opened the door to the bedroom he shared with his wife. He was thinking that his daughter might not have seen much, but that it was perfectly clear to her just what he and Helen had been doing. He glanced at Christine's bedroom door, directly down the hall from theirs, and then, feeling his hardened penis still throbbing lustfully, he pushed his sobbing wife forward into their dark bedroom.
In her own room Christine let her copious tears expand into the moistening pillowcase. Her tangled blonde hair expanded out over her shoulders and her entire young body shook with frustrated anger.
How dare they? she thought. How dare they do such things and then blame me for seeing it!
She had never really thought about it, but now she was forced into the recognition of her parents as lovers ... they were just a man and a woman who still did it to each other! It seemed horribly unfair, and the more Christine thought about it, the more enraged she became. Why, they were probably in their bedroom right now, screwing! Whereas she, the perpetual virgin, was supposed to be pure and untouched and not even interested in such things!
She sat up on the bed suddenly, her tears drying on her cheeks. Her eyes narrowed as she remembered the last little "talk" she'd had with her mother about sex. All that stuff about waiting until she was married, and how beautiful it would be then with the one man she loved.
"CRAP!" she declared, staring around her room. It was still a little girl's room, filled with stuffed animals and a few big dolls she had not wanted to put away with the others. The only testimony to its occupancy by a budding teen-ager of fifteen was the ample supply of beauty creams and make-ups that filled the frilly dressing table.
It might be years before I'm married, she thought bitterly, and meanwhile she's getting Daddy to feel her up all the time!
Her young breasts trembled as she shivered with rage. Her filmy robe, bought just recently with her allowance money, had come undone at the top, and the cream-white nakedness of her young body beneath was revealed in the mirror of her dresser across the room.
Looking at her reflection, she could see that she was growing prettier by the day. Resentfully, she thought what a waste it all was. At the rate her boy friend Art was going, she would indeed remain a virgin for years to come! She knew that there were several girls at school who had already known the delights that still remained a mystery to her. Abby Silverman had stayed over with her recently, and had spent almost all night telling her what it was like. Christine had lied and told her she had already done it too, but the lie had only made her more desperate to have first hand knowledge!
She removed her robe and examined herself one more time. Most of her time spent in her room was devoted to the minute inspection of her young body's progress toward womanhood. Her breasts had grown larger in the last few months, suddenly, and only after a year of suspense during which she had been sure that the blossoming protrusions would remain so tiny they could hardly be seen. Now, however, they were just fine, big enough to fill a B cup, with small rosy nipples that sent tingles throughout her developing body whenever she pinched them a certain way.
She pinched them now, thinking of Art, and thinking of her mother and father in the room next to hers. Putting her ear to the wall, she listened carefully and finally thought she could hear the creaking of their bed. Her heart was beating wildly, and she seemed to feel her blood racing through her veins. She quivered as a dull sensation of desire filled her belly. It was a desire all the more acute because it had never really been fulfilled, and almost absentmindedly her small hand slipped down between the parted folds of her gown. She let her fingers trace an invisible line up against the paleness of her white thighs, moving upward until she reached the uppermost portion where small tendrils of pubescent blonde hair drifted beyond the limits of her virginal pussy. Her hair-covered pussy pulsed slowly with a rising moistness, her face glistening with the natural oils of youth as she listened to the increasing pace of the creaking springs.
Christine tried to imagine her mother and father in the act of love-making. What would they look like? Would Daddy's thing be big and hard the way Abby had said they got before they stuck it in you? When her boyfriend Art danced close to her she could feel him rock-hard against her belly, and sometimes it would twitch against her and make her feel like she was melting inside. But she had never seen a boy's thing, not since she was little anyway and she and the neighborhood kids would play doctor every chance they got.
She had seen her mother's face out there in the living room, while Daddy's hand rummaged up between her legs. Her face had been a mask of desire, so intense that Christine was sure she was experiencing something stronger than she had ever felt with Art.
The young teenager caught her breath as her lacquer-covered middle finger reached the thin cleft of her blonde pussy. The hair there had grown more silken and more luxurious recently, and she parted the curling strands and gradually slipped up into the folds of softly hidden flesh. Already experienced, her finger searched for the protruding tip of her clitoris. With a sigh, she separated her kneeling legs on the bed and felt a sharp thrill rush up and down her spine as the tender wet surface was exposed to her self-manipulation.
She lay back on the bed, her head filled with imaginary images. It seemed that everyone around her lived in a world of sensuality from which she was being systematically excluded. Her father's words about Uncle Jake "going to meet some broad" returned to her, and she thought that Uncle Jake was probably a magnificent lover. And her father, what of him? He certainly seemed to be able to entrance her mother, that was for sure! Warm feelings rose from Christine's tiny pink and coral pussy up across her trim little belly, where they lingered before rising higher still to reach the taut swellings of her young breasts. She began a steady back and forth motion with her finger, feeling the satiny tissues of her virgin pussy slipping easily beneath her touch.
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"Ooooooohhh!" Helen moaned, feeling her husband's hot naked body pressing heavily down on hers now, while the tautly-stretched moons of her white buttocks split wide, her long legs dangling in mid-air as her cuntal muscles began to vibrate with urgency and then to contract wildly.
She was teetering on the brink. Almost there ...
OH GOD! she thought, IF I CAN JUST MAKE IT - IF I CAN JUST ... But an image intruded her daughter's fresh young features, taunting her, accusing her, with that certain expression that always made her want to smack her hard.
"OOOOH!" she cried as Steve's hard driving cock sped ever upward into her straining wet pussy, pushing back the trembling folds of her vaginal walls, massaging them internally with each withdrawal.. He brought his rock-hard shaft all the way out of her, leaving just the tip of it within the elastic entrance of her nakedly quivering pussy and then with all his might he rammed back into her streaming passage, his naked loins grinding harshly against hers.
"AAAaaaaaah!" she screamed, bucking up against his savage thrust. But she had lost precious ground. She would have to hurry to catch up. The orgasm lurked around the corner again, waiting to be captured, and perhaps this time she would make it.
Above her, Steve crooned with delight, sensing that his excited wife was nearing her orgasm. Gasping for breath, he thrust his throbbing hardness deep into the soft confines of her willingly widespread cunt, his dangling testicles aching painfully as they slapped lewdly up against the fully presented area of her gyrating buttocks. He began to grunt steady words of encouragement to her, knowing that he was going to cum any instant.
For the moment, he was equal to his brother, as lucky a man as any, and his surging penis was filled with a hundred hot sparks as he felt the total exhilaration that came from dominating the submissively groaning woman beneath him.
He could make any woman feel this way, he felt for certain, not just his wife. He could make any woman grovel and spread her legs for his hard pounding cock!
In a sense all women were his at this moment, and his sperm begged for release into the streaming hot pit of Helen's womb. Every sinew of his body was taut as he felt it happening. He could not hold it another second. His sperm felt wrenched from his tingling balls as a violent jolt of pleasure pierced through him, knife-like in its intensity. He could feel Helen's raging hot vaginal walls clingling desperately to his spewing cock as she raked his back with both hands and heels, doing an odd jiggling upward movement against the forward motion of his loins. The pistoning length of his spending penis began to pump wave after wave of white semen high up against the tip of her womb, filling the narrow chasm with pools of steaming liquid.
"OOOhhhhHHHHH YEAAAAAAHHHH!" he groaned out as his head snapped back and his teeth bared in a wild grin of satisfaction. All his pains were eased by the life-giving orgasm that whipped through his body, electrifying him and charging him with new power. He was healed, once a blessed and perfect being, if for but that moment.
"AAAAAAAAAAG! Give it to me ... GIVE ME YOUR CUM!" he cried, and beneath him Helen moaned pitifully, her legs and thighs quivering as the teasing orgasm within her receded rapidly from her straining loins.
"OH!" she cried, her eyes closed as she felt the wetness of Steve's sperm inside the heated walls of her still unsatisfied cunt. The softening circumference of her husband's penis within her tightly contracting pussy told her that it was too late. She thought of Christine's snide little face and once more felt the embarrassment of having been caught like that in the living room by her own daughter during the precious moment of intimacy with her husband. If it had not been for that, it would have all been perfect. She could not blame Steve certainly, for he had been magnificent. Helen had not been able to lose herself in the moment. She had wanted nothing more than to give herself up to her husband's strong arms, to his hard, churning cock ... and now he was silent and spent, weighing heavily upon her, his driving cock, so hard a moment before, now soft and limp inside her.
She wanted to rouse him again, but she knew that he was already asleep.
"Damn!" she whispered into his unhearing ear.
* * *
On her bed, oblivious to anything but the rising sensations within her tense young body, Christine felt like screaming ... but all that came out was a low-toned hum from between her tightly clenched teeth. Her fingers flew methodically now from her tiny jumping clitoris to the entrance of her virgin passage, stopping there to form a neat circle at the hair-trimmed opening where it was most sensitive, and then returning among the moistened folds to frictionize the entire area of her desire-filled young cunt. It was good! God, it was good! But she felt sure that what her mother and father were feeling was ever better and what tier Uncle Jake felt with his girl friends was certainly much more incredible!
"NNNNNNGHHHHHH!" Christine arched herself upward, lifting her softly trembling buttocks momentarily off the bed, and then she fell back on the mattress, her naked legs stretching out, her robe crumpled and moist beneath her. The soft plush animals appeared to be watching the lewd private scene with the utmost interest as Christine's young fifteen-year-old body gleamed in the soft lamp light. The mounting climax took hold of her and she began to thrash about on the bed, pulling her slender legs upward to give herself better access to her hungrily clenching young cunt.
Rushing sparkles of delight seeped from her tormented hair-lined pussy and then throbbed wildly throughout every pore of her being. She felt herself shattering as though she had been tossed from a high building, expanding and then flying out into a million tiny glittering pieces.
"E E E E E e e e e e e e e n n m m MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" Christine's legs quivered in mid-air for several seconds.
"Oh, I NEED IT!" she cried. "I WANT IT!"
The young fifteen-year-old virgin wiggled this way and that upon the bed, moving up and down and from side to side, milking her own climaxing pussy for every tiny drop of sensation. Her mouth bit down hard on her tongue but it didn't hurt. Her young breasts bounced upon her heaving chest as she tried to pretend that the pleasure she was experiencing was not caused by her own hands, but rather by those of some exciting imaginary lover who could transform her into this magically aroused woman.
She had entered another world in which her ripe young body was bursting into perpetual springtime. Nebulous rainbow clouds filled her confused and whirling head, and she gurgled as the licentious sensations mounted. She vowed that nothing else would matter for her until she had known the total delights that her body could bring her. That little blonde pussy between her legs would give her more pleasure still, even more than this, and she could hardly wait until it was contracting hotly around a naked cock, quivering wildly as it received the full attentions of some expert lover!
I can't live without it! she thought wildly as her drenched fingers continued their plunder of the softness of her moistly tingling pussy lips. I just can't!
Chapter 2
"That's it, Christine!" Helen's voice rose an octave. "I don't want to hear another word! Last night you came home at 12:30 and we had specifically asked you to be home by midnight!"
The cords on her neck stood out tensely as Christine stood twisting her fingers, staring down at the bedroom rug while her mother continued to yell at her.
"Now, tonight you'll just stay home and do some homework!"
"But the party, Mom! I was invited ages ago ... I can't not go!" She looked up, pleading one more time with her mother.
Last night she had stroked her boyfriend Art's naked cock, moved her fingers up and down on it, while his own fingers moved slowly and purposefully between her willingly parted thighs. The drive-in had lasted longer than they'd thought - they were supposed to be at a movie in town anyway. It had taken twenty minutes to get back home, and by that time Christine had gone over the curfew that her parents had set for her.
She could still remember how hard and hot and smooth the young boy's throbbing penis had felt in her palm, and how Art's breathing had become labored and harsh as she fingered it. He had told her how much he loved her and then made her stop, just when she was sure that something was going to happen. Tonight at the party she was hoping to carry her explorations further. But there was no arguing with her mother when she had made up her mind.
"I don't care!" Helen was saying. "You go to too many parties anyway. What am I supposed to think you're doing when you're out so late?"
Christine felt suddenly rebellious. It had been several days since Uncle Jake's visit and her discovery of her parent's intimacy in the living room. But Christine had not forgotten. If anything, it was even more vivid in her mind.
She looked steadily at her mother. They were in Helen's bedroom, and the older woman was getting ready to go out.
"What's the matter?" she asked slyly. "Afraid I'm doing the same thing you and Daddy were doing in the living room?"
Helen rose, her face reddening, the brush she had been using on her long blonde hair suspended in her hand. She raised it, and Christine turned and fled, reaching the door just in time, for she heard the instrument thudding against it as she closed it hurriedly behind her and ran toward her room.
Helen stood trembling, staring at the door and the mark the brush had made on the paint. Shakily, she sat down at her dressing table again.
She did not see how she was ever going to have any decent relationship with her daughter again. It was like a nightmare just living in the same house with her. They argued about everything; it didn't seem to matter what the topic was. And now this ... this was the worst.
The brother-in-law, Jake, had invited them to his club that night and she and Steve were due to leave in about half an hour. The last thing Helen felt like doing now was going out. All she felt was a sick feeling in her stomach at the thought of what her own daughter had just said to her. She thought she had done everything possible to make things good between them, but nothing had worked. Christine was completely unmanageable. Heaven knew what she was doing with that dreadful boyfriend of hers!
Helen went to the closet. Steve had gone out to buy some cigarettes and when he returned they would leave for the Groovers' Club. Helen took the blue dress from the closet and looked at it for a moment. Nothing particularly good had ever happened to her when she was wearing it. Superstitiously she chose her old black dress. It still looked good, and it showed off her breasts to advantage. She would have to ask Steve to talk to their daughter again. Christine seemed to want to do everything that her mother told her not to do, and Helen was worried that she would carry it too far.
She had read of some mothers who gave their teenaged daughters birth control pills, but she could not bring herself to do such a thing. The girl was only fifteen, after all. It seemed that that would be an encouragement for her more than anything else. But what if she became pregnant?
Suddenly, the lewd image of her beautiful young daughter gyrating nakedly beneath some unknown boy while he spread his legs and penetrated her young golden-haired cunt, appeared before her eyes, and once more Helen felt sick.
The door opened and Steve entered carrying two cartons of menthol cigarettes under his arm.
"What's the matter with you ... I thought you'd be pretty happy to be going out?" he asked.
He went toward his wife and began to zip up the back of her dress.
"Oh, Steve ... you've got to talk to Christine. I told her she had to stay in tonight and she's in a state. You know we both agreed we had to use some kind of punishment. She didn't get in until 12:30 last night. I don't know what to do anymore!"
"Okay, I'll talk to her. You finish getting ready."
Steve was feeling pretty good about going out to the Groovers' Club. He'd read a lot about them, and it was especially interesting because it wasn't going to cost him a cent. His older brother Jake was the manager and had invited them as his guests. If they wanted, they could go frequently, Steve thought, without having to put out a fortune the way everyone else did.
Steve walked down the hall toward his daughter's room, thinking of the beautiful young girls who worked at the Club ... some of them were topless, he knew, and he hoped that Helen wouldn't go into one of her moods when she saw them.
Preoccupied with thoughts of the evening ahead of them, he knocked lightly at his daughter's door. What she needed was a little soothing, he figured, and that evening he was feeling lenient toward his rebellious child.
"WHO is it?" Christine shouted angrily.
"It's me, baby ... it's Daddy. Can I come in a minute?"
"Sure ... "
Steve entered and was taken aback for a moment when he saw Christine standing in the middle of the room, clad only in her brassiere and panties, gazing into the mirror.
To his utter surprise, he felt his dormant penis rise precipitously, reaching a half-full and uncomfortable hardness. He stared at the enticing sight of his daughter, his mind jolted. back to the day so many years ago when he and Helen had gone to the beach ... accidentally he had seen her changing into her bathing suit behind a dune. The sight of her luscious naked body had aroused him so much that he had joined her. Together, their mutual surprise at what was happening had led to a long and arduous coupling. Nakedly, they had thrashed in the sand, Helen's virginity finally succumbing to his nineteen-year-old manhood. He would never forget how Helen's long tanned legs had wrapped around him that day, how her voice had cried out in the summer heat.
How could that day have been so long ago ... so many years before the child they had conceived either then or one of the passionate nights directly after that first mating. That child was now almost a grown woman herself!
"Like me, Daddy?" Christine's voice sassily broke his revery. Coughing nervously, Steve blustered out, "What's this your mother is telling me about your getting home at 12:30 last night?"
Nonchalantly, Christine opened a bottle of lotion, and placing one slender leg upon her dressing table stool, began to cream her calves and thighs.
Steve felt his eyes riveting to the trim little shape of her, the tender cushiony buttocks that were encased in the translucency of her panties, the sweetly upturned breasts that filled the cups of her brassiere to the bursting point.
"Oh, don't sweat it, Daddy. The movie just let out late, that's all! So Mom gets all hot and bothered and says I can't go out to the party tonight. It's just not fair! Just because she's got a dirty mind ... "
Steve's confused emotions reached the boiling point. His face contorted angrily, and he cried out, "You'll stay in this house for weeks if I have anything to say about it! You'll stay in until you learn to do as you're told! You will not go out with that boy again, and you will not refer to your mother as "she"! Now you get your pajamas on and get into bed because that's the only place you're going tonight!"
Even while he was talking, Steve was aware of his daughter's surprised look, of her rising tears, as his loud screaming seemed to strike her as much as if he had hit her with his hand. He was tempted, but somehow he could not trust himself, to touch her. Once he would have spanked her without a second thought, but everything was changed now. Everything was different.
Ashamed of his lack of control, he turned from her and slammed her door behind him. He could hear a thud as she flung herself on the bed inside, and then he tried to compose himself before he saw Helen again. How could he explain the enormous bulge of his erectly quivering cock to her? How could he tell her that he had probably made a worse mess of things with their teenaged daughter than she had? _ .
~He opened up one of the cartons of cigarettes in the living room and took out a pack. As the bittersweet smoke curled through his lungs, he waited for his excited penis to deflate.
Forget it . . he told himself. Go out tonight and have a good time. You-- ca n talk to Chris in the morning. - ,
But the long ago memory of how Helen's parents had forbidden him to see her came back to him with startling accuracy. How unfair! he had thought at the time. And Helen had met him anyway, had run out to find him and offer herself, the soft golden triangle of her pulsing, hair-covered cunt so recently deflowered by him How proud he had been!
"Are you ready?" Helen's voice behind him shook him, and he turned, exhaling a lungful of smoke.
"Ready as I'll ever be!" he declared, avoiding her eyes.
* * *
Jake was in his element. The music from the small combo was getting into full swing, and up in the small Twilight Room, one of the several rooms of the Groovers' Club, the guests were all having a good time. Scantily clad girls dressed like kittens paraded between the tables, serving drinks and bending low enough so that every male and female guest could see the full extent of their cleavage.
The waitresses cream-toned breasts had been pushed up and out by the tightly constricting costume so that they were almost on a serving platter. That was just the way Jake wanted it. He wanted every guy in the place to get a hard-on at least once because of one of his girls. tM R��"
The kitten costumes were mere slips of silk material that covered only the most essential parts of the girls. When they turned around most of the soft mounds of their buttocks were visible, and the cute kitten tail that hung from the middle only gave the obscene sight an added touch of piquancy. Face masks with whiskers covered their eyes and parts of their noses.~=:=
Jake had seen to it that each of tie girls was thoroughly well-trained. A course of two weeks was mandatory, and they were equally as good at serving drinks as they were at fending off overly-amorous drunks. There was rarely any trou e, owever, and Me prided himself on that. He was running a class place, and he intended to keep it that way.
He stood surveying his favorite room of t e club, elegant in black tie and tux, his dark hair waving back from his forehead just the way he had brushed it a few moments before. Before the night was over, half of the girls in the Twilight Room would go topless, and that was when everybody seemed to have the most fun. Jake chuckled to himself as he thought of the old geezer who had had to be carried out the night before. Mary had shaken her enormous naked breasts in his face during the lights out part of the Erotic Quarter Hour. Next time, Jake would have to remind Mary to be careful about the ages of those she chose to favor during the fifteen minutes when the Twilight Room was plunged into total darkness!
He looked over toward Mary now. She was a big girl, big in every way, and Jake was more than appreciative of her feminine talents. Her dark, almost black, hair hung to her shoulders, and her equally dark eyes were fringed by outlandishly long false eyelashes that peeked through the slits of her mask, but on Mary that looked good. Everything about the girl looked good and was good. Jake let his mind dwell upon the brief hour that he had spent with her only moments before the Club opened. In his private quarters downstairs, she had asked him to make love to her so that "she wouldn't be so nervous during the evening", as she put it.
"What a girl!" Jake thought, remembering the soft clinging orifice of her dark-haired pussy as it clenched tightly around his invading cock. He had lain there on the rug, and he'd almost not had to do anything at all. Mary had done it all for him. Her moistly contracting pussy moved as though it had an intelligence of its own, and Jake's cock had been impressed by its abilities more than once in the short few weeks that he had known the young 23 year-old girl.
Most of the girls who worked at the club were what Jake called "high-assed bitches", and he couldn't have cared less as long as they looked right and acted right while they were working. But Mary was an exception, and Jake intended to hang onto her for a while., not so much for the Club, but for himself.
Every now and then he liked to have a special little party at his house. He hadn't had one yet in San Francisco, but he knew when he did that Mary would be the first one he'd invite.
The pleasant sound of the cash register ringing up sang out cheerfully at the service bar nearby, and Jake looked down the deep soft mounds of flesh of the nearest Groover Kitten.
It was then that his brother Steve, and his nervously smiling wife Helen, walked in. Before Jake realized just who it was he had been looking at his sister-in-law as he looked at most women ... with an interest he scarcely bothered to hide, his dark eyes moving slowly up and down their contours, his mind categorizing them according to type.
Helen was beautiful in her clinging black dress, her blonde hair piled atop her head. At the peak of her beauty, she was a woman made for loving, Jake surmised. And then he was walking toward them, greeting his younger brother and embracing Helen with a warm greeting.
"Come on, folks ... right this way! How do you like the joint?"
"Fine ... just fine!" Steve was nodding and smiling and looking around. He had never seen so many good looking girls in one place in his life. "What a job!" he thought. "What a lucky son of a bitch!"
Jake was ushering them up toward a table near the small dance floor, and a few feet away the musicians beat out a sullen modified rock tune that seemed unending. With elaborate motions, Jake was seating Helen, and Steve sat down sheepishly, uneasy at all the commotion and wanting nothing more than to fade into the woodwork. Jake sat down with them, cautioning them that it was only for a moment, and then he waved toward the nearest kitten who just happened to be Mary.
"Hey, baby ... come on over and take care of my brother and his gorgeous wife! Nothing's too good for them!" he intoned loudly, so that he could be heard over the music.
Steve watched as Mary undulated toward them. He was already breaking out in a sweat at the sight of the brunette's oversized breasts, because it didn't look as though they would remain within the satiny cups of her kitten costume. He couldn't keep from staring, much as he wanted to appear nonchalant. Jake saw the direction of his brother's eyes, and thinking, the poor schmuck ... I'll bet he's never stepped out on Helen in all the time they've been married!, declared, much to Steve's embarrassment, "Bet you're wondering if they ever fall out! The answer is sometimes!" He broke into a raucous laugh that made Steve turn beet-red, and he knew that Helen, sitting across from him, was not pleased at all, even though she was chuckling as though she found it all amusing. He knew that chuckle.
Mary herself was leaning far over, bending down slightly so as to get their order, and the odor of her perfume, sweet and heavy like gardenias, floated over the table. She smiled broadly at Helen and asked her what she would like.
Helen was caught off guard, and was unable to sustain the hatred she felt welling up inside her at the sight of the scantily clad girl when she found she had to talk to her. She stammered. "I ... I d-don't know," looking helplessly at her husband.
But Jake decided for them. "They'll have two Groover Specials ... bring them the exotic nut platter and later on some Giant South Sea Shrimp flamed in cognac.
Jake sat back with a beam on his face and watched as Mary got the order and turned away from them, making her way through the maze of tables at which young couples and groups seemed to be having the time of their lives.
"How's that?" Jake asked. Then without waiting for an answer, he added, "You two get anything you like ... on the house, of course ... don't worry about a thing!"
Steve was relieved when his brother finally left them alone.
They sat surrounded by the loud music and the general hubbub of the Twilight Room. In the few moments their drinks had been served and Mary departed, leaving them to sip the potent multi-colored drinks and to watch the increasingly lively antics of the dancers on the floor. A thick blue haze filled the room, and Steve lit several cigarettes and nervously stubbed them out.
"Quite a crowd, eh?" he said at last to Helen. He looked at her for the first time since they'd arrived and saw that she was watching the dancers intensely.
"Yes," she replied. "Why don't we dance too?"
Helen had thought it out carefully. She didn't know the steps that most of the men and women were doing, but she was quite sure that it really didn't matter. The strange tasting drink in her glass was almost half gone, and she sipped the rest of it nervously, anxious to feel a part of the surroundings. Nevertheless, there was a fear inside her that both she and her husband were somehow obviously ridiculous in this "young swingers" nightclub. It wasn't that they were that terribly old, she knew, but she felt that they were worlds apart from the nattily dressed men and women who bounced about on the dance floor and merrily drank at the nearby tables.
She was anxious to prove both to herself and to them that it wasn't true, that somehow she and Steve were still "with it" enough to have a good time ... to accept and be accepted by the members of the fifty dollar a head charter club.
"Dance?" The idea was terrifying. And Steve flatly refused. He wasn't going to go out there and make a fool of himself. Not when he could sit and drink for free and watch the proceedings from ringside.
"Maybe later... when they play something slow," he replied.
The music grew more and more earthy, and with each passing second Helen was more and more certain that she could do a wonderful dance to its sensual rhythms. She could feel it moving within her, filling her body with a need to respond. It became increasingly difficult to sit still while they continued to make music like that ... while people on the dance floor stared at each other with glazed eyes and sweat trickled down the glistening skin of the gyrating women. Breasts bobbed and softly encased buttocks swayed as the dancers approached each other and backed away. Feverish touching could be seen wherever she looked, and one girl who was clad in a long white dress that looked like a nightgown stood in the middle of the floor and shimmied, an expression of utter ecstasy upon her face as every softly rounded surface of her body shook and trembled rhythmically.
Helen looked at her husband. lie was watching the girl too. She was sure that he was every bit as roused by her performance as she was. She looked back at the girl. Helen could feel the hair on the nape of her neck damp with perspiration, and a tingling raced up and down her spine. She was ashamed to be watching so avidly, to be looking at another woman with such morbid curiosity. But she couldn't tear her eyes away. It looked as though the girl was actually in a state of suspended orgasm, and Helen felt pangs of jealousy superceding every other emotion she had.
To be so free .... ! To be able to lose herself to the extent that she didn't even care who was watching!
Suddenly she jumped up. God, it felt good! She didn't think that she could have sat still for a moment longer. Impetuously she grabbed Steve's hand and tugged. She pulled so hard that Steve had no choice but to join her on the crowded dance floor. He didn't want to go, but he wanted less to cause a scene. Bodies pressed and jostled against him, and he felt himself automatically trying to respond to the music. His feet shuffled and his legs moved. His arms waved helplessly, and he tried to bring Helen toward him in a classical dance posture. But his slightly inebriated wife eluded him, sliding away and turning, a mirthful laugh. escaping her lips as she came back toward him, hips swaying, the tops of her full white breasts quivering above the bodice of her tight black dress.
"Helen!" he cried, but she was no help at all in the sea of dancers. He was really on his own, and Helen was paying little attention to him, leaving him to fend for himself, as the music continued to rise toward a far-off climax.
From the back of the room, Jake could see them, and he didn't lose sight of his beautiful blonde sister-in-law for a moment. He had seen that kind of wild abandon before, having been present at innumerable dance floors in his career with the Club. He had started out in New York as an assistant manager of one of several clubs there, and he had done so well that he'd been sent out to San Francisco to open up a new club there.
San Francisco was proving to be an even richer source of members than New York, and Jake was pleased with his good fortune. His position had offered him innumerable chances to meet the most beautiful women in the city, not just young girls like the waitresses, but the eminently more desireable and exciting women like Helen Gates, his sister-in-law. Many of them were married too, and just looking for the chance to find a little discreet excitement on the side. He had found that women were just as interested in a certain kind of casual encounter as men were, and that most often they wanted to find someone who would not get serious enough to interfere with their home lives.
Even though she was his own brother's wife, Jake could see that Helen was just ripe for the picking. The sight of the two of them on the dance floor - his younger brother Steve striving to keep up with the more and more outlandish motions of his blonde wife, and Helen herself, lost in the music, her perfectly proportioned body moving with minute accuracy to the intricacies of the sounds. Jake's eyes focused upon the straining material of Helen's dress where it clung to the full outline of her hips and thighs. There at the central spot between her swaying legs, he could devine the presence of her golden-haired cunt. It was prominent, he could tell, one of those pussies that formed a true mound that would be a very pronounced in a bathing suit or even viewed through the filmy material of a pair of panties.
"Lights out in five minutes, Jake!" It was Reggie, his assistant, reminding him that in a few minutes the small room would be plunged into Stygian darkness for what they called the Erotic Quarter Hour. It was an unusual form of entertainment, and one which had proved successful. An original idea of Jake's, he had gotten it from a book he'd been reading which described the practice in a no longer existent nightclub in Paris at the turn of the century. The idea was for the couples to embrace, kissing each other or in whatever combinations they chose, but when the lights went back on, everyone was to endeavor not to "get caught".
The excitement and laughs generated in the short space of fifteen minutes had already earned the San Francisco Club a reputation that none of the New York Clubs had. Businessmen flew in from the East Coast especially to participate in the special entertainment. The fact that many of the waitresses went topless during those fifteen minutes was added incitement, and Jake watched now as several of the girls already began undoing their specially constructed Kitten costumes, tucking the brassiere cups in and revealing the soft naked protrusions of their breasts. Many of the women in the room were the first to notice, and there was a general intake of breath as interest mounted to see which pretty girl might remove her top next. The music gradually wore down to a halt, and the dancers on the floor wound down and came to a complete halt, panting and puffing and laughing at the hysteria that they had engendered by their movements.
Helen and Steve left the floor, Helen radiant and glistening with perspiration, Steve more bedraggled, his sandy-colored hair plastered to his head, and his expression glazed. But they were both shocked to see that Mary was standing near their table, her big breasts totally exposed to their sight, the large areolas staring at them like two immense eyes. The weight of them must have been considerable and yet they remained aloft, upright and disturbing both for their size and their beauty.
Steve sat down and tried to catch his breath. All around him he could see the bare-breasted girls and he tried to hide his embarrassment as Mary leaned over them and replaced their drinks, adding a platter of nuts and cheeses to their table.
"Lights out? What's that?" Helen asked suspiciously. Now that the dancing was over, she was feeling the return of her original uneasiness. She felt vaguely dissatisfied, wishing that she had had a real dance partner ... one of the other men who moved with such ease, rather than her husband who had seemed determined to remain in one spot during the entire number!
"You're supposed to kiss anyone you want to, but don't get caught!" Mary laughed easily, and her breasts trembled and shook, making Helen turn her eyes away. She was getting angry because Steve was still staring at Mary's breasts, and she wondered just when the girt would go away from them.
The way she was feeling toward him, she certainly had no desire to kiss her husband!
"What a silly idea!" she declared, drinking more of the delicious concoction that Mary had placed before them.
"Well, I suppose you don't have to do anything if you don't Want to!" Steve said a trifle drily, Helen thought. He was wishing that he could get his hands on those two immense breasts of Mary's and he hoped she might get near enough during the Lights Out to give him a chance.
Jake motioned to Mary and as the big girl drew near, he whispered something in her ear. "As a favor to me!" he added, after he had given her instructions.
"Anything, sweetie!" Mary replied. "You know how I love cock!"
"Yes ... I know," Jake replied, but Mary was already moving away from him again.
Hurriedly, for it was almost time, Jake went over to his brother and sister-in-law's table. What is life, he was thinking, unless you do things to make it interesting?
He sat down beside Helen, and smiled at the two of them. He was amused that neither one seemed to be having a particularly good time, and surmised that they were nervous about what was coming up. Already the assistant manager, Reggie, was making the announcement to the room.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! This is the moment you've been waiting for. And if you haven't been waiting for it, this must be your first time here!"
There was a loud burst of laughter from the audience, and Reggie paused for a moment before continuing. "Following an old Parisian recipe for uh ... harmless fun ... " - laughter again from the audience - "we have brought to San Francisco the Erotic Quarter Hour! That's fifteen minutes, ladies and gentlemen ... your choice just how erotic they will be. But any couple caught kissing" - chuckles from the audience - "after the lights go on will be punished by having to dance as a group up on the platform for the next fifteen minutes! Everybody ready? Our delightful kittens will go on serving you drinks, but please remain in your seats and be patient about the service ... they can't see in the dark either!"
The crowd broke into convulsive laughter and there were shrieks and hoots as suddenly the room went dark. The band began to play a lively French medley of songs, and there were embarrassed titters from several spots in the room.
"OOOooohHenaryyy!" a woman's voice cried, and there was amused laughter from all the tables. Only Steve and Helen Gates' table was strangely quiet. No one spoke a word.
Chapter 3
Helen sat absolutely motionless in the darkness trying to adjust her eyes so that she could make out something in the small nightclub room. But try as she might, all she could see were vague forms wherever she looked. She could barely see her husband across from her, but she knew that he too was absolutely still. Yet the heat and excitement of the room was beginning to stimulate her hotly, against her will. She had read on a small drink menu that the multi-colored liquor she'd imbibed so much of was a special version of a Pousse-cafe, in which several liqueurs and strong cognacs were mingled. At first each settled on the other, forming a striped effect in the tall glass, and then as one drank the colors mixed and swirled and the strange tastes mingled upon Helen's palate, creating a merry-go-round of potent sensations. She could feel the effect now, like a dull tingling all over her body. She felt at once a heightening of feelings and a sluggishness as the alcohol coursed through her blood system. A terrible feeling of anticipation took hold of her, and uneasily she squirmed down against her seat, feeling the rounded edge of the cushion push her dress and panties into the crevice between her buttocks and thighs.
The music continued, loud and incongruous in the darkness, and Helen rocked upon the cushion in an unconscious reaction to it. She rubbed herself gently at first, feeling the corner of the cushion working its way between the soft moist lips of her excited pussy, making the thin material of her panties disappear into a filmy wetness. She could feel the wetness spreading between her soft thighs and she spread them slightly to gain greater contact with the cushion. The roughness brushed soothingly against her tiny, rising clitoris through the sheer panties.
Suddenly there was a loud sigh that echoed through the dark room. Whisperings and shuffling noises could be heard all around them. The sigh was soon repeated by another, in a throaty feminine voice, and it was obviously being broadcast over the loudspeaker system. Some woman was emulating the sounds of ecstasy for the amusement of the audience in the small nightclub room.
"Aaaaaaaaaah!" Behind the rising moans of the woman's voice, the music played a steadily throbbing beat, and Helen was thankful for the darkness that hid her excitement. She looked guiltily across at her husband to make sure he hadn't noticed, but as far as she could tell, he too was in a kind of trance, listening to the music and the sound of the erotic sighs. Helen tried to see the stage, but there didn't appear to be any woman there ... the sound was coming from backstage somewhere, and it seemed to be echoing the collective consciousness of the couples sitting in the dark room.
Helen leaned back against the back of her chair, being careful not to break the contact with the edge of the cushion that pressed into the fevered crevice between her thighs. To her surprise, her husband's brother, Jake, had put his arm on the back of her chair. She jumped slightly, and then felt his hand pull her shoulder gently back. She started to protest, but then decided against it. It would be silly to make a fuss over such an innocent gesture. Besides, his arm feels good. And it's not really doing anything wrong!
Suddenly a musky odor of perfume expanded into the room, filling Helen's nostrils with a strangely moving scent. That, coupled with the sensual sounds of the unknown woman's voice which continued to fill the air, made her feel even more stimulated than before.
"M M M m m m m m m m m m m ! OoooooooooOOOH!" the voice intoned loudly, and Helen sat back against the warmth of her brother-in-law's arm, feeling oddly privileged. He was, after all, the manager of the club, and she was a celebrity of sorts merely by association with him. The dark scent of perfume had -a rich suggestive odor that made her feel a thrill of excitement. A sensation of forbidden naughtiness rippled through her. Her sense of time seemed warped by the darkness and the music and by the heady perfume, as well as by the potent liqueur that she continued to sip. The moaning over the loudspeaker grew louder and more and more out of control, and it sounded as though the woman was being made love to with a passionate intensity that Helen envied. She could almost visualize what was happening, so convincing were the girl's cries.
It suddenly occurred to her that perhaps the girl was not merely some actress backstage, but a woman who was really being made love to! The thought made her gasp, but she quickly grew silent again. Rustlings at the nearby table increased her feeling of anticipation and she wondered just how much longer the Erotic Quarter Hour would last. It already seemed like much more time than fifteen minutes had passed!
Then it happened. Jake's hand slipped down from her shoulder and tenderly squeezed her breast. She could hear and feel her brother-in-law's breathing coming deeper as he sat beside her. She was astounded not so much by his action, as by the fact that she did nothing at all to stop him. His hand remained there, and she felt hypnotized into immobility as the sensuous sounds continued. She only tensed in momentary indignity at his intimate touch, and then she knew that it was too late to stop the impetus of her own excitement that made her allow the immoral touch of her brother-in-law's fingers on her breast.
She waited breathlessly to see what would happen next. She felt undeniably identified with the woman whose voice made it sound as though she were writhing beneath the hard, pinioning body of an ardent lover.
To her own amazement, she looked across at the silhouette of her husband with a feeling of defiancy. The pleasure she was experiencing was in a sense a reaction against him. This man to whom she had been married for so many years, and who seemed to be carrying her more rapidly than necessary into middle age!
She took another sip of her drink and realized that her hands were trembling as she moved slightly on her seat. Jake's fingers began to slip back and forth upon her breasts, searching out the thickness of her nipple, squeezing it hard and making her want to cry out with delight.
She tried to caution herself. In a few seconds, she must stop him! Apart from any other factors, the man who was feeling her breast so expertly was her husband's brother! She was about to firmly push his fingers away when suddenly the woman backstage sounded as though she had become possessed. There were deep-throated sounds of rapid rhythmic pleasure that implied an uncontrollable passion. Groans of frustration indicated that she was reaching climax. The grunts grew louder with each passing second.
Helen jumped and grabbed onto Jake's arm tightly, her nerves completely on edge. She suddenly only wanted to get out of there.
"My God!" she whispered hoarsely. "Isn't it almost over? ... Aren't the lights coming on in a few seconds??"
"Ssssshhhhhhh!" Jake replied smoothly. "It's not even half over. Don't worry ... what could happen?"
Helen looked across for some sign from her husband. Jake's words, rather than reassuring her, had made her even more frightened. What could happen indeed? To her mind it seemed that almost anything could happen, and whatever it was, she could do little to control it! But she could not make contact with her husband. Steve was not even turned in her direction anymore, but was sitting sideways on his seat. In desperation, Helen sank back against the chair and fouled Jake's arm there once more. She knew that she should leave now to keep from going to pieces, just like the girl seemed to be doing over the mike. But somehow she could not.
"Is ... is it real?" she stammered out in a whisper, fascinated in spite of herself by the lewd sounds.
To her consternation, Jake's fingers insinuated themselves once more against her breast, cupping the soft flesh and slipping down between the cup of her brassiere to touch the firm protrusion of nakedness. She could not resist.
"Yes ... " he replied, slowly ... but he seemed to be talking about her breasts rather than answering her question. "Yes, it's real!" he whispered.
"AEeeeeehhhhh!" the woman's voice cried out to the excited listeners in the dark, crowded room.
* * *
Steve could not believe what was happening to him. Never in his life had he been in such a situation. He had been sitting there innocently enough, although his thoughts had been concentrating on the vague thought that the waitress, Mary, might come close enough to him in the dark so that he might get to touch the smooth nakedness of her bared breasts. The throbbing music and the loud sighing had only increased his state of arousal, and just when he had felt his penis jerking to hardness, he had felt a touch beneath the table. A hand was stroking his hardening cock! The shock was so great that he thought that he would almost fall off of his chair, but somehow he managed to sit there as though nothing were happening. He knew that the hand was not his wife's, for he could see that she was sitting primly across the table from him, much too far away anyway to be touching him in such a manner. Besides, Helen would never do such a thing. To his amazement, the feminine fingers expertly and silently zipped down his pants and reached inside to extract the quiveringly hard shaft of his cock! He sat tense and stunned with his rigidity exposed beneath the table. Then two hands began stroking him, sliding the loose flesh of his foreskin up and down in a slow magical rhythm that caused him to ache with desire, increasing his lust almost beyond endurance. He could feel her pulling him to the side, and realized that she wanted him to move sideways so that she would have more room. Instinctively Steve knew that the girl was Mary, their "kitten" waitress. He could visualize the tall, dark-haired girl with her pretty, pert features and the enormous, sensual nakedness of, her pink-toned breasts.
The idea that such a thing would be happening to him in a public place with his wife sitting right across the table in the darkness - not to mention all the other club members sitting around him made Steve all the more stimulated. Chills rippled along the back of his spine as he shifted so that he was sitting sideways, his legs no longer beneath the table. He could barely make out the outline of Mary's kneeling body as she bent over the nakedness of his willing cock. She rose just a bit and hovered over him, pressing the wonderfully warm flesh of her breasts around his upthrusting penis. With her hands, she pressed the twin mounds against his thickening cock until be was entirely, enveloped by her two breasts.
"CHRIST!" he groaned, only mouthing the words so that no sound came out He stared down in the darkness, remaining as still as possible under the circumstances. But he felt as though he were going to explode right then and there from the sheer enjoyment of this "kitten's" breasts upon his lust-incited cock. Then the girl moved backward and once more held his hard cock tightly between both her hands, stroking it smoothly between the flat of her palms in a teasing up and down motion that made him want to undulate his loins in time to her maddening rhythm.
As the music and the sobbing cries over the loudspeaker grew more and more intense, Mary's head dropped slowly toward the hardness of his penis and suddenly her tongue flicked forward, the tip boring teasingly into the wet opening on the end.
Steve sucked in his breath from the sudden unexpected contact. Shivers of desire were coursing through his testicles as she brought her mouth down all ;I I . _ ... -. , i ole of the sensitive cock-head in a moist, warmly clasping pressure. The kneeling waitress tightened her lips like a band around his cock-head, circling it and trapping it completely inside the warm, dark cavern of her mouth.
Steve sat pinned to his chair, his body filled with pleasure as the girl, sensing his excitement, began to massage the soft resilient skin of his testicles with one hand, stroking the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of the other. She began sucking rhythmically up and down. It was maddening to realize that across from him his wife could see nothing, and yet at this very moment he was feeling the softness of this strange girl's tongue twirling around his naked cock. Across the table, Helen seemed to be trying to get his attention. Deliverately, he stared into space. No doubt she wanted to leave, he thought, but this was one time when he wanted to stay!
Mary's tongue flicked steadily across the tiny opening of his cock, and he could watch the shadowy top of her head bobbing up and down below, the sight of her labors making it all the more exciting for him.
* * *
Helen suddenly squirmed down hard against her seat. Jake had turned slightly toward her and dropped his other hand to her bared knee, slipping it up toward the fullness of her thigh. Momentarily, she froze at the contact of his fingers, crawling insect-like over her sensitive flesh. At any price, she must stop this terrible feeling of excited helplessness! But her persistent brother-in-law was pushing the hem of her dress and was half way up to her panties before she was able to react and drop her hand to her lap. She restrained his wrist tightly, not daring to look at him, her eyes remaining glued to a dark spot up by the stage where the musicians sat pounding out their lascivious music. Far from satisfied by what sounded like a powerful climax, the keening girl had begun another journey toward an erotic height that held everyone in the place spellbound.
Gradually, using the utmost of her strength and will, the young blonde housewife forced her brother-in-law's hand back down, pushing her black dress with it until she was covered again. But Jake only let his hand come to rest on her lap within moments after she had gained this brief victory over both herself and her husband's older brother. She tried to hold his hand away from her, but it moved by force, kneading the softness of her belly under the silky material of her dress. To her alarm, she could feel him teasing at the light sprinkling of hair at the base of her abdomen, his fingers rotating steadily against the mound of her hidden pussy, unable to go any farther because of her tightly pressed together thighs.
Desperately, Helen pressed harder against the cushion, realizing dimly that although she was trying to escape his fingers, she was also at the same time pressing the cushion into the secret area of her own damply quivering vaginal slit. With troubled embarrassment, Helen could feel herself getting moister and moister between her thighs as she pressed down harder to feel the forbidden pleasure there. As her brother-in-law's fingers worked more and more insistently at her tightly protected pussy, indecision arose again within her, but the pleasure she was receiving gained the upper hand, enabling her to rationalize away the danger in what she was doing.
He could not get beneath her dress without really forcing her, she decided, and so long as he was not truly touching her nakedness it felt wickedly good to let him continue. True, he was her husband's brother, but wasn't it really Steve's fault partially for exposing her to such a lewd situation? Hadn't she tried to meet his eyes to ask him to leave with her?
What she was doing was wrong, but it was really only a little wrong, so long as nothing really happened. Certainly this touching through her clothes could not be considered anything terribly serious. How much could happen to her with her husband sitting right there across the table? Jake had just about said as much himself. It felt wickedly good to abandon herself to the danger-less pleasure, and she closed her eyes tightly for a moment, resigning herself to the rolling sensations of delight that coursed through her trembling body. She grasped at Jake's wrist tightly, but it did not stop his hand. Surely he would go no farther than this, what with Steve sitting right there, she figured.
But suddenly she gasped in surprise. Jake removed his hand from her lap, moving it gradually under the soft cushiony surface of her buttocks from the side. He still sat staring ahead of him as though nothing at all were happening, but his hand searched fervently for the crevice between her buttocks. Helen hesitated, not knowing what to do. If she moved to push him away the struggle would surely draw attention. She did not want her husband to suspect that anything had happened to her during the Erotic Quarter Hour.
There was little more that she could do, she realized, without creating a noticeable stir, and she was relieved to note that Steve wasn't paying the least bit of attention to her side of the table. Her husband seemed completely engrossed in his own thoughts, whatever those might be. With a shaky feeling, she resigned herself to the sneaky probing of her brother-in-law's fingers at her wetly seeping genitals. She squirmed slightly away from his middle finger as it began a gentle stroking motion, pushing the folding of her black dress moistly into her throbbing pussy. A wave of shame passed over her at the sudden gush of indecent pleasure that overcame all desires to resist him. Jake's hand underneath her softly pulsing buttocks became bolder as it sensed her tacit surrender. He let his middle finger slide her dress up the backs of her thighs so that he could penetrate the moist softness underneath.
"Oh my God! What can I do?" she wondered. It was absolute madness to let herself be used this way by her husband's own brother. Undeniably, he was a very attractive man, but she could not let herself become carried away like this just because of the very unusual combination of circumstances in which she found herself! What had happened to her? She had never let her senses get the better of her, even as a young girl. When she had surrendered to her husband-to-be, Steve, at the beginning, it had been a decision on her part. She was giving herself to the man she wanted to marry. But this ... this was pure sex, pure lust on her part, and her own emotions frightened her.
Helen bit down hard on her lower lip. She could feel her dress rising faster now until suddenly there was no more dress protecting her private genitals!
The girl on the mike had begun to mouth phrases that were even more troubling than her sighs. "Yeees ... " she breathed, "like thattt ... liiiike THAT! Oaaaaaah, AH! AH!"
Beneath Helen, Jake's hand covered all of the wet band of her panties and his finger was worming into the moist walls of her soft pussy. She squirmed miserably against it, holding her breath for fear some tell-tale sound might escape her lips. Her whole body quivered as her impaled vagina felt the invading finger probing nakedly at the lubricated softness of its tender walls. She could feel the moisture of her hair-trimmed pussy cover the palm of her brother-in-law's hand. His fingers moved in circles inside the tightly clenching walls of her cunt, expanding the tight little opening with each teasing rotation. Helen was almost out of her mind. She didn't think that she would be able to stand this lewdly exciting teasing of her unprotected pussy another moment. She wanted the raging fire that ran unchecked through her nervous system to be checked. Something had to give!
* * *
Mary could feel Steve's throbbing reaction and began sucking at his cock a little harder. With half an ear she was listening for the musical signal, known only to the employees and staff of the Groovers' Club, which would tell when the lights would go back on. She let the tips of her teeth dig gently into the hard resisting flesh of Steve's lust-swollen cock. She loved the feel of a thickly penetrating cock inside her mouth, filling out her cheeks and forcing her lips wide apart. There was something terribly satisfying about it, and she was more than happy to perform this little task at the request of her boss, Jake Gates. It really didn't matter why Jake had asked this of her, and she knew that he would probably compensate her in some extra way for it, although she didn't really feel it was necessary.
Her tongue swiped expertly around and around the growing cock that she held in her hand until she could feel it nearing the bursting point. Thrilled by its girth, Mary took almost all of the rigid staff deep into her throat. She felt like she was going to choke, but still she continued the maddening sucking on and on.
Great swirls of heat were building deep, deep inside of Steve Gate's testicles as he felt the young topless waitress slaving in the darkness, kneeling between his parted legs. It occurred to Steve that almost any man would give his eye teeth to have such a thing happen to him. The muscles of his stomach had tightened until he thought they would snap from the pressure, and he worked his lips silently, uttering inaudible crazy mutterings and curses. Then suddenly he gasped. The moment had arrived, and it corresponded with the lewd moanings that filled the entire room around his table. He could feel his hot sticky sperm begin its mad race from the sanctity of his balls toward the end of his cock, and hot thin streams of it spurting into the sucking girl's open mouth. Unable to keep from moving while holding back the savage cry he wanted to emit, he let his hands tangle cruelly in her dark hair, holding her head down to the throbbing of his loins as he pushed his pumping cock all the way down her throat. She went on sucking wildly as he emptied his white-hot semem into the wetness of her mouth. After an eternity of pleasure, he softly moaned his lust and grunted finally as the last drops of his battered cock dribbled into Mary's willingly gulping throat.
She had sucked him dry, and he felt he had never been so fulfilled in his life. His insides felt drained, sapped of all life, yet a fierce tingling still inhabited his throbbing loins.
Then he could feel her withdrawing. Cold air struck his sensitive penis, and he was startled. Although he had never really forgotten where he was, he was filled with a new awareness of his surroundings. Mary was gone, slipping silently away from him, and he was rearranging his deflated penis, shifting back so that he was once more sitting properly at the table.
* * *
It was at once with great relief and disappointment that Helen felt Jake's finger slipping hurriedly from her tortured vaginal passage, and his hand sliding from beneath her exposed buttocks. The unseen girl had howled like a screaming banshee, and the sound of her shattering climax had set every hair on Helen's head on end. She had found herself so near, so very near her own orgasm just as Jake's invading finger slipped unexpectedly, from her unwillingly aroused pussy. In only a few more moments, she herself would have been as helpless a victim of passion as the girl who was giving such a convincing performance over the microphone.
But it was not to be. Jake was withdrawing, and in fact was standing up. He was going away from the table in the darkness, and she was left sitting there across from her husband exactly as if nothing untoward had happened to her.
With startling brightness, the lights of the Twilight Room in the Groovers' Club were suddenly turned on. The entire room was illuminated, flooded with light. Kittens, both topless and clothed, stood around to spot embracing couples, and many were pointed out and tagged with little buttons that said, "I was caught grooving!" The couples in the room were all chattering and laughing gaily, and a general feeling of relieved excitement was in the air. The music was now frankly non-erotic, and the members of the band were all grinning broadly.
Topless Mary was nowhere in sight, and neither was Jake, the manager. Helen and Steve Gates sat staring at each other, neither knowing just what to say.
Finally, Steve coughed and spoke.
"Pretty silly stuff, isn't it?" He downed the remainder of his drink with a trembling hand.
"Yes... " Helen agreed in a shaky voice.
"Let's get out of here!" Steve blurted out. Helen was already clasping her purse and standing up.
Chapter 4
"I'll show them!" Christine murmured to herself. It was Monday morning, and she was getting ready to leave for school. She had an English test at 10:00, and she knew that if she wanted to pass it she ought to be cramming, since she hadn't cracked a book over the weekend. But, there were other things on her mind, and now, with all the exciting literature spread out across her bed, she knelt over it, absorbing each picture and every little detail.
The pamphlets were all from the Groovers' Club, and included a house magazine which outlined the various activities in which members of the popular club could participate. There were pictures of the installations all over the country, including some in the Bahamas and in Puerto Rico. Always there were beautiful, smiling kittens with the briefest clothing possible, and there were many fold-out nudes of specially favored girls.
Her Uncle Jake had left all the pamphlets during his visit, and although Christine knew that they were primarily destined for her parents, she took the liberty of extracting them from her mother's top drawer and examining them at her leisure.
It had taken her until Monday morning to finally think of a suitable punishment for her parents, for most definitely she wanted to make them suffer for what they had done to her. Making her miss one of the most important parties of the season was unforgivable, and the fact that she had also missed the continuation of her little experiments with her timid boyfriend was very upsetting. It wasn't that she liked Art all that much, but he was the best available at the moment for the pursuit of what she considered her ultimate happiness.
She hurriedly closed up the pamphlets and scrambled from the bed, her long legs bare now that the weather was getting warmer, and her shortest skirt showing the magenta color of her panties when she happened to bend over or sit with her legs spread. She examined her pretty features in the mirror as she left her room, and was filled with the certitude that she was as pretty as any kitten in the pamphlets.
"Aren't you going to have any breakfast, Christine?"
"I wish you would stop calling me `Christine'!" the young fifteen year-old replied to her mother, who was cooking bacon in the kitchen. "Chrissy! All my friends call me that!" Grabbing an apple, she hurried through the kitchen toward the back door that led outside.
"Christine!" Helen's voice rose as she ran to the door. "You come right back here! How dare you talk to me like that!" But Christine was already pedaling away on her bike, her lithe young figure rapidly disappearing from her mother's view.
Helen went back into the kitchen. "Damn!" she cried angrily. "Damn that girl!" Things weren't bad enough for her without having her daughter's behavior turning worse and worse. Helen was never too sure whether she was being too strict with the girl, or too permissive. In either case, nothing seemed to work.
Nervously, Helen began to make herself another pot of coffee. Steve had long since left for work, and Helen now had the entire day to herself. After she did the housework, she wondered just what she would do with her time. She didn't want to talk with Janet, her next-door neighbor, again; the other woman only depressed her with her talk of her absent husband, whom she claimed to hate, but whom she nevertheless received in her bed whenever he chanced to appear for a night or a weekend. Her neighbor on the other side was almost as bad. Her husband was there - in fact he was always there, being unable to find a job due to the general recession. But all the couple did was bicker, and sometimes at night the noises of tile arguing would drift across the air toward Steve md Helen Gates's house.
Helen peered into her coffee cup, beginning to add sugar and non-fat milk, wondering if it might not be better to have violent arguments than to endure the existence she led with Steve. Thcir conversation was filled with cutting remarks and sarcasm, but rarely was she able to rouse Steve into a good fight. She could feel her cotton house dress loosely clinging to her naked body beneath ... it was the easiest thing to put on in the mornings. Her mind drifted back to their evening at the Groovers' Club, as it had been doing over and over again since that night. Each time, she would squirm as the memory of her arousal by her husband's brother made her blush with embarrassment and an unwanted excitement. She had thought that she might erase that stimulating memory if she and Steve made love, but far from being excited by the events at the Club that night, Steve only seemed to be turned off to the whole idea of sex. He had even accused her of being "over-sexed" when she tenderly approached him in bed after returning from the erotic nightclub.
The words had hurt more than Helen could take, and she'd softly cried herself to sleep while Steve snored peacefully beside her. The most depressing thing was wondering if his words might not be correct. She didn't think so, but then how could she explain her uncharacteristic succumbing to the secret, lewd embraces of her husband's own brother?
Yet, Helen knew from talking with other women acquaintances that most of them desired, and even required, very active lives from their husbands. Was she asking so much, then, to want more than just an occasional night of love-making?
Tears came to her eyes as she drank her coffee, staring at the kitchen wall, the gleaming modern oven, the dishwasher, the clock that whirred constantly near the door. She remembered the woman who had lived down the street - the one everyone had talked about. It seemed the housewife entertained a steady stream of lovers during her husband's absence in the daytime, and she never seemed to care to bother to hide it. One day Helen had met her in the cleaners and had been surprised to see a very attractive pleasant woman, not at all the "femme fatale" she had expected. It had been somewhat of a shock to realize that she might even have been able to be friends with this woman, despite her purported extra-marital activities. Shortly thereafter the adulterous neighbor had moved away, but Helen had never forgotten her.
She thought about her now once more, having that fantasy she used to have. She was that woman, waiting in the afternoon in the shady cool of her house, her soft body knowing that shortly a man would be coming to touch it, someone new to make it quiver and shake with desire. They would drink the cocktails she would already have prepared, for time was of the essence. Then they would slip down to the bedroom where clean sheets would be waiting, fresh and cool for their hot bodies. His arms would be around her waist, and already she would feel the chills of desire coursing through her.
Helen shook herself. Oh my God! she thought. I've got to stop thinking like this!
* * *
It was 3:30 p.m. when Christine left her last class at San Francisco High. She had already telephoned during her lunch hour and had discovered that she could go for an interview at the Groovers' Club that very afternoon at 4:00. At first she'd been worried about her clothes ... did she look old enough, sophisticated enough? But the Mother Cat had told her on the phone that it didn't matter since she would be required to try one of the kitten costumes anyway.
Breathless with anticipation and a growing fear about the astounding audacity of her plan, Christine approached the downtown headquarters of the Club, having left her bike at school and taken the bus from Geary Street. The interested looks that she got from many of the businessmen who passed her on the street as she strode along boosted her confidence, and by the time she arrived at the door she was certain that she was doing the right thing. Once she had landed a job here, she would persuade her parents to let her quit school. There was nothing at school that interested her anyway, and it would be easy enough at first to sneak out of the house each night for her exciting job as a Groover kitten.
She knew full well, however, that there was one person she would have to win over to her side - her Uncle Jake, the manager of the Club. Without his assistance, her plan would never work.
Biting her lower lip a little and patting her blonde hair into place as she was admitted to the Club by a casually dressed young woman in sweater and pants, Christine vowed to herself that she would go to any lengths to win her Uncle over to her side. She knew he was a different type entirely from her father, and that thought assured her. Surely he would be broadminded and open about her wishes to move out into the world ... to find out what it was all about. Surely he would know that she would never amount to anything in school ... she was already flunking out of English, and Algebra was a total mystery to her. The only things that really interested her were all the new and wonderful cosmetics, clothes, and men. She was fascinated by her effect on them and longed to know just what it was that went on in their minds and bodies when they appeared attracted to her. She wanted to perfect her natural art of flirtation, to direct it and use it at will instead of by accident as was usually the case now.
Everything she wanted to know would be at her fingertips here in the Groovers' Club, she sensed as she looked around her. She was being led by the young woman toward a door at the end of along hall. The Groovers' Club was located in an old town house that had been completely redecorated, and thick lush burgundy-colored carpets sunk like sponges beneath her clog heels. Glass chandeliers hung from the ceilings and ornate gold brocade curtains clung to the wall. Ferns and potted plants sprouted everywhere she looked, and Christine felt a thrill of wonder as she nervously entered the door that had been opened for her.
"What's your name, sweetie?" the young red-headed woman asked her.
Christine blushed when she realized that the woman was giving her a penetrating look, examining her features and even her breasts and hips. She had never been looked at like this by a woman, and she did not know quite what to think or do. Fluttering her eyelashes, she looked down at her feet, sensing that the woman was still looking at her with undisguised interest, even though she must have seen that she was troubled by it. Rather than looking away when Christine looked down, she seemed to be taking advantage of the moment to look even more frankly.
"Uh ... Chrissy!" the fifteen year-old finally stuttered out.
"Yeah?" the redhead asked. "Mine's Cherry. ! t you get the job we'll get to know each other. I give the training course to all the new kittens - that is I'm doing it while the head Mother Cat is on vacation ... all this month!"
"Oh ... " Christine did not know what to reply to this. She wanted to think of something to say or do that might influence this bold woman favorably. She probably had something to do with her getting the job.
Cherry had closed the door behind them, and the woman and the young girl were in a medium-sized room, one wall of which was completely mirrored. Dressing tables were situated against the mirrors, and Chrissy thought that this must be where the regular kittens put their costumes on.
Chrissy was still standing uncertainly in the middle of the room, clutching at her shoulder bag. Cherry was fumbling in one of the drawers and then opening up a closet that was one of several on the other wall. From time to time, the attractive redhead would give the young girl a glance, still the same inquisitive look, and each time she did it Chrissy felt like sinking into the woodwork. Staring alternately down at the burgundy carpet and up at the gold and white painted ceiling, she didn't dare to sit down on one of the tufted sofas present without being told to do so.
"How old are you anyway?" Cherry asked finally. She was holding two costumes in her hands. Chrissy looked at her carefully stencilled eyebrows, the large, heavily fringed blue eyes and the pert button nose. She was aware of the woman's breasts pulsing nakedly beneath her sea-blue sweater, and she could smell a strong, almost acrid perfume emanating from her as she stood near her, holding up the costumes.
"I'm eighteen," Chrissy lied.
"Measurements? I picked these from just looking at you, but we'll need to know for the forms and'the real costumes if you get the job."
"Uh ... " Chrissy had no idea what her measurements were, other than her brassiere size, and she started to lie but decided against it, since she could easily be found out.
"Don't know?" Cherry sang out. She was already getting the measuring tape.
"Uh ... no ... I really don't," Chrissy replied. She could feel a drop of sweat trickling down her back from the nape of her neck where her heavy blonde hair created a moist warmth.
"You'll have to undress, honey," Cherry said, beaming at Christine.
"UNDRESS?"
"Well, yeah ... down to your panties and brassiere. Got to get these measurements. The bosses are pretty strict about that, you know. What's the matter? Shy? Don't worry ... it's just us girls. Nobody else is going to make you strip ... unless you want to, of course!" Cherry's laughter rang out, making Christine decidedly uncomfortable. "But that's up to you!"
Hesitantly, Christine began to take off her clothes. What other choice did she have? Shakily, she removed her shell-knit top, pulling it off over her head. She realized that she might have been more comfortable if she were in the presence of a man, rather than this strange young woman who looked at her in such a startling manner. She was wearing a see-through brassiere, the kind destined to let your nipples show through the covering material of a blouse or sweater. And now she realized that the redhead's eyes were glued to the light rosey-brown tips of her breasts where they peaked through the sheer material, set in the creamy background of her fully expanded young breasts.
She felt a sudden chill and shivered, beginning to undo the clasps of her skirt, trying desperately to avoid appearing as jittery as she was feeling.
"Nice knockers!" Cherry said. "They'll like that. Very important in the business, you know!" Cherry's hand went unconsciously toward her own breasts, making a flourishing motion that Christine found disconcerting.
"They? ... "
"Yeah ... By the way, you can't ever say `yeah' ... that's one of the things you get taught. 'Yes, may I help you sir' or yes, ma'am!' ... that's the way you have to talk," Cherry confided, beginning to get the tape measure ready. "But when you're not working you can talk any way you want. What was I saying now ... oh yes ... the bosses ... Mr. Gates is the real boss, but there's his assistant, Reggie. He does most of the hiring ... but sometimes Mr. Gates does it too. You've got to see one of them when I get you outfitted."
Cherry's fingers were spreading the thin tape around the protruding curves of Christine's breasts, being careful to touch the very tips of the nipples and then wind around to the back.
Christine could feel her heart thudding in her chest. Cherry's fingers seemed to be lingering overly long at her breasts as she struggled with some minor adjustment of the tape. Through nervous excitement, Christine could feel the little rubbery balls of flesh stiffening and becoming pebble-hard. In a little while she might be facing her uncle. How could she really go through with it? What had possessed her to come here?
"Mmmm ... 35 1/2 ... we'll call that 36. You wear a 36 brassiere?"
"Yes," Christine was mortified. She had been proud of her new large breasts, which were just about as big as her mother's, but now she felt ashamed in some way she couldn't fathom, and wanted to hide them. But Cherry was letting the tape drop to her waist, and once more her fingers fumbled around the blonde's softly naked skin.
This measurement was quicker though. "24!" she announced triumphantly. "A perfect 24!"
Cherry was marking the notations down on a sheet of paper that was attached to a small clipboard.
"You're doing fine!" she added gratuitously, returning with the tape measure. Christine's tiny magenta-colored panties formed a bikini shape around her trip young hips. The small band of color accentuated the creamy pale skin of a true blonde. The little slot of her indented navel quivered as the fifteen year-old took a deep breath. Cool fingers stretched the tape around her hips, touching her high, cushiony buttocks, and enveloping them. Cherry brought the tape around to the front, and as she held it there her hand was placed unmistakably against the soft swelling of Christine's blonde tufted pussy. The exact outline of her hidden "vee" could be discerned where the panties hugged across the sensitive hair-covered mound.
Now, Christine was sure that the redheaded woman was touching her on purpose. This certainly frightened her more than anything she had ever experienced thus far in her fifteen years. The idea that a woman might find similar interest in her body as a man did was so alien to her that she was stunned by the implications. She looked down at the redhead who was kneeling in front of her, ostensibly reading her measurement. Cherry looked up for a brief moment and their eyes met. In that moment, Christine knew that the substitute instructor knew she was aware of what was happening. Then, Cherry lowered her eyes, almost embarrassed by the confrontation, and slipping the tape away from Christine's young hips, thighs, and buttocks, she coughed and announced that the fifteen year-old had perfect 34 inch hips.
Christine stood in her panties and brassiere, confused and feeling terribly vulnerable, waiting while Cherry fiddled with the complicated zipper system of the kitten costume she thought would fit her. There was a silence between them now, as though Cherry didn't really feel like talking anymore, and in spite of her general state of shock, Christine found herself hoping that she hadn't done anything to offend the young woman.
But gradually Cherry resumed her breezy attitude as though her troubled moments had passed. She began to chat as Christine slipped into the tight costume. It was black and silver, the black part covering Christine's body up to her breasts, and the silver part forming a brief double cup shape that underlined her breasts and held them so far up that Christine couldn't believe the effect. Her fresh creamy breasts appeared like two fat melon-shaped birds, and the naked flesh jiggled and quivered with a life of its own whenever Christine so much as breathed. The young blonde girl had had to take off her brassiere in order to fit into the cleverly designed costume, and she had been surprised and relieved when Cherry unaccountably turned away as she did so. Her panties had been so brief themselves that Cherry told her it was all right to keep them on under the Kitten outfit.
The two women surveyed the results in the large wall-length mirror.
"It's fine!" Cherry announced. "You look. just great!" She showed Christine where the thin zippers were that turned the outfit into a topless creation.
"But ... but ... I don't have to ... do I?" Christine asked, wondering again if she could go through with this ambitious idea of hers. Already her head was spinning from the things she was learning just by having walked in the door to the private club, and she sensed that before she left she would have learned much more. Maybe too much!
Cherry laughed. "Oh no ... you get a choice. Not all the girls want to do it. But I'll tell you this ... you get about a hundred more a week salary if you do. Some of the kittens think it's worth it!"
"I ... I see ... " Christine was looking at her sudden transformation from a saucy young schoolgirl to a sexy kitten. She was hardly recognizable!
"Now all you need is the mask ... then you can go for your interview." Cherry appeared with the elaborate kitten mask, which covered Christine's head like a little cap, and fit down over her eyes, leaving a breathing space for her nose and cutting away so that her lips and chin were free. On top of her head were little pointed ears, and the mask had antennae over the eye slots and whiskers on either side of the nose so that Christine did indeed look startlingly like a cat.
"Like it?" Cherry asked.
Christine hesitated for a moment. "Yes ... " she replied, gaining more confidence, "yes, I do!"
The redhead brought over an application form and told Christine to fill out the forms before going for her interview which would take place hi an office down the hall.
"It's a great job," she said as she was getting ready to leave. "You get to meet so many fellows ... a lot of them loaded. Some of them in more ways than one!" She laughed at her own joke and continued, looking at her own buxomly built reflection in the mirror now, rather than directly at Christine. "You're not supposed to go out with them, you know ... but I'll tell you something that the regular Mother Cat would let you find out for yourself. There are ways of getting around that!"
"Do you think I'll get the job?" Christine asked. "I mean, do you think I have a good chance?"
"Well, it depends who's going to interview you." Cherry seemed to be thinking for a second and then she went on, "Oh you're fine yourself, you know ... but they've both got little quirks. I mean Reggie leans heavily on the dark-haired girls ... he really digs them. Whereas Mr. Gates ... "
Christine's heart started thudding again. This Mr. Gates was her uncle. How would she pass the test with him? What was Cherry going to say about her Uncle Jake?
"Yes?" she said impatiently, for Cherry had stopped talking.
"Well, he's more interested in your personality than anything else. If you get him . : . well, all I can say is you shouldn't be shy ... I mean, give it a little uumph!"
"Uumph?" Christine suddenly knew what Cherry meant. "Did Mr. Gates hire you?" she asked.
Cherry's face brightened. "Yeah!" she replied. "He sure did!" Her expression took on a reflective look and Christine gathered that Cherry liked her uncle. Perhaps she was even in love with him!
"Well, I better go now ... when you fill those out, just go into the next door down the hall ... if no one's there, just wait ... someone will be along! And I'll come along and gather you up afterward."
Christine found herself alone in the dressing room. Each time she looked into the mirror she was startled to see her kitten image looking back at her. If indeed she had to pass the interview with her uncle, he would never recognize her until it was over, and by that time, if she had been hired, he would have to admit that she would make a good waitress.
She sat down in one of the chairs and began to fill out the application. Name, Chrissy Wells: Her middle name was Wellington from her mother's maiden name, so it wasn't lying too much! Date of birth: Christine hastily calculated and wrote, 1954. She wrote down her new measurements and when she was asked her hobbies and/or special interests, she wrote down "people." It seemed the kind of thing that would help her get the job.
When she had finally completed the form, Christine stood and looked at herself one last time before leaving the dressing room. The high spiked heels and sheer silver-tinged tights that attached invisibly to the elastic band of her costume around each of her shapely thighs gave her an appearance of being much taller than she actually was. On her form she had written that she was five feet four and a half inches tall ... but now she looked at least five feet seven inches!
She was pleased to note that her mask gave her an expression of supreme self-confidence, and a little of it spread to her real self as she closed the dressing room door behind her and started toward the interview that was to come.
Chapter 5
"Sure, why not?" Jake asked over the telephone. It was Reggie on the line calling from home and asking Jake if he would take over the interviews he had scheduled for that afternoon.
Jake didn't mind looking over the new applicants, although most of the time he was too busy with other things. He had found his assistant Reggie had excellent taste in that area and was usually content to let him have full control. But sometimes Jake found that it was good policy to take a direct hand in hiring the girls, and as he got out his silver flask from the side drawer of his mahogany paneled desk, he realized he was actually looking forward to it.
The dark-brown bourbon tasted good as it went down, and Jake took another swig before putting the top of the flask back on. It was nearing 5:00 p.m. and Jake had been at his office in the luxuriously decorated club building since 3:00, having slept until noon and lunched at length at a local gourmet restaurant. He was feeling in pretty fine shape as usual, although Jake knew that there was something just a little off that day. It was his usual custom to make certain that he never slept alone.
"Sleeping alone is for slobs!" he often proclaimed to friends and beautiful bed companions. But the night before, all his wires got crossed and in spite of his well-laid plans, he had found himself in his large circular water bed absolutely alone. Mary had been scheduled to meet him at his apartment only a few blocks away from the club, but she had called him at 4:00 a.m. - the club didn't close until 3:00 a.m. - and told him some story about her mother being sick. Jake didn't believe the magnificently proportioned brunette for one second, but what could he do? The girl had done him more than one favor, and what was more, she was one of the most popular kittens at the club. He knew that he would never count on her again for his personal pleasure, after she had let him down this one crucial time. It was crucial because Tess, the flighty girl Jake had been seeing in New York and whom he had persuaded to move -to San Francisco when he made the move, had upped and flown back to the East Coast.
Jake knew that it wasn't that the girl was that important to him ... she had been moody and unpredictable ... but what a body, and what a talent for bringing new girls back to his bed! Even though he generally had his pick of women, Jake was always interested in the unexpected. The woman on the subway sitting primly in the corner ... the girl behind the counter at the drugstore. And Tess had been an expert in gaining access for him to what he called "forbidden pussy," and for that, Jake was going to miss her sorely.
Jake cleared his desk so that there wasn't a single paper on it. "The bigger the man, the clearer the desk!" was another one of his mottos. Then he stood up and, reaching into a nearby closet, changed from his shirt and tie to a velour shirt of a similar burgundy as most of the carpets in the club. Only Jake's office had a different color - his was what he called "money green."
He moved slowly down the hall nodding to passing employees of the club and thinking his own thoughts, most of them about how he was going to replace Tess in his life, and the others about who he would find in his bed that evening. He'd had his eye on several girls, but he couldn't decide which one would be just perfect for that night.
An older woman, married and a regular customer with her husband at the club, had been phoning him for the past two weeks. He was considering taking her up on her offer, which apparently involved several other people ... a party of the kind Jake liked, but usually only when he was the host.
All this was on his mind when he entered the office that was generally set aside for interviews.
Christine was sitting on the couch. Jake looked at the shapely young blonde with interest and then sat behind the desk.
"Didn't Cherry tell you that you don't need the mask for the interview?" he asked, his eves lingering on the soft naked tops of his niece's breasts.
"No ... no, she didn't." Christine was terrified. She watched as her uncle looked down at the sheet in front of him - her application form. Cherry's words ran through her head. "Don't be shy!" Christine tried to summon up some courage from deep inside her.
Pretend he's not your uncle ... pretend he's just some man you've got to impress! she told herself.
"You don't really have to look at that!" she said boldly, and the voice that came from her lips was a surprise to her. It didn't sound like her at all! Jake looked up. "Oh?" he asked.
"No ... you see ... I'm perfect for the job!" Christine bragged.
"Are you now!" Jake was amused, and his lips creased into a tight smile.
"More perfect than you know!" Christine added.
Jake looked down at the sheet of paper and saw that the girl's name was Chrissy and that she was eighteen years old.
"It says here that you have no prior experience as a waitress ... " Jake said.
"Of course not!" Chrissy declared, for she was truly Chrissy Wells now, not Gates, getting deeper and deeper into her assumed personality. Her brain spun out thoughts so fast that she had no difficulty keeping up a steady stream of brash patter.
"You don't need an ordinary waitress!" she explained. "You need a woman ... like me!"
Jake laughed. The girl seemed very young and Jake suspected that she was putting on an act. But the act was interesting, and he found her refreshing and totally different from any of the others that he had interviewed.
"Well ... let's see what you look like!" he said good-naturedly.
Christine recognized his tone. He was talking to her in an almost fatherly voice ... one that reminded her of what it was like living at home with her mother and father... Uncle Jake's brother! She felt angry and the stubborn impetuous streak that dwelled within her came out.
"You don't need to see my face yet!" she exclaimed angrily. "I'm pretty ... don't you worry!" she added.
"It wasn't your face I was thinking of!" Jake retorted. And he realized that he was lying ... he wanted to see her face, but now, he became interested in the rest of her. She looked good as far as he could tell.
"Stand up!" he declared briskly, in a businesslike tone that frightened Christine back to her senses.
But she stood, slowly at first, and then she gathered herself together and rose to the full height of her stilletto heels. Boldly, she stood with her long slender legs spread slightly, her hands upon her hips and her head tossed slightly backward.
"See?" she said.
"Nice ... " Jake declared. There was something familiar about the girl ... something he couldn't quite place.
"You've got nice tits!" he said, hoping to shock. her.
Chrissy blushed, and was thankful that the mask hid most of her face. ".And nice pins... " "Pins?" she asked, her voice breaking.
"Yes ... legs ... " Jake replied, his smile still playing about his lips.
"Oh ... " Chrissy was embarrassed that she hadn't known what he was talking about.
Jake found himself slowly getting excited about this brash young creature in the office. She was wild like a young colt, and he had a thing about taming wild creatures, temporarily at least. In New York he'd once owned a young lion cub, but had finally had to give the animal away when the neighbors complained. He liked the idea of making a sweet young girl wild, and of making a wild young girl sweet. It appealed to his imagination, and as he continued to study Chrissy, he could feel his interest growing.
Predictably, Jake could feel his cock thickening. What would it be like to feel those pretty young thighs wrapped around his neck? Was the hair on her cunt as blonde as that on her head?
"Come here!" he said.
"What?" Chrissy asked uncertainly.
"I said, come here ... I want to check something out."
Hesitantly, Christine approached her uncle behind his desk. Finally she stood within a few feet of him, observing his dark, good-looking face, and feeling as though she were going to faint any second.
To her great surprise, her Uncle Jake reached out and put both his arms around her waist, drawing her to him so fast that she hadn't a moment to protest, and locking her onto his lap against his chest, he ground his mouth down onto hers, thrusting his tongue between her parted pink lips and swirling it wetly deep within her mouth.
Jake didn't believe in wasting any time. He had a theory that women were more responsive to the direct approach than to any other kind, and this was only one of many, many times when he had done such a thing. He was enjoying immensely, all the more because of his previous night's solitary sleeping, and the fact that this girl might prove interesting enough to replace Tess in his affections for a short while.
He could feel her fighting him at first, all of her tensed like a scared young bird, her heart racing against his chest, her small fists beating against him. He could feel those splendid breasts warm and soft as he held her fast, and beneath her trim little buttocks his swollen cock pulsed upward.
Little by little, he could feel her relaxing, giving in to his will as he continued the long penetrating kiss. He could feel the precise moment when her tender young body began to respond to his ... when her tongue moved languorously in response to his probing, when her mouth opened wider and her weight grew more and more dependent upon him. Christ, what a feeling!
He was warming her up with his steady tongue stroking in her mouth, and slowly his hands began to roam over her body, reaching first for the young blonde's trembling, frantically exposed breasts.
Christine was caught up in such a confusion of emotions that her head was spinning. She had never even considered the possibility that her own uncle might treat her this way, even though she had hoped he would mistake her at first for a stranger. It had never occurred to her that this might be the way her uncle treated all pretty young girls who were applying for positions at the club. She felt flushed, hot all over, and tiny pinpoints of prickly sensation raced through every portion on her body. She was held with such force upon her uncle's lap that she could hardly breath, and a powerful feeling was welling up inside her that made her feel as if she were going to explode. Following the first initial shock of his lips upon hers, his persistently pushing tongue following hers inside her mouth and making her submit to its lewdly wet probings, Christine felt her young inexperienced body being forced into a recognition of her uncle's body. His strong arms and the tensed cords of his legs pressing against her softness brought into play an entirely different response to that which she might ordinarily have had to the man who was her father's older brother.
She blinked her eyes tightly shut, trying not to succumb to the smoldering embers of fire that were building within her, but it was impossible. Uncle Jake was a real man! The thought entered her head with irrevocable certainty. This was the experience she had been seeking ... in a way the goal of her life. The idea that her own uncle could be attracted to her and could bring out such never-felt-before sensations inside her made her begin to tremble against him, and something inside her began to give itself up bit by bit to the luxurious feel of his mouth wetly pressing against hers.
She was so snug settled there on his lap, and she felt protected in a way she had never felt with her father. Uncle Jake's clothes smelled of a provocative masculine cologne, unlike the sweet one that her father wore. Within her cat costume, her mask still tightly in place, Christine was free to enjoy her uncle's embrace for the moment, free to soak up all this incredible experience and all the excitement that it was creating in her fifteen year old body and mind. Deep within the softly rounded pit of her belly she could feel something more mysterious and more pleasurable than anything she had ever known with her young boyfriend, and she could sense that this was only the beginning.
It was then that the hard throbbing mass of her uncle's thickening cock jerked upward against her buttocks, prodding into the well-defined split where her kitten costume molded the least amount of flesh possible within the satin material. The round moon shape of her buttocks was covered only by the thin smooth surface of her sheer tights, and it was almost like being completely naked.
The reality of what seemed to Christine to be an enormous object poking between her softly trembling buttocks created a sudden fear within her where none had been before. Her self-confidence and even her desire to continue this instructive lesson in kissing was abruptly ended. It was replaced by a startling realization that her uncle wanted much more from her than a kiss ... and Christine knew that she was not fully prepared for anything of the sort.
She pulled herself awkwardly away from the dark-haired manager of the Groovers' Club of San Francisco. She had to get away from there as quickly as possible!
"What's the matter, kitten? Bit off a little more than you can chew?" Jake teased, and Christine could feel his hands holding her firmly upon the upstanding bulge of his erect penis where it rose beneath the material of his trousers. She tried to squirm away, but it only seemed to make him hold her in a firmer grasp, and her Uncle Jake's throbbing penis seemed to be getting bigger and bigger with each passing second. She stared with large frightened eyes at Jake's twisted, handsome smile.
She reminded him of someone, Jake realized as he looked at her with the same amusement he had felt before. Only now something else was added to it, something different. He wanted to know a lot more about this girl. She might not be right for a kitten ... he needed them a lot harder and tougher than this young thing ... but she would be just right for his bed, now temporarily empty.
She had that indefinable something about her that sparked his interest ... something that set her off from other girls and women. For some reason, maybe because of her blonde hair, she reminded him of his brother's wife, Helen. He could still remember how those large round buttocks of hers had felt that night during the Erotic Quarter Hour in the Twilight Room. Maybe one day he would follow up on that, he mused, while clasping Christine's small wrists in his as she tried to pull away from him yet another time.
"I think we could both use a little drink!" he said to her, letting one finger trace over the almost naked curves of her rosy-toned breasts.
"P ... Please, sir! Let me go!" Christine implored. "I ... I have to go ... I can't stay here!"
"I thought you wanted the job so bad!" Jake said.
"I ... well ... but ... " Tears started spurting from her eyes, and they rolled down the side surfaces of her mask to drop onto her breasts, wetting them so that they glistened in the artificial light of the office.
"Well, there's no need to cry about it, sweetie!" Jake said. This was getting better and better, he thought. She was really beginning to excite him, and he could feel his already hard cock pulsing urgently.
"I ... I ... have to go home!" Christine blurted out.
"Oh, now, now ... not yet!" Jake stood up and let Christine slide off his lap, holding her so that she would not fall. Then he walked briskly away from her, assuming his businesslike tone again. With his back turned toward her he began to compose two brandy and soda. It was one of his favorite drinks no matter what time of day, and he was certain that its potency would have the desired effect upon Christine.
"Chrissy? Is that your name?" he said, his back still turned to the young girl.
Christine had been standing uncertainly by the desk, and when she heard her Uncle Jake call her name she nearly jumped out of her skin.
"Y ... yes," she stammered. She felt suddenly ridiculous in her costume, and she was aware of her image in one of the many mirrors that lined the office. She was still completely unrecognizable even to herself, but now she longed to run home and to be her old self in the security of her room.
"Here, drink this!" Jake commanded sternly, handing her the tall glass that fizzed up from the sparkling water he had added to the cognac.
"But ... but ... "
Jake waved one arm impatiently. "Just drink it!" he said. "And come sit over here!"
Christine did as she was told. She was afraid not to. Somehow she just couldn't turn and run from the room, and the tone of her uncle's voice was too stern to disobey.
Christine sat as primly as she could upon a white leather sofa that was so soft that she felt herself sinking into it at a strange angle that set her off balance. Jake moved in close to her, helping her to adjust to the enveloping sofa. His hands were hot and clinging, and every time he touched her naked skin, even though it was only her arms, Christine felt a hot flush expanding over her skin. She was sitting so low in the cushion that she could see her long shapely stockinged legs slightly raised in front of her.
Dutifully, she began to sip her drink. It tasted so awful at first that she didn't think she could stand to take another sip, but she did. It seemed the only thing to do. She was so nervous that she began to drink more and more of the strong liquid.
She became more and more uncomfortable as she felt her Uncle looking at her from his position beside her. She felt as though she were being undressed by his eyes, and she shivered and looked down into her glass, taking more and more of the unfamiliar alcohol into her system in hopes that it might calm her and give her some clue as to just how she could get away from her uncle in the most painless manner.
"You seem to like the drink after all!" Jake said, finally breaking the silence between them.
Christine didn't reply. Already she could feel the strange numbing effects of the brandy and soda in her system, as though a kind of paralysis were setting in. Her vision was blurring and her thoughts were getting hazy. Her fear was still there, but it felt different. A solution to her predicament seemed near, or perhaps it was already solved. She would sit here for a few more moments with her uncle, and then she would say, no thank you, I've changed my mind, I don't want the job ... and she'd get up and walk out.
Perhaps it wasn't all so horrible after all!
"Like fucking?" Jake asked in a low voice.
Christine jumped and tried to lift herself out of the soft sofa cushion, but it was impossible. She was aware of such words, certainly, for the boys and even the girls at school sometimes used this particular one ... but this was different. Here she was with her uncle and he thought she was just some girl!!! She remembered Cherry's expression and her tone of voice when she was speaking of "Mr. Gates", and she realized that many young girls, and probably a lot of the kittens who already worked at the club, -would be flattered to find themselves the object of Jake Gate's attention.
"NO!" she cried. "NO ... I ... don't ... I mean ...
"Just like you didn't want a drink... " Jake said smoothly, and the suggestive undertones in her voice caused near panic to seize her.
"No... " she said again, turning to face him, while still trying to maneuver herself out of the quicksand cushion of the sofa. But she felt weak ... and in spite of her terror, the memory of how she had watched a spider and a fly one time came back to her mind. She had seen the fly, much larger and seemingly stronger than the spider, become hopelessly entangled in the spider's web, and both fascinated and horrified she had seen him struggle until he could no longer move and the little spider had moved in for the final wrapping up.
"You don't understand ... " she tried to explain. But what could she say ... You see, I'm really your niece Christine? She would never want him to know now, that it had been she. It would have to remain a secret that she would never tell.
"I understand perfectly," Jake was saying, while Christine was stuck struggling to get her tongue untangled and her thoughts straightened out. "You just need a little persuasion. I'll bet your boyfriend persuades you all the time! I'll bet he fingers your little pussy until you can't take it anymore and then you start begging him for it!"
Mortified, Christine tried not to hear ... tried to stare at a spot over near the door, a spot where she hoped to be in a few seconds. But the words kept coming ... hot words that made her face grow a deeper and deeper tone of red beneath her mask. It felt hot and uncomfortable now over her face and head, but she couldn't take it off.
"I'll bet you look pretty, too, when you're all hot and bothered. I'd like to see what you look like!"
"NO! No! You mustn't talk to me like that ... you've got to let me leave ... " Once more she made a superhuman effort and was almost up on her feet, but Jake easily and gently pushed her back down.
"Of course you'll go home ... " he said, and his voice betrayed the excitement he was feeling. "But not before I've fucked you better than you've ever been fucked before!"
"BUT I'VE NEVER.. . " The words just came out, and there they were, hanging in the air. Christine closed her mouth tightly and felt the tears brimming in her eyes once again. "Oh please, please," she began to sob. "Please ... what can I do to make you understand?"
"You trying to tell me nobody's ever gotten into your little cunt? You must think I'm some kind of fool!" Jake was genuinely indignant, but underneath it something was telling him that it just might be possible ... and if it was, he had stumbled onto something better than he could possibly have dreamed up.
His old girl friend, Tess, had brought him a couple of virgins back in New York. One he had been quite successful with, but the other had never let him get in. He did seem to remember that she was very good with her hands, though, and with that little mouth. God, how old had the girl been anyway - thirteen or fourteen? Her little mouth had fluttered like a sweet wet butterfly over his cock and it took only a few licks for her to make him cum!
"Oh dear God... please don't make me do anything... " Christine sobbed, overcome with dreadful apprehension. The fifteen year old blonde cowered back into the corner of the seat, whimpering with fright. Her fears were justified as Jake moved in closer to his niece.
"No ... please!" she said, holding her hands out to ward off his approach.
"No reason to get all upset," Jake said softly. "I won't hurt you ... I'll treat you real good!" Already his arm was circling her, drawing her to him. "And I just bet that boyfriend of yours will be grateful to me for showing you a few new tricks. Your little pussy will get on fine with my cock!" he declared into her ear, never once suspecting that the nervous young girl was his brother's daughter ... the same girl that he had met for the first time a few days earlier at a family dinner.
Wild thoughts raced through Christine's mind. Could she get away from him if she began to pound against him? But he was drawing her to him, disregarding her small hands against his chest, his powerful arms crushing her to him as his open mouth came down in search of hers once more, found it and pressed his lips wetly to hers in a tightly grinding manner. She groaned and struggled feebly for a sudden panicky moment, feeling his hand pressed hard into the softness of her nakedly quivering breast.
"Dear God, NO!" she thought ... but already the little butterfly-like sensations were fluttering again through her stomach. Christine moaned in desperation. She couldn't fight him. He was too strong for her and now her own body was beginning to betray her. The effects of the drink she'd had had caused her to turn into a loose bundle of raw nerve ends, and her mind was rapidly losing control. She realized that it was useless to plead any more, and now she made no effort toward stopping her uncle as he slipped his hand inside the tightly compressing bodice of her costume, cupping the soft underneath of her naked breasts and sending tiny licking flames of passion over her virgin flesh. Small pinpricks of delicious feeling raced through the tip of her gently curved breast as her Uncle Jake rolled the stiffening little nipple maddeningly between his thumb and forefinger.
She could feel the heat of his breath rushing now against the shell-like orifice of her ear, and then he was moving his head to bring his lips down to lock wetly upon hers again. Christine felt herself sinking, as though she were drowning in a deep pool of water. With a groan, she found herself thrusting her small pointed tongue forward sharply into her uncle's mouth, letting him suck it deep into the wetness of his mouth.
His kisses were sending tremulous thrills of lust throughout her limp, unprotesting body. Jake sensed her compliance, and eased his head away, whispering, "Let's get you out of that ridiculous costume!
Then abruptly, a new realization of what was happening struck the fifteen year old blonde, and again she thought of breaking away and running :.:. fast as she could. But she doubted that her weakly dangling legs would support her! Feebly, she rolled her masked head back and forth in limp protest, her soft blonde curls already becoming tangled from her uncle's embrace. Her eyes were closed for what seemed a brief second and when she opened them Jake was naked to the waist and moving toward her again, his arm embracing her as her hand went flat against his warm, muscular chest. She could feel the soft patch of his dark chest hair tickling her palm, and then her uncle's mouth was glued to hers once more, his tongue sliding between her parted lips past the willingly opened barrier of her small white teeth, and Christine found herself sucking at it and thrusting and jabbing with her own.
Dazedly, she knew that something was going to happen to her that had never happened before. A part of her that was straining toward womanhood began to unfold within her, and unconsciously she let her hand slide to her uncle's chest ... her pink-tipped fingernail pulling softly against the tiny nipple, then squeezing and rolling it as he had done to her.
Christine felt him shiver against her in reaction to her touch, and a low groan escaped her uncle's lips. Exactly as though he were petting a small animal, Jake's hand began to trace up the soft hot flesh of her calf, rising unchecked to her inner thighs. The naked flesh of her thighs beneath the smooth silky tights was pliant and yet firm beneath his touch, and Christine felt her heart pounding faster and faster as her father's older brother let his fingers slide gently up inside the tight elastic legband of her costume. He knew exactly how the kitten outfits were constructed, and knew that within the band he would find the snaps that held up the long transparent stockings. Systematically, he undid each one. moving with ease from one leg to the other, and shortly his fingers were gliding over the naked flesh of Christine's warmly unresisting thighs. The stockings rolled down to above her knees, Christine presented a temptingly lewd picture to her excited uncle.
Christine felt ashamed and guilty, but it was all too much for her. A ravishing shock rippled along the flesh of her legs as once more she felt her father's older brother slipping his middle finger slowly under the legband of her costume, fingering the already moist band of her miniscule panties and slipping inward. She squirmed back against him again, trying to push at him, but his other hand was plying the tender flesh of her breasts, squeezing and stroking the creamy, sensitive teenage skin, and Uncle Jake was not to be denied. Christine whimpered helplessly as his fingertip found the narrow sensitive slit of her vagina and gently thrust into it, parting the soft pubic hair, the sparse golden curls that hid her virgin pussy, and making sudden contact with the tiny throbbing head of her clitoris. It was wet and slippery from the unwanted desire that permeated her loins, and Christine, sucking in her breath tightly, held back a groan of pleasure that she felt building from deep in her chest. She could feel tears of shame and fear cascading warmly down her cheeks as in her horror she found herself reacting involuntarily to the maddening caresses of her perspiration-covered breasts and her small, helplessly aroused pussy.
Jake could feel his lust-thickened cock growing so hard that he thought it might brust then and there if he weren't careful. The delightful young girl who had come to him for a job was growing excessively wet between her legs, and he could feel her hips begin to squirm in unintentional rhythm to the light teasing of his middle finger as it stroked and flicked against the twitching bud of the young girl's moistly throbbing cunt.
It wouldn't be long now, he felt, before that same little pussy would feel the blunt tip of his cock thrusting into it, and those long white legs would be wrapped tightly up around his neck. Back and forth his fingers glided within the hot wetness of her soft inner vaginal lips.
It was then, at that moment, that visions of her father loomed up in Christine's brain, and with sudden clarity she thought of this man who was caressing her so intimately, so magnificently, as someone truly kin to the authoritarian figure of her "Daddy." Her masquerade had gone too far, and she had fooled even herself into thinking of Uncle Jake as a stranger. But now it was all impossible, and her alcohol-fogged brain summoned up courage and strength from a far distant place as the young girl froze, stifling all the pleasure that was growing in her untried loins, and finally coming back to life to squirm and struggle with renewed strength as she tried to rake her fingernails into the naked flesh of his exposed chest.
"Damn you!" Jake snarled back at her, lurching backward to get beyond the reach of her attacking nails. "What the hell's the matter with you, anyway" he cried, furious that they had reached this advanced point and now she was fending him off. "If there's anything I hate it's a cock-tease!" he exclaimed, feeling all the frustrations he'd experienced within the last few days welling up in him as the young girl he had been so certain would fall into his clutches now tried to reject him completely.
He was not a man who was used to rejection, and what with his girl Tess having flown back to New York, and then the kitten waitress Mary not showing up the night before, Jake was beginning to feel considerably put out.
"Get away from me!" Christine shrieked. "Get away! Don't touch me ... let me go!"
His face purple with rage, Jake reached out and caught the frightened teenager's wrists and held them fast, throwing his weight on top of her and crushing her down to the sofa with his powerful body until she couldn't move a muscle.
"All right, you little cunt!" he growled. "You want to do it the hard way? Then that's the way we'll do it!" Jake reached down to the already half-undone bodice of Christine's costume and hooking his fingers into the wispy fabric, pulled and ripped the material away with one vicious jerk. Then his fingers scrabbled at the tiny clinging swatch of her panties and tore them downward, exposing all of the milk-toned naked flesh of his brother's only daughter to his lustfully scanning eyes.
Christine cringed away from him, sobbing and trying to defend herself as her uncle took in the fully exposed sight of her naked beauty.
She's absolutely beautiful! The words exploded in Jake's brain, and he felt himself almost dizzy with lust for the soft blonde flesh that was at his disposal. The small golden triangle of her cunt was like a beacon to his flesh as he contemplated it, already anticipating the way it would enclose his tingling hard cock, the way he would skewer wetly up into it and make it perfectly to his demanding penis.
"I was going to make it nice and easy like in the books!" Jake snarled down at the crying fifteen year old. "But now, Goddamnit, I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you!"
"OH, NO!" Christine cried. "1'm sorry ... please ...PLEASE DON'T DO IT TO ME! I'VE NEVER DONE IT BEFORE!"
"Well, there's always a first time, honey!" Jake replied, angry that she would keep up the pretense of being a virgin, even though a part of him wanted to believe her. Impatiently, he explored the full ripeness of her voluptuous thighs, the soft wispy blonde hair that covered the tight triangle of her pussy where it nestled between her tightly clenched limbs, the flat girlishness of her white-skinned belly. All this was now fully visible to his lusting gaze, and Christine wept, knowing somehow that after this she would never be the same again. As much as she had wanted to be a woman, to know all there was to know about men, the young girl in her sensed that life would never be quite as easy again, knowing unconsciously that from now on she would be hurtling through an adult world that would be full of wonders but completely devoid of certain securities she had taken for granted until now.
And it would all be because of Uncle Jake!
Through her tears, she saw him fumbling with his pants and felt them sliding away against her naked legs, down his lean hips, and she caught a glimpse of his thick hard cock in his hand. It was red and heavy-veined, the foreskin pulled all the way back to reveal the blunt-tipped head of it, and Christine cringed away, terrified at the sight of her uncle's fiercely menacing penis. Then he was grabbing at her again, forcing his way between her quivering legs, spreading her soft thighs unmercifully as he guided his lustfully throbbing cock forward, roughly shoving her unwilling legs behind her knees to raise them high as he used the thick rubbery head of his cock to spread the full fleshed lips of his brother's virgin daughter's untried pussy.
Christine tossed her head wildly, closing her eyes with a shudder of horror as she felt the big smooth cock-head creating a harsh electrical contact against the sensitively ragged edges of her involuntarily moistening pussy. She held her breath for what seemed to be an eternity, petrified in utter subjugation beneath her uncle's strong body.
"OOOOoooooh dear God!" she gasped, as she felt the first hard pressure against the tight elastic opening of her vaginal lips.
He pushed ...
"Aaaaaaaagh!" she cried out as the tip slipped through, cruelly stretching the tightly resilient passage where no man had ever been before until the blonde teenager felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the almost unbearable pressure.
"OOOooo God, please no, you're hurting me! It hurts too much! You're killing me!"
Suddenly Christine was screaming almost at the top of her voice as she jerked her eyes open in terror and saw the evil sadistic grin above her, her uncle's teeth flashing weirdly at her in the artificial light of the office. Dear God, she thought, he was almost killing her and he was enjoying it! Enjoying the sight of his own niece's suffering beneath the cruelty of his slowly relentless penetration of her helplessly exposed hair-fringed pussy ...
Then she saw the grin twisting his face give way to a contorted grimace of sheer, raw lust, as if he could barely stand it any longer. With an almost blinding illumination, it had become clear to him that the girl was a virgin! He had known some tight young cunts before, but none of them like this! He could feel himself going berserk at the chance that had brought this young girl to his office, that had made his assistant manager call him and ask him to do the interview for hire today. Beneath him, lie took in the debauched sight of her innocent young body, helplessly exposed beneath him with the pulsing head of his hardened cock disappearing up into the golden hair that lined her pussy lips. It felt so incredibly snug around the head of his cock ... almost impossibly tight!
"Jesus Christ!" he gasped. "I've got to fuck you right now!"
He came down heavily upon her, ignoring her pleas, his weight crushing her nakedly trembling body that still bore the traces of the raggedly torn kitten costume clinging here and there, the face mask still hiding his pretty teenage niece's features from him as he refrained from removing it, letting it add an extra spice of perversion to the occasion. When it was over he would see what she looked like ... who this magnificent creature was.
It was maddening not to see her face, and yet it made his desire mount' all the more acutely ... he would prolong seeing her fully for as long as possible, for already he was planning on knowing this girl for a long while, on offering her anything, almost any situation to keep her around. He thrust his hips forward with a smooth motion, grunting as he sent his long thick cock sliding into the fifteen year old blonde's virginal pussy, pushing the softly moist flesh of her untouched vaginal walls in pressured waves before it. There was no stopping him until, with a loud groan, he felt his testicles slapping heavily into the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched buttocks.
"OH GOD 0000000 NO0000000!" she wailed beneath him. She had never been entered before by anything, not even a finger, and now she was completely stuffed, filled so full that she felt as though her tiny cunt would give way at the seams. Her totally invaded passage felt as though Uncle Jake's plunging cock had ripped it into a thousand tiny shreds. Her uncle had speared into her without mercy or thought of injury, and the chunky knob of his cock had ripped away her tender hymen as if it were nothing. Now his heavily throbbing penis lay sunk deep in her whitely quivering belly, filling every part of her delicate insides. It was as if a burning pole of living fire were rammed into her down there, and there wasn't one tiny ridge of its lewd flesh that she could not feel as her own father's brother pressed his lust-driven cock tightly against the soft walls of her painfully quivering cunt.
She felt as though she had been skewered, as though this were a death blow rather than a life-giving force within her, and she remained immobile, afraid to stir for fear of the agony it would cause.
Silence hung heavily between them except for the loud panting of their labored breathing. Then, suddenly, she felt a throb from deep inside as he flexed his virile cock cruelly within her virgin cunt, jerking up into her another full half-inch.
"Auuuuuugh!" she grunted breathlessly, her face beneath the incongrous kitten mask twisting with the shooting pain.
"Oh, your cunt!" Jake intoned. "Your tight little baby cunt! And you never had it before ... you spread 'em, baby, and I'll give you something you'll never forget!" he taunted, flexing once more high inside the tightness of his niece's pain-filled passage.
The fifteen year old groaned deeper this time, the cords in her slender neck standing out from the pressure of her resistance. The burning pole of her uncle's cock inside her made it impossible for her to think. Her mind was a jumble of half-formed thoughts, phrases and bits of words. From her parted lips spilled the whimpers of pain aid outrage that accompanied his debauched attack upon her virgin flesh.
"Like it yet!!?" Jake panted down at her in brutish delight, for he himself was near ecstasy from the fierce massaging of the young girl's vainly resisting pussy against his excited cock.
Christine was unable to answer, only rolling her head in pain.
He flexed again, unable to control himself any longer.
"LIKE IT!?" he cried, flexing again. He wanted her to respond ... needed her to give him the pleasure of knowing he had aroused her with his hard driving cock.
"OOoooh ... yes ... YES!" Christine cried, afraid to offend her uncle for fear he would hurt her even more.
"Tell me about it then ... Let me hear about it!" he exclaimed impatiently.
"I ... I ... don't know ... I ... "
"Beg me for it!" he hissed lewdly.
"Oh no ... no ... please ... I ... can't!" she cried, her eyes pleading with him through the slits of the mask.
"Say `fuck me'... say you like my cock ... tell me you love it! NOW!" he commanded, throbbing the shaft of his desire-thickened cock deep into her quivering belly once more.
"PLEASE HELP ME ... HELP ME ... NO NO!" the frightened young girl fought with all her strength and courage to escape the depraved humiliation he was trying to inflict upon her. She could not willingly surrender to him now ... she couldn't! She wanted to kill him - HER OWN UNCLE!
But Jake let his desire-hardened cock throb deeper and deeper, beginning now to squeeze at the glistening mounds of her nakedly exposed breasts once more.
"YOU LITTLE BITCH!!! DO IT!" he commanded, his face contorted with a mixture of rage and desire. It would be nothing if she didn't like it ... or at least say she liked it ... and he was determined to force the words from her lips.
"Oooooooh!" Christine sobbed, her resistance to this man who was her own father's brother fleeing in the face of the helplessness and the pain of her position. "DO IT TO ME!" she blurted out. "FUCK ME!"
"Better!" Jake said, a little more softly. "Say it better ... " His voice toned down to a sinister whisper. "Say, `fuck me good and hard, darling' ... say, `oh fuck me hard, Jake, fuck me good and hard, darling' ... say, `oh, fuck my little cunt good, darling'!" he hissed, unwilling to leave even a tiny spark of pride for the proud young girl to hang on to.
"Fuck me ... fuck me, Jake ... " Christine hissed out between her teeth, tears inundating her kitten mask and wetting her lips with their salty taste. Beneath her back she could feel the clammy leather of the white soft sticking to her naked flesh as though she had been glued to it. Beyond the imposing figure of her uncle she was dimly aware of the opulently decorated office of the Groover's Club. How long had she been here? It seemed like days ... maybe weeks ... How long since she had talked back to her mother this morning, and ridden off to school on her bike? It all seemed very, very far away, and the innocence she had known that morning would never be recaptured now, no matter what.
"Fuck my little cunt hard, darling!" she offered weakly. Hearing the lewd words spill from her lips sent her at last to the utter depths of surrender. She would never be able to look her mother and father in the face again, she thought, not after this. None of it would have happened, she realized bitterly, if she had not been so headstrong, so stubborn.
For a long time now her mother and father had been .warning her. "You'll come to no good with that attitude, young lady!", her mother would say. "A hard head makes a soft behind!", her father had often told her in the days when he still spanked her. Well, now what she was getting was not the punishment of a spanking ... it was something quite different, it was a punishment that touched her very soul, her womanhood. She was being taken, conquered by a man, and she felt more like a mere receptacle for her uncle's lewd pleasure than a person in her own right. He didn't even know who she was!
All her mother and father's dire promises were coming true, and the worst was happening to her -largely, she felt, because she had chosen to disobey them at every turn. Whatever they cautioned her about, she had been certain to take the opposite point of view. To foil them, mystify them, and disobey them in every way, no matter how minute, had been her goal. Sometimes even she herself would wonder just why she was so bent on turning away from the mother and father who had so recently been her sweet Mommie and Daddy! But the teenager had found herself unable to control the almost blind rebellion that inhabited her and filled her with cruel and ruthless urges for freedom from her parents.
Now, she had finally reached that point she had desired both subconsciously and consciously, to do absolutely the most unthinkable thing just to thwart the good intentions of her mother and father!
Jake seemed to sense the loss of the fifteen year old blonde's last remaining ounce of resistance, and clamping his mouth wetly over hers, he began a slow rocking motion between his niece's fully parted thighs. The agony to Christine was like tiny explosions of gunpowder inside her searing the soft sensitive flesh as his steady motions widened the tight, narrow passage of her defenseless pussy with each short, smooth stroke. She groaned in hopeless defeat beneath her uncle.
And then suddenly her tormented young body, as though it were separated from her resisting mind, began an involuntary reaction. Lewd and overwhelming flames of desire coursed through her veins and she no longer had the strength to fight it. The realization that any moment she was going to surrender totally to the satyr-like form of her father's brother sent chills running along the base of her spine as the terrified young girl felt the slow rhythm of Uncle Jake's thickly penetrating cock skewering wetly into her untried depths.
Her entire being began to twist and writhe beneath his heavy weight and she groaned incessantly up into the moisture of his mouth, shoving her tongue with an abrupt abandon deep into her uncle's throat. Faint mewls of animalistic, servile acceptance raised from her lungs, her face wrung with passion, mouth gaping, neck straining, delicate nostrils flaring, a light sweat bursting out on her forehead beneath the hot muggy kitten mask and the disheveled pale blonde curls of her hair.
She felt Jake slip his big hands down over the naked curves of her sensuously quivering flesh to slide beneath the softness of her moving buttocks, cupping them harshly, one in each hand as he began to thrust with greater frenzy. Christine began to flex and unflex the muscles within the cushiony flesh of her buttocks while her uncle clutched his fingers tightly into the white firmness of her flesh. He jerked her harder to his tingling loins and she pulled her aching thighs back a little more, the moist wet hole of her pinkly glistening pussy opening to receive his battering cock to greater and greater depths. Miraculously, the maddening pain was passed now and her legs on either side of Jake's impaling shaft of male hardness were jerking and quivering in an abandon she could not control. Her thoughts silenced by the overpowering sensations, the teenager closed her eyes and slipped her tongue upward into her Uncle Jake's mouth, low hums of velvety pleasure rumbling in her throat like the purring of a gigantic cat. There was no longer any thought but the sensation of lying beneath her uncle, his naked flesh pressing hotly against hers as he took her virginity against her will.
He was slaving above her, moving suddenly into longer, smoother strokes that drew his lust-hardened cock nearly out of the young girl's clasping vagina on the backstroke and then plunging forward into her uplifted buttocks again until she could feel the harsh slap of his testicles against the exposed crevice of her anus. She began twisting and squirming wantonly under his ravishment of her nakedly widespread loins, and when he had brought his hand around to where his cock was sliding smoothly in and out of her clasping pussy, Christine felt him begin to fondle the softly hair-lined lips of her moist cunt, milking at his own rampaging cock and he continued to play there until groans of unrestrained lust formed in her throat and and escaped her lips. Her widening vaginal passage was steeped in hungry desire, swallowing the whole of her uncle's cock as he plunged mercilessly to her very core.
"AAhhh AAAaaa AAA!!! AAA!!!" Christine cried out as suddenly Jake quickened his thrust and the tormenting agony of pleasure caused her to thrash beneath him. She could feel him pressing his hands under her knees now, pushing them back hard against the leather of the sofa on either side of her shoulders, and marking the plane of her hair-trimmed pussy stretch wide open to the pile-driving pounding of his loins as he thrust brutally into her.
"OOOhhh, OOOhhoooh," she chanted beneath him, her face contorting the unrecognizable mask into an expression of insane passion that was totally new to her. Again, as if in response to her cry, her uncle quickened his stroke, grunting and groaning, grinding hard and deep, his thick cock boring hard up into the hidden recesses of, her womb. She was a tender mass of exquisite pleasure and she could feel the most magnificent pressure building inside her. Vaguely in her trance of desire, she was aware of his hands running over her unclothed body like searing tongues of flame, of his softly wet lips, of the hot friction of his naked body as he squirmed and swarmed against her. This was it! This was it! All she had wanted, all she had been waiting for!
She had miscalculated ... everything she had dreamed of would be different. This was the answer to everything! All of her adolescent anguish was at last being soothed, taken care of ... smashed to smithereens by her Uncle Jake!
"FUCK ME!" she cried. "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, JAKE DARLING! IT'S WONDERFUL! OH GOD, IT'S WONDERFUL!" she panted and writhed, and then heard his hot breath near her ear. His thrusting lust-driven cock was an unrelenting force raging and hurtling into her, making her tingle from the tips of her pearl-painted toenails to the back of her blonde head. It was a dream, too beautiful to be true! Her uncle was taking her on a journey, and now each time that he ground down into the open recesses of her flaring pussy, she could feel herself approaching the final destination.
She screamed and gasped out-" OH GOD OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!"
"ARE YOU CUMMING!?? ARE YOU CREAMING?" Uncle Jake's voice boomed down at her, and shaken to the marrow of her bones by his question, Christine felt herself hurtling across the edge of desire that she had been building up.
"OOOOOHHHHH YES! YES!!" she cried. "YES, I'M CUMMING, CUUUMMMMMMMMINNNNNNNG! OOOpO000HHH!" And even as she jerked and bucked against the darkly muscular body of her father's brother, she felt his stiffened cock grow larger still and tense within her climaxing cuntal walls and begin to pump hot, thick sperm far into her softly quivering belly, their juices mingling deep down inside her in a wet pool of bliss and passion she had never dreamed could possibly exist.
Over and over her tiny tightened muscles rippled against the tough yet smooth skin of her uncle's spending cock ... over and over she ground her hungrily sucking cunt up and back and around the still sliding ramrod of Jake's penis. The pink folds of her secret flesh within her grasped at the large, engorged instrument of her uncle's cock and tried to hold it, to keep it there, forever like that, good and hard and fulfilling. She was caught suspended upon it, carried to the highest point of excitement where she lingered, lovingly, un ail at last there seemed no more energy left to propel her.
"AAAAAAAaaaaahahahahaaaaahhhhh!" At last Christine's long lithe legs went limp, jumping convulsively and finally falling out at the sides, splayed obscenely on either side of her uncle's still heaving naked body. Her young heart pounded in her chest as though it would burst. Her body was beaten, bruised and satiated. She had just burst into a million pieces of pure joy and now the temporarily forgotten wave of humiliation and shame returned to her, flooding her mind as she remembered just where she was and who was lying on top of her with his thick penis buried to the hilt up inside her sperm-flooded belly.
She began .to whimper again, and slowly Jake Gates was pulling out of his niece, his deflating penis slipping from the tender wetness of her vagina with a lewd sucking noise. He poised above her, panting hard, himself dazed by the degree of intensity he had reached during the love-making with the young girl whom he thought was a stranger. He tried to stifle the old familiar feelings of tenderness that often rose up inside him after making love to a woman. These were feelings that were better hidden, he thought, even from himself. He did not want to be vulnerable, to be hurt, to find himself one day at the mercy of a woman just because he had gone off the deep end about her. It had only really happened to him once ... long ago in high school ... his first girl, his first and last real love. He had never forgiven her for what she had done to him, but more importantly, he had never forgiven himself for allowing the girl to get to him where it counted. It had been his first experience with infidelity, and he had been on the wrong end. He had promised himself even at that tender age that henceforth he would never be on the losing side in affairs of the heart.
As he lifted himself from the perspiration-drenched nakedness of the teenager beneath him, he was reminded by her creamy pale skin of that long ago sweetheart and their first night of love. His cock felt now that same mindless bliss that he had known then as a boy, and it was all he could do to keep from letting loose ... to keep from smothering the young girl whose virginity he had just taken with kisses, to bring her to life once more with his blunt-tipped penis and feel her stir around it again, this time letting her know what he really felt, how he loved her body and wanted her to love what he was doing to her.
With a hand that would have trembled had not Jake already begun to master the great emotion that he felt, he quickly reached forward and pulled Christine's mask upward and off of her face and head. The girl was wincing beneath him, as though the revelation of her face were accompanied by a blinding light, and Jake was struck by that same feeling of "deja vu", as though he had lived this moment before, known this girl before ... Was he sure that he wasn't still sixteen years old, making love to Betty-Lou Johnson who had already done it twice before, whereas it was his first time and he was trying to hide that obvious fact from her?
This was the first split second's reaction - then he realized that he was staring into the dark blue eyes of his own brother's daughter! As if to verify what seemed unbelievable to him, Christine burst into body-racking sobs.
"UNCLE JAKE, OH UNCLE JAKE - HOW COULD YOU, UNCLE JAKE?" she sobbed uncontrollably, her naked breasts jiggling as she trembled beneath him.
He raised up beside her, thunderstruck, his face a mask of terrorizing rage.
"HOW COULD I?" he cried, leaping up and away from her as quickly as he could. "YOU FUCKING LITTLE BITCH! YOU MADE ME DO IT!"
"I didn't ... nononono ... I didn't!!! It was all ... all a ... mistake!"
Furious and confused, Jake stalked to the bar and poured himself a snifter glass full of cognac and downed it neat. He turned, his face livid, and saw Christine ... oh, he recognized her now all right ... the same young niece he had hardly known at all until at his brother's house a few days before. She was the same girl, try as he might to make her someone else.
"SHIT!" he mumbled to himself, "I've just fucked Steve's daughter!" Christine was trying to clasp bits of torn fabric to her nakedness. She felt so sore between the legs that she wondered if it would ever go away. Still trembling and sobbing, she kept her eyes downcast, not daring to look her uncle in the face.
"YOU GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" Jake cried, reaching into a nearby closet and pulling out a silk robe. "Here, put this on!" He tossed the beige robe in her direction and saw her scramble to get it.
"WHY SHE'S NOT MORE THAN FIFTEEN YEARS OLD!" he thought, with a feeling of sinking farther and farther into a bottomless pit.
"AND DON'T COME BACK!" he cried. Christine hurriedly and shamefully donned the robe, letting it cover her shredded kitten costume. Her lovely milk-toned body, no longer virginal, felt overwarm and flushed inside the soft covering of the robe, and Christine hustled toward the door.
"I'M LEAVING! I'M LEAVING!" she replied, but a tone of defiancy crept in at the last. When she looked between her uncle's legs and saw, to her surprise, that his limp cock was jumping alive once, more she gained confidence. How dare he treat her like this ... it may have been her fault, but it was his, too.
"BUT I'M NOT SAYING I WON'T COME BACK, UNCLE JAKE!" she announced, and hurriedly flounced out the door, leaving Jake to stare at the stained and crumpled couch where he had just encountered the most delightful young pussy he'd ever known.
With the kind of insight that did not come often to him, Jake realized that the life he had gone to such pains to keep simple, or at least uninvolved, would no longer be so. No matter what happened next, he would always know that his own fifteen year old niece had brought out a carefully hidden emotion inside him.
There was a sudden buzz, and Jake pushed a button to his telephone and picked up the receiver.
"Mr. Gates, I just wanted to know if you hired that Chrissy girl ... she went running out of here so fast, she didn't say."
"Who is this?" Jake growled.
"This is Cherry, Mr. Gates." The voice was more feminine now, more coy. "I...I, uh, am the substitute cat mother this month while ... "
"Never mind ... I remember who you are. Just get your cunt in here on the double!"
"Yes sir!" Cherry's voice brightened and there was a click on her end.
Jake's hand went down to the heavily pulsing throb of his cock. "Christ! Gotta fuck something else quick!" he muttered.
Chapter 6
"I don't know what's wrong with that girl!" Helen Gates spoke her thoughts out loud to her husband. Steve, as usual, was sitting ensconced in his favorite chair, watching television.
"I just don't know what to do!" she added, annoyed that Steve had not even bothered to answer her. Sometimes she got the feeling that she just didn't exist at all with him ... that her words were just going into the air somewhere, not reaching human ears at all.
"Did you hear me?" she said, raising her voice in a distressed tone that she hoped would make her preoccupied husband sit up and take notice.
"Yes ... I heard you ... " Steve answered finally, his eye never leaving the screen where a harrassed mother on welfare was explaining to newsmen just why she was unable to feed her children adequately on the paltry sum of money supplied by the state. It was the news, and it was, as usual, bad. Steve did not know quite why he watched it all the time, but it was like a habit that he could not shake off. The horrifying events of the world fascinated him, and somehow made his own unsatisfying existence seem more worthwhile.
"What did I say, then?" Helen countered bitterly, glaring at Steve with mounting anger. If only he would take some interest in her, if only she had someone who really cared about what she was thinking ... about what she had done all day ... whether or not she felt well, or had a headache. If only she had someone like that' Instead, all she had was a teen-aged brat who had gotten completely out of hand and a husband who. as a general rule, bored her to tears!
"You don't know what to do ... " Steve replied. He was fascinated by the seamy existence of this welfare mother, by the numerous children crying and playing in the background. It was all magnified upon his color T.V. - the peeling wallpaper, the splotchy paint ...
" ... high lead content in the paint, is your boy in the hospital going to be all right?" the newscaster was sympathetic, but his questions were sharp, piercing, indecently personal.
"God willing!" the woman answered.
Helen was put out that Steve had chosen these words of hers to echo. But it was true that she didn't know what to do. Yet the way he said it made her sound like an incompetent mother ... even though she had done her best, done everything possible for the welfare of her daughter ever since she had been a baby.
"Steve, she came home from school at eight o'clock last night, didn't call or anything, and I caught her trying to sneak into her room without being seen. Steve, I don't know what the girl's been doing, but she looked like she'd either been in a fight ... or ... I don't know what!"
Helen hesitated to say what she really thought, that her fifteen-year-old daughter had been out making love with some boy. That her little baby was no longer a virgin, but had spread her legs and cried out beneath the hard penetrating shaft of a young boy's cock! She superstitiously felt that voicing her worst fears would in some awful way make them true. It was better to wait until the final proof was in before putting it into words.
"Well, discipline her, Helen." Steve, turned to look at his pretty blonde wife. "You're her mother ... I don't know what you expect me to do!" Steve wanted no part of it. It was too real, too potentially explosive. The less he knew about his daughter's most recent antics, the better he felt. Already, he was full of secret imaginings, secret fears about her, and he had decided to take himself out of it, to cover up all those funny thoughts about the way Christine looked so much like her mother ... when Helen was a girl. God, he knew how a young girl could want it once she had a taste of hard cock! He knew full well how it had been with Helen. Better not to even dwell upon it, he figured. Better to let his wife take care of it until Christine was grown up and married and out of the house. He could not bear the thought of that little baby cunt that he'd seen so much of from Christine's infancy until recently when she'd reached puberty and began to grow breasts and hips and thighs, and a soft downy covering of golden hair. The thought of its being stroked and caressed, the furry lips parted with searching fingers, the tight little vagina being penetrated, spread wide by some bastard cock! It was already clear to him that his young daughter was a highly sexed creature, a girl who would cry out and beg for more, and who would be sure to get it!
"LEAVE ME OUT OF IT, HELEN!" he cried. "IT'S YOUR JOB! YOU HANDLE HER!" His voice was harsh and loud, and Helen was startled by his response. She could feel tears welling into her eyes at his words, and she felt herself being condemned once more to a sort of limbo world, where she was expected to fulfill the position of wife and mother, but with no compensation whatsoever, no help from her husband, certainly, and no cooperation from her daughter. WHY? she wondered. Why did she have to go through all this ... for what?!
Helen jumped up and ran out of the room, her bathrobe trailing behind her. It was the pretty green one that Steve had gotten her for Mother's Day the year before. This year she had gotten perfume, and she was wearing that too, as though wearing his gifts would make him more attentive, make him remember that he perhaps still loved her.
She tried to hold back the worst of her sobs, but before she had left the room it was clear that she was crying uncontrollably. Steve stood up. Beside him on the table was a book that Helen had been reading.
"Women in Revolt" he read. Cursing, he threw the book across the room, where it fell with a thud against the wall and struck the floor.
"I'm getting out of here!" he muttered. He would go down to the corner saloon and get a few beers. Maybe a few drinks. Why shouldn't he, anyway? Here he was cooped up in a house with two women, both of them nuts... driving him crazy. A man had to have some peace!
He blustered around the living room for a few minutes, looking for his comb which he suspected had fallen out of his hip pocket. Then he snapped off the television set and, locating the comb on top of it, began to draw it through his sandy-colored hair. For some reason, he thought of his brother Jake. Probably in his office surrounded by those Groover Club kittens, getting them to massage him, jerk him off, suck him off! He felt blood surging to his cock as he remembered Mary and the incredible wet things she had done to him with her mouth right beneath the table in the nightclub. "Christ, what an experience!"
Often he had thought of going back, of trying to find out something about the girl, maybe seeing her somewhere else. But he didn't exactly know how to go about it, and contented himself with the exciting memory of what had happened.
Standing in the hall, about to put on his top coat, Steve lovingly passed his hand over his rampant cock, smoothing it downward, but at the same time giving himself an added stimulation.
From down the hall he heard music, and knew it was coming from Christine's room. On an impulse he went toward it and knocked softly.
"Come in!" an angry voice replied, and Steve pushed the door open. The sweet smell of incense rushed to his nostrils and he blinked in the semi-darkness of the room. Throbbing Indian music came from the little cassette player that Christine had gotten for her fifteenth birthday.
"What's that stuff?" Steve asked suspiciously. He had read something recently in Reader's Digest about pot smoking, something about people using incense to cover up the smell.
"Sandlewood, Daddy," Christine replied in a bored tone. "Don't worry, it's not marijuana. I wouldn't smoke pot at home!"
Steve was in the room ... trying to see everything clearly, trying to explain to himself how he could be finding himself in such a position where his own daughter was a stranger to him ... just some fresh girl living in his house, who had absolutely no respect for him!
He moved toward her. She was sitting cross-legged on the floor, clad in tight shorts and a halter top of matching florescent orange, so bright she fairly shone in the dark.
He reached down and grabbed her by the arms and began to shake her. He shook and shook, and could feel her limp, annoyingly limp, in his hands, her head shaking back and forth, pale blonde hair flying all over the place.
"It's too bad you're too big to spank!" he growled ficrcely at her, and teeth chattering, her entire body still being shaken by her father, Christine spat back at him, "GO AHEAD SPANK ME! DO YOU THINK I CARE? SPANK ME - MAYBE IT'LL MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER!" God how she hated him! Hated them both really. When would they ever leave her alone? Especially now, when she needed to get her head together, to think things out, to absorb the most important event that had ever happened to her in her entire life.
Steve could feel something kin to an explosion inside him as his daughter's words struck him. Would he spank her ... would he ever spank her! He turned her around brusquely, and awkwardly arranged her so that she was over his knees. Stumbling backwards toward her bed, he sat down heavily and began to hit. His hand came down as hard as he could get it to strike, and it slapped loudly upon the softly quivering roundness of his daughter's panty-covered buttocks.
He knew that it hurt - he wanted it to hurt! His teeth ground angrily against each other as he glared down at the defenselessly presented buttocks, feeling the tight mound of her little cunt pressing into the hard tensed sinew of one thigh.
"YOU'RE NOT HURTING ME! YOU'RE NOT HURTING ME!" Christine cried, but tears were streaming down her face. Yet she wouldn't give her father the satisfaction of begging him to stop.
In the next room, Helen lay in her bed, listening. A soft smile of satisfaction creased her lips as she realized that her husband was spanking Christine. That was what the girl needed, she thought, a good spanking. Perhaps everything would be all right after all. Perhaps Steve was interested in helping her handle things, despite what he had said. Helen turned her night light out and turned over in bed, her large white breasts, covered only by the sheer material of her nightgown, pressed into the pillow. She rubbed a little, feeling her nipples growing hard. The little thrills she was accustomed to feeling slid down her breasts toward her belly, and quietly her fingers searched them out, following a trail to the thin line that split the tender lips of her hair-lined cunt.
What would she imagine this time, she wondered, as the loud noises of spanking came through the wall to her ears. Would she think of the nightclub ... that night when she had been so close, so very close, to a deliciously secret orgasm, a totally forbidden climax brought on by her husband's older brother's probing fingers? Or would it be some stranger she had seen in the street, someone who had approached her in just the right way, who would come back to her house with her in the middle of the day. She would make drinks ... and they would move languidly into the bedroom.
* * *
"YOU CAN'T HURT ME!" Christine cried out in her bedroom next door. "YOU MONSTER! I HATE YOU!" she screamed, for her buttocks were red and sore beneath the tight material of her panties, and still her father would not stop.
"YOU'LL DO WHAT YOUR MOTHER TELLS YOU!" Steve cried. "NO MORE COMING IN AT ALL HOURS! YOU HEAR ME?"
Steve was livid, but something was troubling him. The more he spanked, the more he seemed to have to spank. This intimate contact with his daughter was a communication of sorts, and he was reluctant to give up. He was hardly aware that lie was feeling her pussy rubbing persistently against his leg, or that the tenderness of her buttocks beneath his slapping hand created an odd tingling. But his steadily hardening cock was aware of all this and began to throb beneath the material of his pants up against his blonde daughter's tremblingly bare belly.
"NO! I WON'T! I WON'T, I'LL DO WHAT I WANT! THIS IS A FREE COUNTRY!" Christine replied, sobbing openly now, for the pain was getting worse and she still felt quite sore from her Uncle Jake's surging hard cock the day before. The young teen-ager shifted slightly, trying to propel herself from her father's knees, and doing so she brushed heavily down upon his erectly quivering cock.
Steve 'felt a violent surge of lust traverse his entire body, and just as suddenly, he pushed, his half-clad daughter away from him.
"GET AWAY!" he cried, "Get away!" He was badly frightened. A few moments more and ... he didn't even want to think of it. Those tight little buttocks ... the naked thighs and legs ... Christine stood a good distance away from him, staring at him with hatred.
Had she noticed? He could not tell. Turning abruptly, he hurried from the room, too upset and embarrassed to say anything else.
He could feel her watching him leave, feel her hatred boring into his back. What had he done, for God's sake? How had he let himself do such a thing? Thoroughly shaken, he headed for the front door, wishing that he had gone straight out the way he had originally planned, swearing to himself that he would never set foot in his daughter's room again.
* * *
"Chrissy, Chrissy, Chrissy!" Christine gazed at herself in her mirror, changing the word over and over as though it were a ritual that would transform her into the person she wanted to be. She sat completely naked, feeling courage flowing into her with each passing second. Beside her on the floor was the clock that would tell her when to leave. Her mother's address book had furnished her with the address, and all she would have to do would be to wait until he arrived.
"Jake!" Christine murmured to the slim young blonde girl in the mirror, whose taut young rounded breasts pushed defiantly outward, whose trim belly and hips seemed to want caressing. "Jake ... Uncle Jake!" she sighed, her heart beating wildly as she brought back to her mind over and over again each second of her devastating experience with her father's brother.
It was not hard to stay awake so late when she had such an important goal. She had to see him again ... she had to let him know how she felt ... more important, she felt a need to know the shattering impact of his embrace again. Everything within her strained toward the recurrence of her first real experience. It was true that it had hurt at first, and that he had been rough, very rough, but my God, how magnificent he was. Christine could see him now, his dark curly hair and his tanned muscular body bending over her, menacing her, wanting her, taking her!
"Uncle Jake!" she whispered knowingly, her blue eyes gleaming back at her in the mirror.
When the time came, she got up and quickly dressed. She did not need much, she felt, only her short cotton shift dress and a pair of thick-soled high heels Lhat made her legs seem extra long and shapely. Underneath, she was completely naked, preferring to feel her so recently awakened body natural and ready for the loving she hoped to experience within a short time.
Her long blonde hair was brushed once more before she left her room, and she threw a yellow raincoat over her shoulders. The weather report had indicated that there might be early morning showers. It was now 2:44 a.m. according to her clock, and she slipped quietly out the door, tip-toeing her way down the hall, choosing to go through the kitchen and out the back door where her bike was waiting. The cool night air of San Francisco blew against her cheeks and billowed out her raincoat behind her as she pedalled away, her nakedly trembling pussy perched excitedly upon the seat of her bike. She could feel a tremulous shock against the delicate pink membrane of her pussy with each motion of her legs, and by the time she had gotten to her destination, Christine was so thoroughly aroused that she could feel her tiny cunt moistly throbbing with a newly acquired lust. Leaving her bike outside the apartment building, she strode purposefully toward the front entrance, her rose-colored lips pursed into the slight pout she wore when she was about to do something particularly naughty.
To her surprise, she saw that a stern-looking doorman was guarding the building. But she quickly recovered her courage, and walked saucily up to the uniformed man, her high heels clicking against the smooth concrete of the entrance way.
"Hello, I'm Chrissy Gates!" she smiled. "I've never seen you before ... but then I guess I've never been out this late before, either!" the cunning fifteen-year-old laughed good-naturedly. She saw the doorman's naturally suspicious expression turn to one of polite acceptance. Slowly, he swung the door open for her, taking in the clearly outlined contours of the young girl's breasts where her unbuttoned raincoat allowed them to show.
"I guess not, Miss Gates," he replied, thinking about what it might be like to take her into the basement employee's room with him. A nice little tidbit like that ... and nobody around at this hour. Looked like a hot little number, too ... looked like she was getting plenty of it!
"Good night, Ma'am!" he said as the young girl bounced in toward the elevator. It was lonely working at night, when other people were home snug in bed, getting laid by their wives, or looking at TV. By the time he got home, his wife would already be up, getting ready to go to work. No chance for getting any there.
He settled back onto his chair, observing the blonde girl as she got into the elevator. She turned and faced him, and smiled once more before the doors closed and the little lights over the elevator indicated that she was going up to the tenth floor.
Absent-mindedly he looked at the register for the building and noticed that there was a Gates on the tenth floor ... 10-B. That would be the new tenant, Jake Gates. He had seen him often, and often admitted the most enticing looking women to his apartment during the wee hours of the morning. And none of them ever left before he left work and the morning doorman came on. But he had always assumed that Gates was a bachelor, unless the girl was his daughter, and she certainly looked young enough.
He was suddenly depressed with the realization that at fifty-five he might never get a chance to have a young girl like that - not unless he figured out some way to get some money. With a face like his, the only thing a sweet young thing like that would go for would be money. And he'd be willing to give it to them, too, just for the pleasure of their company. He'd get more than one of them, two or three or even four, all at once! He'd be submerged in tits and cunts, lying somewhere on the bottom letting them wriggle all over his naked body, letting them do things to his cock that his wife would never do. Man, that would be the life!
Christine sat in the hall, slipping down to the floor to wait for her Uncle Jake to get home. Her bare legs were spread and her short skirt fell back, exposing the long length of her pale legs and thighs and the naked golden cunt that nestled between them, still tingling with desire from her recent ride across San Francisco. She had pedaled furiously, and walked up the steepest hills, gliding easily down the other side. And now, she had reached her destination! Things were really easy, once you set your mind to them, she thought, and any minute now her Uncle Jake would appear and everything would be perfect. Suddenly a thought occurred to her. She had rung the bell in the off chance that Jake might already have gotten home, but now she stood and tried the door. It was locked. Next she bent down and picked up the edge of the mat that lay in front of the door.
Success! The key, small and silvery, lay beneath the mat. Pouncing upon it, Christine picked it up and fit it into the lock of her uncle's apartment.
The key turned easily two times, and then she was inside. White walls and an astounding neatness met her eyes as she turned the lights on. The living room was vast and furnished with sleek modern furniture that bore little resemblance to anything her mother or father might pick out in a furniture store. Uncle Jake had class! Christine excitedly surveyed the entire apartment, examining each picture on the walls, each ashtray, each sculpture. All the paintings were of women, and the sculptures too ... most of them naked, and some not, but Christine got the general idea.
Turning out all the lights, Christine stole back to the bedroom, a large room with a big round bed in the middle of it. What was amazing was that the entire bed was surrounded by a planted garden, and there was a narrow walkway between the bed and the plants which looked like gravel from a distance but which proved to be soft pieces of foam rubber. Christine approached the bed through one of the laterally placed cross-walks of foam rubber and sat down upon its fur cover. To her surprise, the entire bed gave way and began to tremble and quake beneath her weight.
"A waterbed!" she exclaimed, and then she began to laugh and bounce up and down on the soft surface that molded to her body. She had not had so much fun since she was truly a little girl, the fifteen-year-old thought. It was exhilarating just being there, unsuspected, unannounced, bouncing on her Uncle's waterbed in the most luxurious apartment she had ever seen. One entire wall of the bedroom was curtained off, and when Christine got up and pulled the drapes back she saw that there was an enclosed terrace with glass doors leading to it.
Still smiling broadly, and feeling as though she had arrived at last, Christine began to remove her short dress, slipping it over her blonde hair and exposing her lithe young body to the quiet of the room. She walked over to the bed and gave a graceful leap, clearing the plants and landing in the middle of the waterbed, where she lay peacefully for some moments until the water vibrations died down and she was absolutely still. Then, suddenly serious, she reached out behind the bed for what she thought was the light switch, only to find the room immediately plunged into a deep ruby-re;, ' light. It was dark enough to sleep in, but light enough to see the details of the room. Christine loved it.
She lay back upon the bed, her soft white buttocks still paining her from her father's spanking, and her tiny gem-like pussy filled with a throbbing anticipation. She spread her long legs just ever so slightly, and rocked herself on the bed, feeling peaceful as a baby.
It didn't seem as though any time had passed at all when Christine gave a start and realized she had been sleeping. She heard voices in the hall, one of them-her Uncle Jake's for sure, and before she even had time to jump up someone was in the room. She sat up, frightened because she had been sleeping and in the process had completely forgotten just where she was.
"YOU!" Jake gaped at the naked young girl in his bed, his mouth hanging open in surprise. "I TOLD YOU I NEVER WANTED TO SEE YOU AGAIN! NOW GET OUT!" he cried, a thick vein standing out at his temple, and his dark face flushed as he glared at his niece.
"But!" Christine began. She looked pale and lovely, a frightened child-woman floating on a waterbed, but Jake did not want to see how lovely she was. She was a disturbance, a disruption in his life, a "bad scene" in the vernacular of the youthful companions he cultivated.
"But nothing ... how did you get here anyway?"
"The key ... " Christine was beginning to recover now, her original fright giving way to the underlying self-control and determination that were a part of her character. "You left it under the mat," she continued. "If you don't want company, don't leave you key under the mat!" she concluded saucily, flinging her long hair back over one shoulder with an imperious toss of her head.
"Goddamn little bitch!" Jake muttered, turning toward the voices that were now coming down the hall, and then indecisively turning back to the naked young teen-ager in his bed. He had already calculated her age ... he remembered precisely the summer when she had been conceived. His brother had been going out with Helen, and she'd caught him as sure as if she'd set a hunter's trap. He remembered his younger brother telling him that he'd "gotten Helen in trouble", and his own response, "How do you know ... it could have been anyone who knocked her up!" His brother Steve had not taken kindly to that remark, and within a few days after that discussion it was generally announced that he and Helen were getting married.
The fifteen-year-old on his bed was born some eight months later, in the month of April, if Jake was not mistaken. This same baby cunt that he'd so much enjoyed the day before was his own brother's daughter!
"What's going on?" Mary's sultry voice inquired, and she appeared in the doorway and peered over her employer's shoulder. Behind her came Reggie, the assistant manager at Jake's club, tall and thin and thoroughly interested in what could be going on in the bedroom. He crowded beside the two of them and looked into the bachelor's bedroom.
"Looks like you've got company already, Jake ... you didn't need us!" Mary smiled knowingly, taking in Christine's youthfully voluptuous body, pale against the furry cover of the quivering waterbed.
"Want us to leave?" Reggie drawled, a lot of amusement in his voice.
"No, she's leaving" Jake replied, wondering what the two of them would think if they knew that this naked girl was his own niece.
Christine backed away from them on the bed. She couldn't lose face now, she thought desperately, even though her plans had been foiled by her uncle bringing company back with him after the club closed. If she was going to leave, she wanted it to be on her own terms, not his! She pulled a part of the fur cover up to cover her exposed breasts whose tight little nipples were tensed from the general excitement of the moment, and moved as far back on the bed as she could as she saw Jake stepping forward toward her.
When he saw what his brother's only daughter was doing, Jake stopped. He felt consumed by anger, and angry with himself for letting this child play with him as though he were a schoolboy and she an experienced older woman.
"Okay" he said suddenly. "Okay ... you want to play games? I'll play games with you!" Jake turned to Mary and Reggie, who were looking at each other with arched eyebrows, silently communicating to each other their mutual amusement at whatever situation their boss, Jake, had gotten himself into.
"Let's get naked and play some games with the little girl!" Jake said nastily, and in response Reggie guffawed and Mary tittered.
"I mean it!" Jake shouted. Then his voice softened. "Come on, it's what she wants and it'll be fun." Besides, he thought to himself, it will teach her a good lesson. He would make sure that she never came back again. But Jake didn't even want to admit to himself that the most satisfying part of what he planned to do would be allowing himself to touch that smooth silky skin ... the almost too perfect beauty of her practically untouched body.
Mary shrugged. "Sure, Jake, why not!" she said. She was always willing to go along with the crowd, and it was particularly to her advantage to be nice to her boss after she had stood him up the other night. She began to slip out of her tight sweater and slacks, a matching blue pants set, the sweater of the kind of ribbing that one could see through and the pants, neat and bell-bottomed, curving tightly against the full roundness of the topless waitress's buttocks. Beneath her sweater her over-large breasts appeared amazingly balanced, perfectly shaped and a joy to every man who beheld them. Within moments she stood completely naked save for a thin garter belt of pale blue elastic that held up her light beige stockings. Between the statuesque columns of the attractive brunette's thighs, the dark curls of her hair-trimmed pussy created a focal point of attention, situated as they were in the creamy white setting of her gently rounded belly and hips.
She jiggled a little bit up and down, a habit she had, perhaps, in memory of the times when she was a topless dancer, gyrating and jiggling over the bar in a club near the bay while the men breathed heavily into their drinks, nursed their hard-ons, and tried to get her to acknowledge them with her eyes. When she wiggled now, Reggie, having followed her example, was himself in a totally naked state, his long lanky frame like a modern sculpture next to Jake's, who was so muscular that he could have posed for the after part of a muscle cream ad.
Christine watched in astonishment as the three adults rapidly stripped in front of her. It was all happening so fast it made her head spin. Instead of being able to concentrate on her darling Uncle Jake, she was forced to think about these other people. How would she ever get him to stop being mad at her with them there! How would she ever be able to let him know the full extent of her love? For Christine was certain that she did love him ... all the more perhaps because he was her uncle, more than just a simple man... he was related to her by blood, the perfect example of what her father could have become, but hadn't, she felt; using her strange teen-aged logic. Most of all she loved him for having been the one to propel her from what had seemed to be perpetual girlhood into the full-fledged world of a woman.
They were conferring over there, and she felt distinctly uncomfortable. Perhaps she ought to leave, she decided, beginning to scramble across to the other side of the round bed. But before she could put her feet down on the soft particles of foam rubber that surrounded the bed, they were upon her.
The terrified young girl tried to scream when she felt the hands grabbing her from the back. She could hear herself making muffled sounds instead of the frantic cries for help that she had wanted to make as a hand clamped firmly over her mouth. She was being hustled back onto the bed, six hands moving her, three bodies crowding around her. She thought she was going to faint then and there, but some sense of self-preservation kept her conscious. If she was going to be physically harmed by these maniacs, she had to remain as alert as possible to try to protect herself!
What were they going to do to her? She wanted to plead with them, to tell them that she had to leave now ... that she would leave right away if that was what her uncle wanted. She was being manipulated so that she was finally lying flat upon her back on the turbulently quavering waterbed. For a second nothing was touching her but the hand over her mouth, and she thought she might be able to escape them if she moved quickly enough. She tried to scramble up, but the man she'd heard them call Reggie pushed her back down with a steady hand and a determined look that frightened her. She knew that it was her Uncle Jake who was stationed behind her head, holding his hand over her mouth, and on her other side the outrageously large breasts of Mary jutted forth like scaled-down mountains of human flesh rising imperiously out over Christine's helplessly trapped body.
Her eyes were wide with terror as she lay there, feeling their curious eyes roaming over her nakedly defenseless body, knowing that they could do whatever they wanted to her, and she would be able to do absolutely nothing about it.
"We're not going to hurt you!" Mary's smoky voice reached her and the older woman's darkly limpid eyes stared with a glimmer of sympathy into Christine's.
The blonde fifteen-year-old gulped and trembled as she heard the others agree with Mary's words.
"No ... we're not going to hurt you!" Jake said, but it sounded to.Christine as though he wanted to, and she regretted ever having set foot in her uncle's apartment; ever, in fact, having gone to the club that fateful day when, dressed up in a ridiculously brief kitten costume, she had lost her virginity in such a devastating manner.
"Why would we want to hurt you?" Reggie chimed in sweetly. But Christine felt panic-stricken nonetheless. This was far from the scene of romantic lust that she had envisioned when she first decided to visit her playboy uncle in his apartment!
"Lesson one!" Jake said. "When you come to a man's apartment, you've got to expect strange things to happen to you'."
Dutifully, ludicrously, Mary nodded her dark curls in assent, thinking about all the men's apartments she'd been in and all the truly strange things that had happened to her. Many of them she'd liked, but there'd been quite a few of the other kind too, she thought sadly, but without bitterness. Life always seemed to take care of her, and she had a way of rolling neatly with the punches and landing on her feet, and more often than not in a better position than sshe'd been in before. Like now, instead of being a dancer in a crummy club, she had a good job at the classy Groovers' Club, where the boss liked her and was a good guy. She had a steady boyfriend who lived with her in her apartment and who didn't ask too many questions when she came in a great deal later than usual. What more could she ask, really?
"All too true!" Reggie added. He was beginning to enjoy the little game Jake was playing with the girl, and deep in his loins he could feel anticipation stirring. When would he get to fuck this luscious kid? Would Jake let him fuck her at all? He and Jake had had more than one romp in the hay with one or more girls, but Reggie knew that the older man was sometimes moody and could get some quirk about not doing something or other, or some weird idea that he wanted to be alone with a chick before anyone else had her. God only knew what the situation was here, Reggie mused, but one thing was certain, Reggie was going to do his best to get in on all of the action. The girl looked awfully young, he realized on close inspection of her flawless body and fresh features, but he knew his boss was smart enough to avoid getting involved with jail bait, so he assumed that the helpless blonde was at least eighteen.
"You start!" Jake announced as though it were some leisurely game of croquet in which they were indulging.
Reggie realized that Jake was nodding to him, and he flushed and moved forward and down onto the bed.
With a tremor of fear, Christine closed her eyes. She felt two hot palms slowly pushing her knees apart on the bed and she jerked and tried to stop them, but both Mary and her uncle prevented her. The hands on her legs were sliding hotly up the inner softness of her unprotected thighs. Why hadn't she stayed, at home!? She heard heavy breathing all around her and groaned from the awful humiliation of being touched by a complete stranger in such luridly helpless circumstances. She moaned and twitched as Reggie's fingers reached the tops of her thighs and smoothed along the sensitive naked flesh there.
The young girl could only hope that,it would be over soon. She knew that her Uncle Jake was trying to teach her a lesson, and unlike the ridiculous spanking her father had given her earlier that evening, Christine felt that this time she would be truly punished! Perhaps if she cooperated it would all be over faster and she could get out of there. It would all be a bad memory, but one which would add to her precious storehouse of information!
Reggie could feel his long penis swelling with desire. His fingers were moving and teasing against the tiny blonde strands of pussy hair that curled at the junction of the young girl's thighs. He was surprised at how still she lay now, almost as though she had resigned herself to what was happening. Perhaps Jake had been right, this was what she wanted ... well, he'd sure as hell give it to her!
Then he was actually touching the softly unprotected warmth of her palpitating cunt. He could feel the other's eyes on hire, observing everything he did, and he wanted to excel, to please his boss as well as to please himself. He wanted Mary's approval of the way he could handle a woman, and his middle finger began to play teasingly at the unwillingly resisting lips of the young teen-ager's pussy, and then flicked upward into the moisture of her involuntarily pulsing clitoris.
"Oooooooooh!" Christine moaned beneath her uncle's restraining hand. She felt so open and vulnerable down there between her legs, and she knew that they were all watching ... all waiting to see what would happen ... how she would respond to this lewd attack on her secret flesh.
Reggie peered greedily between Christine's widespread legs. She was a beautiful blonde nymphette to him, the kind one did not often see from such an advantageous position. He feasted lasciviously upon the tight, bearded little pussy between the girl's legs, while letting his finger softly stroke the pink petal-like interior of it, rubbing, rubbing until he could feel the little point of her clitoris up at the top of the hair-rimmed slit jerk to unwilling erection.
Christine felt tears streaming down her cheeks as she felt the untoward sensations being created within the trembling pit of her golden cunt. Mary was leaning over her now, holding her arms down on either side, and the older woman's large breasts pressed against her own breasts and against her chin. She could smell the heavy scent of the waitress's perfume ... Shalimar. Behind her, Christine could sense her Uncle's ominous presence. He hardly moved a muscle, but his hand remained firmly planted over her mouth, and she knew that he was going to make certain that she paid for the distress she'd caused him by coming to his apartment. It was all so confusing!
Small choking sounds were rising in her chest, but she tried to stifle them. Perhaps if she acted as though she were excited they would do whatever they wanted faster and leave her alone. She fell back in helpless submission. There was nothing else she could do after all! She had never felt so degraded, and it went very much against the rebellious teen-ager's nature.
Reggie looked up to Jake for advice.
"Should I fuck her now?" he inquired. Better to ask now than get stopped later.
Christine tensed, not knowing what her uncle was replying. He seemed to be making some kind of gestures behind her.
Jake removed his hand from his niece's mouth and with two hands began to stroke his own lustfully engorged cock. He was kneeling directly behind her head, with his knees slightly parted, so that his quiveringly hard cock, seen from Reggie's point of view, appeared to be sticking straight out of the top of Christine's blonde head.
"Nooo ... not yet," he drawled, meditatively, assessing the extent of his own lust and deciding to prolong the impromptu event as much as possible. It was too much fun and far too stimulating an event to rush through! The sight of the helpless blonde creature, who had tricked him into fucking her, spread out defenselessly like that on the soft rocking surface of the waterbed was incredible! He had to admit that his brother had not only chosen a beautiful wife, but he had an exquisite daughter! He'd never given his younger brother much credit for anything ever, but now he had to give credit where it was due.
The old rivalry between him and his brother had been revived in the most devastating manner, and he found himself responding to the worst impulses in himself and could not resist gloating for the briefest of seconds. "I've finger-fucked his wife, and I've screwed his daughter!" he thought. "Poor sap ! 1,
"Lick her split!" Jake mumbled. "Let's see you suck her off!"
Already, Reggie was kneeling up between Christine's spread and trembling legs. He bent over the helplessly spread female and first deeply inhaled the fragrance of her quivering pussy, moist and shining in the dark ruby light that flooded Jake's bedroom. The perfume of her body exhilarated him, and he felt a moment of giddyness.
God, she was beautiful!
Christine whimpered and stared helplessly upward, straining her eyes and having as a reward only the tortured, distorted features of her Uncle Jake's face as he peered down over her in a lasciviously supervisory manner.
Hesitantly, Reggie flicked out his tongue and wetly teased the slit of Christine's throbbingly exposed pussy. A mesh of his dark brown hair fell forward into his eyes, and he nervously brushed it back. Renewing his attack, his tongue ran over the tiny bits of smooth cuntal flesh as well as the curly golden hairs that surrounded the sensitive inner flesh. Christine jumped against the hands that held her, feeling Mary push her big soft breasts tighter down on top of her. Mary was softly chuckling. "Bet you can't make her cum!" she said teasingly.
Reggie looked up. "What do you bet?" he replied, his eyes sparkling.
"A blow job!" Mary replied.
"Is that all?" Jake interjected. "Make her give you a better deal than that, Reg," he muttered, his voice betraying the nervous excitement that continued to build inside him. His fingers played nervously along the smooth column of his rigid penis, teasing it and making it quiver with mounting desire.
Christine listened, scarcely believing what was happening to her. She was actually the object of an obscene bet between two strangers, and her own uncle was egging them on!
"Okay ... a blow job every day for ... "
"For a month!" Reggie said.
"Yeah ... all right, but you have to do it within five minutes!"
"You're on!"
In the dark red glow of the room a luminous clock dial could be seen just beyond the bed, inset into the wall. Mary focused upon it, and found the young girl beneath her pressuring breasts shiver as though from extreme cold.
"4:35!" Mary declared. "You've got 'til twenty of five!"
Christine jumped against the hands that held her, but to no avail ... Reggie, the assistant club manager, spread the soft hair-lined lips of her exposed and vulnerable pussy with his thumbs, and then his teasing tongue probed back into her widespread cunt. She felt him kneeling between her legs so that they would remain apart no matter what she did, and lie continued the lascivious stroking with his deftly worming tongue, moving it slowly up and down within her secret slit, pausing at the most sensitive areas to rotate it about in small titillating circles against the moist bare flesh.
Ooooooooh GOD! Christine thought she was going to go out of her mind. Never had anything felt so horrible. But she resisted crying out to them now, even though her mouth was free. She did not want to give them the added pleasure of her pleas. But inwardly, she repeated over and over to herself, I can't stand it, I can't stand it! This lewd act being performed upon her was something she had never even heard of, much less envisioned having done to her! It seemed the most shameful act she could imagine as the tongue teased mercilessly between the trembling lips of her spread pussy, working its way slowly all the way from her miniscule throbbing vagina all the way up to the heavily pulsing bud of her clitoris.
"Four minutes!" Mary's sultry voice announced, and Christine was filled with shame and despair. She was growing alarmed that this illicit sucking at her helpless cunt was beginning to make her squirm in a new way. Trying to push her hips down into the fluctuating surface of the waterbed did no good, for the moving water beneath the taut surface of its cover would sway her back up to meet her attacker's wetly covering mouth as though she were on the crest of a wave. Then the contact would be all the more acute, all the more wet and obscene.
She wanted to twist away to escape Reggie's punishing tongue, but it was impossible. Low guttural moans and pleas rose in her throat as the white plane of the fifteen-year-olds belly danced with nervous tremors before the eyes of the lustfully depraved trio.
His eyes rising upward from the writhing plane of the young girl's fully presented loins, Reggie looked beyond the golden-curled mound of her seeping pussy upward toward the exquisite beauty of Mary's nakedness where it lay across Christine's heaving breasts. Beyond sat Jake, his eyes mere slits of passion as he observed the erotic scene he had directed.
"She's getting hot now!" he muttered, his voice thick and strangled.
"Three and a half minutes!" Mary announced, squirming a bit more of herself on top of Christine's prone nakedness, feeling the thick protrusions of her own nipples growing stiff against the soft curves of the young girl's breasts.
It was true! Christine's groans of desperation were slowly changing. Her thrashing body was quieting down to a more steady and rhythmic writhing. Her deep humiliation was turning into another emotion. The soft gentle stroking of her Uncle Jake's assistant's tongue was beginning to bring a wicked tingle of pleasure to her helplessly trapped loins. She felt exhausted by what was happening to her, indeed by all that had happened recently, and an odd thought entered her tortured mind.
If this is your punishment, then you might as well enjoy it!
It was then that she felt her naked young body begin a definite responsive reaction to the lewd caresses to which it was being subjected. She felt control slipping away ... but something told her that she would have to get it back. How could she allow this to happen to her? But it kept on happening... her body had a will of its own! In spite of all resolve not to succumb, her tightly clenching vagina began to throb hotly and the wet tonguing of her erect clitoris was driving her insane.
Yes, no doubt this was her punishment. . , to actually enjoy this cruel act... to find this obscenity, this torment that was completely devoid of all love, exciting beyond her control! To be denied the ultimate pleasure of her uncle's personal embraces and to be made to perform like a trained seal in a circus.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!" she moaned in spite of her desire not to. Unwillingly, she began to squirm her hips upward to meet the assistant manager's tongue.
"MMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmm!" she repeated as he attached his mouth to the wide split of her hair-rimmed pussy and began to suck and lick upon the smoothly moist tissues inside the softly quivering elasticity of the half-hidden orifice.
"Ooooooooghhhhhhh!"
Suddenly there were hands all over her, reaching for her breasts, her belly, her hips and arms, touching everywhere, insinuating themselves between her breasts and the large covering breasts of the dark-haired waitress. Her nipples were being tormented by two different sets of fingers ... and her face was now covered by the hairy torso of her uncle as he leaned in over her, adding his hands to Mary's in a deft and frenzied exploration of his fifteen-year-old niece's temptingly exposed nakedness.
Both Jake and his pretty employee, Mary, were excited beyond control by the rising excitement of their teen-aged captive.
"AAAAaaaaaaagh!" Christine groaned, and then Reggie was wagging and bobbing his head furiously, causing wetly sucking noises between Christine's wide-flung thighs.
A rash of goose bumps rippled across Mary's naked flesh and across her full breasts that rose and fell heavily against Christine's breasts, her own fingers and Jake's twisting the tingling points of the outrageously aroused nipples, distending them and creating a heat between the two women's bodies. Jake's lips were at the nape of Mary's neck, beneath the heavy dark hair, nibbling wetly at her pale flesh there. Looking down, Mary could see Reggie's tongue working animal-like in seeming subjugation at the widespread tightness of the young blonde's pussy. Glancing across at the clock dial she murmured, "Two and a half minutes ... "
Reggie was bringing his hand down now into the narrow furrow separating Christine's creamy-white buttocks, and the teen-ager jerked her long legs high until her kneecaps were touching back against Mary's naked flanks, lying across her. The entire flat plane of her gleaming wet hair-lined pussy and the tight little puckered hole of her anus were presented to him as he flicked his tongue into the trembling nether opening. A long low moan escaped Christine's lips and she clenched her eyes tightly shut, her lips baring back over her teeth at the obvious sensations that were sent racing uncontrollably throughout her body.
"Ooooh, don't stop! Don't stop!" she suddenly whined, writhing her naked loins furiously at the hot flicking tongue licking without mercy between the open cheeks of her upraised buttocks.
Jake could hardly breath now, the rasping escaping his own throat and lungs had become so loud. His mouth was hot and dry and the prurient sensation between his thighs, racing up and down his rampant cock where he pressed it against the back of his niece's head, drove him wild. The feel of the two writhing women's breasts in his hands and the luxurious, almost tropical odor of the two of them together was almost too much to take. Never before in his life had he experienced such an intense fascination, such an acute and almost painful desire ... and it worried him somewhere in the back of his mind. What was happening ... was he losing his grip? Why was he flipping out over this girl, his fifteen-year-odd niece! What was the matter with him!!!
The tight, darkly curling hairs of Mary's moistening cunt were being pushed steadily against the fur of the bedcover as she wiggled about on top of the aroused young girl. The tiny prickly hairs of the fur tickled into the deep cleft of her pussy, sending tiny thrills throughout that experienced and willing area. '
"JESUS!" she cried out. "One minute!"
"OOOOOOohhhhhhGodddddd!" At the sound of the approaching deadline, Christine began to feel the incredible rising tide within her quivering belly. She was completely helpless, not only because of her uncle's lewd friends, but because of her own now uncontrolled desires. There was nothing to do ... no place to go but up ... up into the deliciously rising orgasm she felt beginning to build deep inside her hotly pulsating vagina. The sliding tongue wriggled and slipped within the golden hair-trimmed lips of her thoroughly stimulated cunt. With diabolical precision, her uncle's assistant touched her hopelessly aroused pussy in,just the right places and at just the right times! Now he stopped, ever so briefly ... now he started again, and with this renewed touch her gently rounded belly and loins suddenly exploded into orange and white sparks of fire. The blaze was lit in every vein of her body, creating raging conflagrations in every nook and cranny of her. The orgasm spread through her convulsively twisting body and she groaned out savagely as it hit her with full force in the soft buttery pit of her beseiged pussy.
"Oooooooh ... cummmmminggggg ... suck me suck meeeeeee!" she moaned, and the three others groaned with her, each struck in his own way by the significance of the teenaged girl's statement.
Flooding waves slipped forth from her widely parted vaginal lips as they trembled against the sucking lips that continued to propel her toward an indescribably ecstasy. Reggie made triumphantly loud sucking noises, his entire face fully ensconced within the wetly seeping confines of the young fifteen-year-olds tumultuously climaxing pussy.
"OOooooooHHHYYEEEEEEESSSSSSS!" she cried. The sweetness of it was startling, totally unprecedented ... bearing little relationship to the powerful orgasm she had achieved beneath her uncle's hard and driving cock. This was soft, yet piercing, striking at the center of her being and swirling outward in reverberating circles of increasing delight.
Reggie, panting, his face glistening with moisture, lifted himself hurriedly up, his quivering hardness poised directly over her blonde-haired cunt. He had to enter her, to strike deep into the violent orgasm that had won him his bet with Mary.
"I WON! I WON!" he announced, and with a mighty thrust he pushed the thick tip directly into the surging entrance of Christine's young cunt, pushing upward, continuing in the slowly continuous act of penetration that seemed to drive the teenager into a state of oblivious ecstasy, until finally it lay buried completely up within the confines of her white and trembling belly. Her knees were drawn back and held by his tense hands as he grunted forward, increasing the tumultuous state of Christine's cumming, spreading it and extending its pleasure with his hard, upsliding cock.
"UUUuuuuugh!" he grunted, sweat pouring from his forehead, every muscle straining as he felt the tightly convulsing cunt of the young blonde girl contracting wildly around his lust-engorged cock.
He grit his teeth at the almost unbearably pleasurable sensation, calling out in a gasping voice, "Fuck it! Fuck it! GOT TO FUCK YOU, SWEET BABY!"
Christine's reaction was of a violence that none of them had expected, and she began to buck her hips upward, rotating them so wildly that Reggie had to hold onto her thighs to keep from being thrown backwards. Again and again he shuffled in toward her on his knees, forcing his cock deep into her hungrily contracting cuntal channel. It was like sliding into the ripeness of a moist fruit, a pear or a giant strawberry, as the mewling, tossing blonde's hotly hungering pussy swallowed at his thrusting cock, pumping it lewdly, clutching at it as surely as a hand might have.
Above them, Jake rose up on his knees, his lustfully distorted features giving him now an almost demoniac look as his fingers worked upon his painfully hard and bloated penis.
"Give it to her! Give it to her!" he cried, baring his teeth in a fierce grin as the sensations all along his throbbing cock grew rapidly stronger, heading toward the breaking point.
"UuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhHHH!" Mary squealed lewdly, her full buttocks plainly visible to each of the men as she lay half on top of the wailing young captive, her breasts swollen and titillated against the perspiration dampness of Christine's naked, desire-filled breasts. But what was most important to the excited young waitress now was the slippery wetness of the fur cover, inundated as it was by her own sex fluids as she rubbed her spread pussy faster and faster against it. She knew she could cum this way, and she intended to! It was too good to pass up. The hopelessly aroused teenager's excitement was spreading through to her body as if by osmosis, and Mary knew that the girl was cumming again and again as Reggie's steadily rising cock pushed back the tenderly delicate folds of her overstimulated pussy with each forward lunge, sending the rounded head of his cock slamming against the sensitivity of her sinfully willing cervix high at the end of her narrow vaginal passage.
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhh!" Mary cried. "OOOooohhhhh yeeeeeeah! Oh ... unh uh uuuuuhhhhh!" Frantically, her lips sought others, and Christine's were the closest. Her orgasm spread from the fully open slit of her streaming dark-haired pussy throughout her gyrating loins. Her tongue thrust wetly between Christine's parted lips in a deep and satisfying kiss as Christine, beside herself from the multiple orgasms racking the sleek walls of her tormented pussy, returned the kiss with equal passion.
At the sight of the two women kissing while his assistant, Reggie, fucked into the moistly open cavern of his fifteen-year-old niece's blonde pussy, Jake felt his cock pushing, sliding, now actually racing forth through the clenching of his palm. With one hand he pulled down on the impossibly rock-hard flesh of his penis, while with the other he slipped the thick foreskin back and forth.
"AAAAAaahhhhhh! CHRISSY! CHRISSY!!!" he cried, startled at the sound of his brother's daughter's nickname on his own lips. It was unlike him, and the knowledge added to his torment, to the overpowering completion of his self-manipulation. Heretofore in the moment of climax he had learned to limit his expressions to neutral statements that would not commit him, even superstitiously and stubbornly refusing to pronounce the girl's name during their most intimate moments.
Christine had entered another world. Her ripe young body had burst through to a world of perpetual spring. Every section of her nakedly writhing body lustily responded to the rigidly impaling penis within her drenched pussy, and in a wild untamed ecstasy she felt she could go on this way forever. The most curious thing was that she was acutely aware of her uncle's presence behind Tier, of his part in this lustfully inspired attack upon her. And while it was Reggie's hard cock that churned within her tightly pleasure-seeking vagina and Mary's tongue which caressed hers and whose full creamy breasts smoothed and bounced against hers, somehow they were only extensions of her uncle, and she knew that truly it was he making love to her. Uncle Jake was the one who was bringing her all this pleasure.
"OH I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU LOVE YOU!" she murmured into Mary's wetly open mouth ... but it was her uncle that she was speaking to, and she wasn't even surprised when, as if in answer to her mutterings, there was a sudden wetness and big splotches of white cum were falling in her hair, covering Mary's face too as the topless waitress continued her deeply tormented kiss within the depths of the fifteen-year-old girl's mouth. More and more of Christine's uncle's thick semen splashed down until their faces were completely wet with it, their hair matted and tangled with it, but still they went on kissing and each felt the rising of yet another orgasm within the feminine confines of their desire-drenched loins.
Reggie could hold back no longer as he felt everything in Christine give way again, her milking pussy clinging and pumping at his swollen cock so fiercely that he too had to cum.
Nothing else mattered to Christine now but the agonizing sensuality of her predicament. All because of her uncle, she let the incredible feelings race inside her pulsing cunt, let her entire being quiver wildly as the thick head of Reggie's penis released a burning heat into her loins and Reggie's sperm filled her tiny inner pussy to overflowing.
The warmly wet, hair-lined cuntal flesh jerked and twitched spasmodically around the stranger's lust-driven cock as she gave herself up to the burning love she felt for her Uncle Jake.
"OOOOOOooooooHHHHHHhhhhhh!" she moaned. "GIVE IT TO ME!! GIVE IT TO ME!"
What a scene!" Reggie exclaimed as he looked at the others on the rolling waterbed. "WHAT A WILD FUCKIN' SCENE!"
Chapter 7
You haven't spent one night at home in a week!" Helen shouted. Her face was white with anger, and her pretty features were marked with fatigue from the sleepless nights she had spent.
She wanted to scream at him ... to tell her husband what she really thought, but she could not bring herself to accuse him directly. He stood tense and withdrawn at the refrigerator in the kitchen, where he had come to get himself a beer. Helen was scraping the dishes from a long and silent dinner during which neither of them had spoken a word except to say `thanks' or `pass the potatoes.'
Steve had been planning on staying in that evening, but when Helen turned on him he realized that he wouldn't; he would go out to the bars again and get drunk, much as the idea disgusted him. The night before he had even gone so far as to cry on the bartender's shoulder when the latter tried to get him to go home.
"Home? I can't go home!" he had exclaimed. "They're ganging up on me ... got me by short hairs. My little girl has turned into a Goddamned hippie. What am I gonna do? I tell her to stay home ... she sneaks out anyway! The two of them ... yelling and screaming all the time ... and nothing I do is right!"
"You got to put your foot down, buddy," the bartender had been sympathetic, but firm. "Them broads will turn you every way but loose if you don't show `em who's boss! I know - I got four JAI"' ters ... not cane boy in the lot'." But the bartender had been guiding him to the door, and he never got the chance to question him further.
"Stay here and look at you ... you got a face a mile long ... no thanks! I'd rather get drunk!" he replied to his wife nastily now, grabbing a Budweiser from the refrigerator and slamming the door shut.
"Oh ... I didn't think you'd noticed! All you do is look at TV anyway!" Helen answered, her mouth contorting strangely as she spit the words back at him. "You couldn't care less what goes on around here ... whether or not your daughter's turning into a whore!!"
Steve froze, but kept his back turned to his irate wife.
"Yes ... that's right ... THAT'S WHAT I SAID - A WHORE!!" Helen cried, tears once more streaming from her blue eyes. She had her husband's complete attention now, and she wasn't going to lose it. Still talking to his back, she continued. "I found a box of my birth control pills missing this morning ... and when I went looking for them, I found them in Christine's top drawer! She'd already taken four of them!"
Helen paused, the awful truth out. There was no room for doubt anymore about just what their teenage daughter was doing. Try as each of them might to avoid it, they had to face it now. But Helen was immediately contrite after having broken the dreadful news to her husband so bluntly. She could not see his face from across the kitchen, but his entire physique had changed. He was broken, older, in just those few seconds.
She moved toward him. If only somehow she could comfort him. The impulse was there, but she felt no comfort in her heart. There was only pain and loneliness inside her, and what she needed was a reassuring word from him. Still, she approached him where he stood immobilized by her words.
She reached out her hand and touched him lightly on the shoulder. There was a loud buzzing in her ears, and she realized that the dishwasher had just turned itself on. At the sound and the feel of his wife's touch on his shoulder, Steve uttered a raucous cry and bolted from the room. He ran straight through the house and out the front door, not even pausing to grab his raincoat. It had been raining for several days now, but this was the last thing on his mind.
Helen took off her apron and hung it on the peg by the stove. She turned off the light in the kitchen and went out. Christine, as usual, was not at home. She very rarely was these days, and her mother almost felt a sense of relief at not having to deal with her recalcitrant daughter. Almost, but not quite. The girl's absence was a silent testimony to her failure, and now that her husband spent most of his time away from home too, the failure was dual and complete. She had failed as a mother, and as a wife. What else was there for a woman?
There's more ... there's more ... there's got to be more! The words repeated themselves in her mind as she moved through the empty house to the bedroom and closed the door. Her husband was there so seldom recently that the room contained very little of him. It was her private room now, where Steve spent the night. .
Her address book was on the small table beside the bed next to the telephone extension. She fingered it, and then opened it to the G's. Then she began to dial ...
* * *
Jake sat in the low-slung chair that formed u part of the sitting area of his office at the Groover's Club. Outside, the faint sound of music pierced the thick paneling of his door. He leaned forward, elegant in his black tie and tux, his dark wavy hair gleaming with a natural luster, his strong features serious, earnest as he poured two martinis from a pitcher.
"I could have made you a James Bond Special," he said in an easy conversational tone, "You know ... shaken, not stirred."
Helen laughed nervously. "Oh, this will be just fine, thanks!" she said, avoiding her brother-in-law's eyes. What was she doing sitting here with this man? she wondered. Well, it was too late now to worry about it - she was there, after having called him and asked him if she could discuss a "personal problem" with him. Hurriedly, her heart pounding and her limbs trembling, she had dressed, donning her blue dress, the one that made her look so special. Within half an hour she was in a cab on her way downtown to the Groover's Club. How free she had felt, how daring. The light breeze had mussed her long blonde hair slightly as the cab sped through the winding San Francisco streets, and she had let it cool her flushed face. What a joy to leave that dreadful, depressing house behind her!
But now, it was different. Now that she was in his presence Helen felt foolish, as though she weren't a grown woman, but a young, inexperienced girl. All she could think of when confronted with her husband's older brother's dark and questioning eyes was the night in the dark when she had allowed him to take such liberties with her. Was he remembering it too? she wondered. Would he think that that was why she had come? Nothing could be farther from the truth, she thought, deluding herself only partially. She had needed someone to talk to ... someone who might be able to give her some much needed advice, not only about her daughter, but about her husband as well. She thought her husband's older brother could possibly give her some insight into Steve, some hint as to how to make things better between them.
But more than any of this, she had needed to be in the presence of a man. Even though she was nervous, it was gratifying to have him pouring her drinks, to feel him solicitous about her comfort, to feel like a pampered, pretty woman again! She tried to relax.
"I'll just stay a few minutes," she told him with a tense smile.
"No need to rush off, Helen," Jake replied. His mind was working a mile a minute ... had been ever since he had gotten his sister-in-law's call about forty minutes before.
Did she know? Did she suspect anything? Had Chrissy let something slip about just where she'd been going for the past week? Did they find something in his young teenage niece's room that would connect her with him?
On the exterior, he was calm and suave, the perfect gentleman. But underneath it all he felt the ravages of what his fifteen-year-old niece had done to him. He was no longer quite the same, and she was directly to blame. He couldn't keep his hands off the young girl, and she knew it. The mere thought of her was enough to give him a raging hard-on of such importance and magnitude that he would be forced to d-o something about it right away. The kittens who worked at the Club were used to having their boss circulate nervously among them in the dressing room before choosing one of them to carry off for a "little chat." The "little chat" most frequently clid not [urn out to involve words at all, but the hotly roving hands of their employer pulling and tugging at their costumes, searching for bits of their private flesh.
Most of them swore upon returning to their dressing room that they had not given in ... that "nothing much" had happened ... but Jake was not an easy man to say no to, and he had not failed once in his quest for solace among the beautiful girls he employed.
Christine would usually show up at his apartment in the wee hours of the morning. She would stay a few hours and leave him in a state of total and blissful oblivion. Unfortunately, his feeling of satisfaction would last only until morning, when he would wake up alone in his bed, alone and needing the ministrations of his little niece's tender lips upon his body.
"It's really good to see you!" Jake said, sitting down across from Christine's mother. "How's the family?" Jake felt his cock stiffen noticably as he thought of Christine.
To his alarm, Helen suddenly burst into tears. Oh Christ! he thought. He jumped up to comfort her, sitting next to her on the small love seat she was occupying. Putting his arm about her quaking shoulders, he made comforting noises and patted her as best he could. Across from him, he could see his big, beautiful, empty-topped desk.
"There ... there ... what's the trouble, Helen? Surely it's not that bad?"
"Oh, Jake ... I just don't know what's happening anymore. Both of them ... both Christine and Steve ... they're like strangers ... it's like living with two strangers! I can't stand it anymore ... I just can't!"
Her perfume was soft and gently; her hair smelled of it, as well as her skin. Jake was pressing in close to his sister-in-law, finding himself in the odd position of a comforter when he knew that at least part of the beautiful blonde's problems were due to him! But something automatic went to work inside him, a reversion to his over-simplified views where women were concerned. A crying woman ... the quickest way to stop a woman's tears was ...
He was ready, and he knew that within moments he would have Helen ready too. Hadn't she already as much as given in to him, the night in the Twilight Room. He had always thought about following through on that, but had thought better of it. Now, though, with everything so topsy-turvy, everything so crazy and mixed-up, why not? The exciting woman quivering and trembling next to his chest now was a damned sight closer to being his little Lolita of a niece than any of the blase Kittens who gave in to his sexual demands. She was Chrissy's mother!
Helen felt her brother-in-law's lips upon her neck, and then his breath was hot upon the exposed area of her chest, moving down to the cream-whiteness of her breasts. She continued to sob softly for a while, but she was completely limp in his arms. In her mind, she thought of the drinks, the quiet afternoon, the lover .who would come to the door. She would be waiting, knowing that shortly his hands would be touching her, loving her, making each part of her body desirable because of his desire. To be wanted ... to be desired like this ... this was why she had come ... this was what she had needed. Her long eyelashes fluttered wildly as she felt his face pressing against the heated surface of her breasts. Deep in her belly she felt the strongest surge of lust that she had ever known. She was finally doing it ... acting out her dream. She was blatantly giving herself to a man, asking for it, wanting it. And that man was her own husband's brother! But who he was didn't matter so much as what he was. He was a man who knew how to give her what she needed, of that she was sure, and had been certain of on an subconscious level for sometime.
A phrase from one of those new women's magazines she'd been reading sped through her mind as she felt her clothes being quickly but not too hastily peeled away. She kept her eyes half closed and submissively let herself be manipulated by his agile hands. It was all right ... it was perfect! "Women must strive to attain their own goals, not those which men have set for them!" That was what the article had said. Well, this was her goal - and her husband, Steve, had no one but himself to blame for her being in his brother's arms right now!
"Beautiful ... absolutely fabulous ... " Jake murmured over and over. He had Helen absolutely naked now, and the sight of her pale, almost transluscent, skin gleaming like a rich and exotic jewel in the setting of his velvet burgundy love seat made him feel as though his flesh was burning. He could see in this lovely creature the woman that his darling young niece would become. His jerking, lust-swollen cock transmitted to him urgent messages of desire, and hurriedly he too began to undress. He could already feel what it would be like to possess his willingly waiting sister-in-law, to know the delights of her flesh, joys that his brother had no doubt overlooked!
"Coming to get you ... comin' to get you!" he muttered down to the desire-drugged Helen. His shirt was flung across the office, landing on top of his desk, and now he struggled with his pants ... then with his shorts. The thick round shape of the head of his cock came into view, and then the entire shaft appeared and Helen uttered a little sigh as she seemed to feel it buried deep inside her moistening hair-covered cunt.
"Come ... come ... " she whispered, holding up her arms to her husband's brother. "Come to me! Hurry!"
* * *
Christine chuckled to herself as she thought of her plan. She approached the Groovers' Club with a sense of high adventure, but adventure of which she felt she would be in complete control this time, for it was true that she had her Uncle Jake just where she wanted him. Even though she herself craved his love and attention, she had already learned how to manipulate her smitten uncle. The sense of power was staggering to the young teenager, and she had already begun to revaluate her charms, the effect of her lithe body obviously being far greater than she would ever have imagined, not only upon her Uncle, but judging from that first night at his apartment, upon his friends - both male and female - as well!
She had gone over to her uncle's apartment earlier, knowing that he would not be there, and had gotten out of his closet one of the several kitten costumes that she had seen there. She assumed that some of her uncle's nocturnal visitors might have left them there. Hiding her outfit with a coat, she walked swiftly up the front steps of the club, and entered the elegantly appointed hall. It was easy enough to pass herself off as one of the waitresses once she has slipped in the door, and she headed for the area in which she knew her uncle's office would be.
She fished in her pocketbook for the small key, a duplicate to his office key that she had removed from Jake's key ring in the early hours of the morning. Her day had been long, since she had put in a day at school despite the fact that she had had very little sleep. She had failed a math test and gotten a zero during her History-Economics class when her teacher had asked them to explain what the "World Bank" was. Afterward, she had gone home and then left again to take in a movie, anything so that she wouldn't have to see her parents. It was during the movie that she had gotten the idea. The heroine of the movie masqueraded as a waitress in order to get a chance to see her one and only love, John Wayne. Even though she had no problem seeing her uncle, Christine was already tired of having to use his apartment as a meeting place. She wanted to be able to meet him other places, to go out to dinner with him, to go to parties!
It would be a good surprise for him when she entered his office, she felt, and he would see that it was ridiculous to insist that she stay away. She fit the small key into the lock and, after making sure that no one was around, began to turn it. There was a small alcove that served as an entrance way to Jake's office, and she slipped in there, closing the door softly behind her. Silently, her heart thudding with excitement, she unzipped the undercups of her costume to free her full, upturned breasts, just as many of the waitresses did each night.
She ran her fingers tentatively over the softly quivering-nipples in anticipation of what her Uncle Jake would soon be doing to her, then froze with her hands upon her rosy-tipped breasts, listening with all her might to the noises emanating from inside the office.
While the young fifteen-year-old girl stood listening outside in the alcove, her mother could feel Jake's hands hot and rough upon her naked flesh. One hand massaged her right breast while the other fondled and pinched at the nipple of her left. He had pulled his beautiful golden-haired sister-in-law down to the soft pile of the wall-to-wall carpeting, the better to stretch her out and take her at his leisure.
"Ssssssss," he hissed lewdly, drawing in his breath through his teeth as he looked at her reclining form. Helen could see everything that was happening to her as if from a great distance. A sane, cooly self-appraising self was watching and could see a woman lost in the throes of passion, responding blindly, groping out for fulfillment. It was as though a key had been turned in a lock that had been waiting all these years to be opened again, and she found herself thoroughly aroused, her thighs and softly trembling belly afire, all the old excitement back, the forbidden desire, the longing. She could no longer recall her despondency of a short while ago. Her daughter and her husband seemed a great distance away, and she was grateful for that.
Jake thought about his young niece, though, realizing that one day she'd be a fully grown woman ... a woman who would always remember that he was the first man who'd fucked her.
"Oooooooooh Jake ... Jake ... nooooo!"
Spreading his sister-in-law's legs wide, Jake approached, his bobbing cock heading straight for the defenseless spot between the adulterous mother's legs. A loud wail of delight which words could not express escaped Helen's honey-red lips and she lay back trembling beneath the thickly imbedded hardness of her brother-in-law's long hard penis. It felt so very good way up there inside of her, filling her totally, that she was afraid to move. At last a man was fucking her again, wanting her, instead of the unreliable and distant manipulations of her husband.
Christine was petrified, and a raging jealousy tore through her at the love sounds coming from the other room. Her uncle was making love to' another woman ... a woman whose voice sounded oddly familiar to her, but which she could not place for the moment. She felt shaky and everything within her was filled with a dreadful apprehension. It had all been so perfect before ... it has seemed as if it would last forever, but now that she listened to the strange gargling sounds that her uncle was creating with this unknown woman - her rival - it seemed that her world was ending. Her self-assurance and cockiness were completely eradicated in the face of this latest and most disturbing development. She felt destroyed, a foolish little girl standing in the alcove, while her chosen lover made passionate love to another woman.
"Fuck deeper ... fuck deeper, deeeeeeper!" Christine's mother screamed, clutching up at Jake and drawing him closer to her. Her breasts, full and silky-textured, brushed against the dark hairs of her brother-in-law's chest as he grabbed the straining cheeks of her greedily trembling buttocks and drove his stallion-like cock far up into the tight slippery wetness of her hair-fringed cunt. His powerful body gathered more and more strength with each pile-driving thrust as he rammed his lust-engorged penis brutally into Helen's clasping pussy.
"O o o ooooh," she moaned, "OH FUCK, FUCK!" These were the only words that counted now! She felt like a wanton whore, like a tramp who lived for nothing but this ... and suddenly she wanted her husband to know what she was doing ... her husband and, yes, her daughter too ... wanted them all to know that she was a woman ... a real woman and not just something for them to push around.
"Oooooooh, it's good, it's goooood," she cried out, receiving the brutal force of her husband's older brother in a state of raw lust. She had to have it, and that was all there was to it. With wanton abandon she began to cum, shamefully fast, wonderfully hard. It was a crashing, spiralling orgasm, the kind that she knew would be followed by another and still another until all of her lust for adultery was milked from her hotly streaming pussy.
Mother! Christine knew that voice ... from the start she had known it to be familiar, but never in her wildest dreams would she have associated it with her own mother! Now, though, there was little doubt in her mind that that was her own mother in there with her Uncle Jake ... her own mother there to spoil things for her once again!
She stepped from the partition of the alcove into the main room of the spacious office, which was in reality a suite of rooms comprising Jake's main office, another room in which his secretary and bookkeeper worked during the day, and a bathroom which had a separate area set aside for a small sauna unit.
Christine was frightened, but more outraged than anything else as she saw the naked couple linked lewdly together upon the floor of her Uncle Jake's office.
"Mother!" she cried in a loud piercing voice, "Mother, how could you?" In her excitement the young teenager had forgotten that she herself was standing bare-breasted before them, clad in the inviting outfit reserved for the kitten waitresses of the Club.
The guilty couple jumped up from their lascivious task, both Christine's mother and her uncle choking out the girl's name as they tried instinctively to cover their nakedness.
"You're just terrible ... just terrible!" Christine was shrieking, her nakedly trembling breasts shaking as she shook with rage. "He's mine ... he's all mine ... Uncle Jake is mine!" she shrieked hysterically.
Helen was grabbing up her clothes and trying to put them back on. Desperately, she was looking around her, seemingly for some way of escape from this terrible confrontation, and then the whole thing was suddenly clear to her and she realized why Christine was standing there in that costume with her breasts shockingly bare, her words telling a story so ugly that Helen could not help but understand.
"You!" she said. "You and ... and JAKE!"
The knowledge bubbled up inside her, mounting like an evil liquid, almost choking her with its potency. She turned to her newfound lover : . . her husband's brother ... as if for conformation, and saw that Jake was speechless, standing helplessly between the two women, his naked cock becoming limper by the second, his entire aspect one of s! trapped man. Then she knew that it was true.
Her reaction was far from what she might has expected if she had been told in advance whet would happen. Something inside her snapped, am l this screaming hussy in front of her was no longer her daughter ... she was only another woman ... another woman who wanted the man she had chosen.
"You little bitch!" she cried, running toward Christine. "He's not yours ... you think everything in this world is for you! Well, you're mistaken ... he belongs to whoever can get hirn, and I've got him now!"
She grabbed hold of Christine's hair and began to pull, shouting a steady stream of abusive words at the child she had born some fifteen years before, tumbling with her to the floor beneath the startled and alarmed gaze of her brother-in-law.
Helen just let the words come and the anger rage on ... she couldn't stop it now; she had been bottling it up for too long now, and to have her one moment of bliss ruined like this by her snip of a daughter was just too much to take!
"He doesn't want you!" she was crying, even while she felt Jake's hands trying to pull them apart. "He doesn't want a nothing kid - he wants a woman!"
Christine fought with all her might, scratching the naked flesh of the woman who attacked her. [low good it felt ... how complete and real ... to be striking back at her mother. The truth was out ... all the real truth about her mother and herself, and the desire she'd had to strike back at this woman who meddled in her life and who forbid her any real pleasure was now realized. She bit hard into the creamy white flesh, so similar to Her own, feeling her mother reciprocate by biting back equally hard. Helen's completely naked body buffeted against her daughter's as they rolled over mid over on the carpet, avoiding Jake's attempts to separate them.
Jake had never seen anything like it, and he somehow hoped he never would again. Mother and daughter pulling at each other's hair, the one half-naked, the other completely exposed ... it did not take long for him to realize that he would not be able to stop them by any ordinary means. Trying to calm himself, he went to the bar and poured himself a stiff drink and then returned to the scene of combat. Little by little he realized that lie was watching one of the. most sensual scenes he had ever had the pleasure to witness. These two women were actually fighting over him! As bare buttocks and naked breasts flashed and rolled, soft flesh pressed against softer flesh, Jake closed his ears to their cries and concentrated on the visual aspect of the situation. His previously unsatisfied cock began to stir to life, and by the time he poured himself a second drink, he had a full erection.
As the alcohol slid down his belly, he thought to himself, well, if they're fighting over me, perhaps they'd enjoy a little taste of what they both want!
For one brief moment the flushed and fleshy cheeks of his sister-in-law's milk-white buttocks were upturned in the air as she knelt over her daughter, trying to pull the young girl's fingers out of her long and tangled hair and pinning her bared shoulders to the rug in an attempt to gain the upper hand.
Jake stepped forward in that moment and grasped hold of Helen's obscenely presented buttocks. Between their quivering mounds he could spot the tiny pinkish opening of her anus. He aimed there and pushed so quickly and so hard that he knew he would get in. Pulling her hips backward with his hands, he skewered the struggling and screaming blonde his brother had married, pulling her back upon his rigidly thrusting cock.
"Aaaaaaargggggghh!" Helen was forced to lift up from her daughter's prostrate form, the pain in her wide split anal passage sending shooting sparks throughout her body as she felt herself being taken from behind by her own brother-in-law.
Christine cried out in double anguish as she realized what was happening to her mother. Her Uncle Jake was favoring her mother with his attentions ... she was losing the battle. She jumped to her feet and stood over the kneeling couple, tearing off her costume so that she would be as naked as her mother. Her mother's cries of pain reached her ears as she watched the two of them on the floor. Helen was trying hard to get away from the pain, but she was held fast, connected to Jake by his impaling cock and his restraining hands.
"A little something special ... " Jake explained, "for a special occasion. You wanted it ... here it is!" He peered down at the whitely widespread buttocks, feeling a completely deranged sense of power.
"You watch, Chrissy!" he commanded. "You're next! Now spread those legs wider!" he ordered, thinking that this woman who was groaning beneath him was normally a prim little housewife married to the typical Joe Blow - his brother and now she was being filled, her well-rounded buttocks spread wider than they could normally go by his fully ensconced cock.
"Next?" Chrissy cried. "I want to be first!"
Upon hearing this, Helen looked up at her daughter with hatred and announced, "Like hell you will!"
Helen's limbs were shuddering at the awful wet feeling back there in her nether crevice - it seemed so completely obscene, and the pain was getting steadily worse. But she was nevertheless determined to best her daughter, to show her that she was the better, the more capable of accommodating a real man's needs. Her face reddened, but even though she was in this humiliating position she was more than ever bent upon turning it to her advantage.
"Ohhhhh ... do it ... do it! I like it back there!" she wailed.
Jake was pleased with the results of his impromptu move. He was receiving messages of pleasure from his tightly surrounded cock, feeling Helen's anal channel contracting fiercely about its lust-thickened circumference. Sadistically, he began to rock and push, push and rock, working forward all the time, all the while pulling her helpless but determinedly willing body back to him so that eventually the smooth rubbery tip was all the way into the farthest point of the groaning blonde woman's tight, warm rectum.
Her slim young body completely unclothed now, Christine ran over . to. her uncle and began to try to pull him away from her mother.
"Me, me, me, me!" she exclaimed furiously, rubbing her naked loins up against his thrusting, gyrating buttocks as Jake flicked his loins forward into the rear passage of her pleadingly screaming mother.
"UUUuuuuuugnnnnghgh!" Helen groaned. "Yes ... fuck me there! Yes, yes ... "
Christine was out of her mind with jealousy. Uncle Jake, after all, had never done that to her!
Finally, Helen's voice began to trail off. Without the slightest warning a weird masochistic spark was ignited deep within her. From pretending pleasure, she was now actually receiving pleasure. Her belly quivered with definite pleasure as she tried to hold herself up on her hands and knees. Absurdly, the deep burgundy texture of the rug beneath her caught her attention. She could hear her own daughter's voice in the background crying out for attention. She was winning! Jake was still inside her, her arousal was complete and becoming apparent to Jake, who was himself mesmerized by the sight of his sister-in-law's oval-stretched nether ring being entered by his lust-engorged cock. The blonde housewife's buttocks had begun to twist beneath him, offering him encouragement as she lewdly wagged herself back at him in obscene invitation. He was slithering in deeper inside her than he had ever thought he could go, and it felt damned good and tight!
Behind him, a little nymphette, the girl who had caused all this insanity to happen to him, was rubbing and brushing her naked loins up against him. He could feel the naked hair-covered mound of her hot little cunt moving furiously against his hard thrusting buttocks.
"Hold my cock!" he called back to her. "Hold my balls!" Christine bent down and, lying between her uncle's slightly spread legs, reached up and took hold of the tiny bit of his cock that was still showing while the rest of it slid all the way up between her mother's heaving buttocks. She could see it all quite clearly, the underneath part of her mother's blonde pussy, the thick pole entering and m thdrawing from the tightly clenched orifice of leer mother's anus, the hanging, swaying testicles which she began to massage systematically, hoping to call more attention to herself by giving her uncle more pleasure.
"Oooooohhhhh Jake ... JJAAAAAAAKKKE!" Helen moaned in helpless surrender. She could no longer hold herself up with her hands, and her face and shoulders skidded against the rug with each forward thrust. The nipples of her breasts were mercilessly rubbed against the wool of the rug and this friction added to her total immersion in ecstasy. The pleasure she was getting was different ... completely different from regular love making ... it was such a revelation that she could actually enjoy such a lewd act that the formerly faithful wife felt herself going half crazy with delight. Her whole body undulated and jerked, her blonde hair flew in all directions, and her mouth gaped open, fish-like.
"Oh my God, oh Jake, what are you doing to me ... what's happening... " her wild entreaty was interrupted by the eruption of Helen's first anal orgasm.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH OOOOOOHHHHHH 000000!" she cried, dancing obscenely back into her brother-in-law's lunging cock, her heart palpitating. The frenzied delight spread to her almost ignored cunt, and she felt it take hold there with an unprecedented strength, filling her streaming vagina with shocks of tremulous passion as it passed.
"Ohhhhh I'mmmmmm cumminggggg ... I'mmmmm cuminggg!" she screamed out.
"Shit, yes!" Jake replied. "Shit, yes ... " His fingers dropped down to touch Helen's thighs and reaching underneath he began to manipulate the passion-moistened lips of his brother's wife's passion-drenched pussy. He fucked once ... twice ... three times more into her spreading anal channel and then his groans mingled with hers.
Underneath him, the fifteen-year-old girl licked and sucked with a maddening precision at the swinging sac of his testicles. Unknown to either her mother or her uncle, Christine let her own fingers squirm moistly up into the warmly clenching mouth of her own pussy, rubbing hard against the rising bud of her clitoris until she brought herself to a precipitous climax that sought to outrace those of her elders.
All three of them together felt the acute thrill of mutual climax overtaking them and wailing with pleasure they writhed wildly, uncontrollably together on the floor. Jake's cock grew stiffer and then, bursting with his heavy load of excitation, he released his sperm deep and flood-like up into Helen's wildly sucking anal passage. "Ooooooohhhhhh ... " "Aaaaaaaaaa ... " "Mmmmmmmmmm ... " Legs and arms trembling, mouths hanging open, eyes closed; it was many long moments before they all collapsed upon the rug, stunned.
Chapter 8
"But sir, Mary isn't working tonight, I assure you ... And I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave."
"Where's my brother then? I don't believe he's not in there ... probably fucking Mary ... right? Haha ... covering up for your boss, eh ... well, you can tell me. I'm his brother, for chrissakes ... "
The pretty young woman had been trying to deal with the inebriated man who claimed to be Jake Gate's brother for a few minutes now. Mr. Gates didn't answer the buzzer in his office although she knew that he was somewhere in the building. She had just made up her mind to call one of the many bouncers the Groovers' Club employed to protect the half-naked Kittens from over-enthusiastic customers. The manager's alleged brother had come in several sheets to the wind, his sandy hair mussed, his eyes bloodshot and reeking of whiskey. He stood at the small reception desk and asked for Mary first off, declaring himself to be an "intimate" friend of the buxom, dark-haired topless waitress. She would want to see him, he told the pretty girl behind the desk. If she knew he was there, she would come running out to meet him. He only turned nasty after he was told that it was Mary's night off, and then was frustrated in his attempts to contact his brother Jake.
"I can put two and two together!" he declared now. "I'm no fool ... even though everybody seems to think I am!"
Just as the young girl pushed the button that would call for assistance, Steve lurched down the hall. When the girl started crying out after him, he began to run. He had turned the corner and was breathlessly looking for some sign of his brother's office among the beautiful dark wood doors that lined the hallway.
With the uncanny sense of a drunk, he found it within a few moments and began to pound loudly upon the door.
"Open up! Open up!"
Inside, Jake jumped up and ran to the door. "What the fuck is going on?" he cried out, his naked cock swaying as he bounded toward the entrance of his office. Behind him, he left two exhausted women lying on the floor near his desk.
He grabbed hold of one of the many beige silk robes that he kept in readiness in most of the offices of the club and, covering himself with it, opened the door just a crack, ready to deal with whatever untoward event was occuring in his domain.
"You ought to know better than to come pounding on my door like that!" he was saying in his best manager's tone, when he found himself looking directly into his younger brother's bloodshot eyes. Immediately, he tried to slam the door shut again, but Steve was too quick for him.
"I know you're fucking Mary!" he said, nastily, holding his foot in the door. "I know it! But you don't know ... that girl's got a thing for me ... and tonight I'm gonna make her very very happy ... where is she?"
In the horrifying and fleeting seconds that were passing while he faced his drunken brother in the doorway, while his own brother's wife and daughter were only a few feet away, totally naked and recovering from their orgy of lust, Steve thought of many things. One of them was that the chickens were coming home to roost ... he was paying now for the "harmless" little joke he'd started when he'd first sent Mary over that night to suck his brother's cock beneath the table in the Twilight Room. This moment was a direct result of that fateful night.
And then it was all happening too fast for him to do anything about it. His brother swung with his left, something he'd been wanting to do for many years, and connected. Jake went flying against the wall of the alcove and Steve tore into the room, standing in the middle of the spacious office, looking around and snorting like a bull.
There was no one there. "MARY!" he yelled, "COME ON OUT! I KNOW YOU'RE THERE!"
There was no answer, and Jake was staggering to his feet. Steve saw that there was another door in the room and headed toward it not bothering to try the door but pushing his shoulder against it and barging twice into the hard wood. The third time it gave way, and there were shrieks of fear from inside.
Steve found himself staring at the more or less clothed figures of his wife and his daughter. They had not had time to get all of their clothes on. In this moment of adversity they clung together, Helen wearing a revealing chemise of a soft pink silk and one stocking, while her daughter, Christine, wore only the tights of her kitten costume.
Together they looked more like sisters than mother and daughter, each of them blonde and pale with the same deep blue eyes and fine features. Steve thought that he was hallucinating, and he stood for what seemed an eternity to the two women, gaping at them, trying to straighten it all out in his inebriated brain. He felt the room spinning beneath his feet and his legs were rubbery and soft. He had so expected to see Mary the brunette waitress - but now here were his wife Helen and his daughter Christine, in the same position he had expected to find the waitress in ... unclothed, frightened, caught making it with the boss.
"You ... you ... you!" he cried, tears spurting from his eyes. He started for Helen, but Christine pushed her mother behind her.
"No, Daddy, no! Don't hurt my mother!"
Jake was on his feet now and staggering into the room. "Nobody's going to get hurt around here," he declared, "not if I can help it!"
Steve whirled to face his older brother.
"My Wife ... my daughter! What have you done to them?"
"Now hold on, old man ... " Jake stalled for time. Just what did one do under these circumstances, anyway? He had been caught by irate husbands twice in his long bachelor's career, but never had the husband been his brother, nor the women his brother's wife and daughter.
Christine stepped forward boldly, wearing her nakedness proudly. She addressed her father with a calm, even voice. "I'll take care of all this," she said. "Uncle Jake, you take Mom into the other room, and let me talk to Daddy. I can explain everything so that he'll understand it."
It was grasping at straws, but Jake was grateful to his teenage niece for suggesting something, anything that might serve as a solution to this mess! Without wasting a moment, he grasped Helen by the hand and led her from the room into his office, closing the door softly behind them. Helen left tearfully, but silently, clasping the remains of her clothing in her arms.
Once they were alone, Christine realized that she really didn't have any plan for calming her father down. Her words had come instinctively because the fifteen year old girl sensed that she was the most capable person in the room at the time.
"You just lie down a second, Daddy," she said, smiling. "I'll fix you a drink. All this is perfectly explainable, perfectly ... "
Steve was as easily manipulated as a little baby. All his bluster was gone, lost in the utterly confusing events of the last few moments.
The evening had started simply enough a few hours before. He had been drinking boilermakers, just to see what would happen, first in Harry's Bar and then in several bars which were only blurs to him now. Right now, he couldn't even remember that he had decided abruptly in the middle of a beer to go and find that intriguing girl, Mary, the one who had sucked him off so well beneath the table. How could you forget a girl like that! But now he was stunned, totally drained, by the startling reality of his discovery, and Steve lay back upon a nearby couch just as his daughter had suggested, his hand falling naturally over his eyes as he closed them tightly.
God, he was tired ... too tired to care about anything!
Christine was surprised to find her father doing as he was told. It raised her hopes and brought back a bit of the self-confidence she had lost so quickly when she had discovered her mother and uncle together.
She searched within herself for a solution to the problems besetting them all, for she had learned abruptly that she did love her mother, loved her enough to not see her hurt physically by her angry father, at least. She knew now that she would stand by her mother when all the chips were down, no matter how much animosity might be left between them. They had shared a common cause, loved a common man, and even though these thoughts were not completely lucid in her mind she understood them, anyway.
The only weapons and powers that the half-dressed young blonde knew were contained within the luscious contours of her body. She observed the worn and haggard figure of her father as he lay there on the couch in the small room attached to Uncle Jake's office. Christine moved forward and bent over her father, her mind made up. She began to remove her father's belt. He lay completely still as though he were sleeping, but Christine sensed that he was only stunned into action. She unzipped his fly quickly and deftly, having had considerable practice with her Uncle Jake in the past week, and then she reached in and withdrew the semi-hard length of her father's penis; feeling it stirring and hardening in the palm of her small hand as she exposed it to her sight.
It was big ... bigger even than Uncle Jake's, she saw, and she was intrigued by it's size as well as the way it continued to swell in her hands even though her father still had not moved. Still holding it with one hand, she wriggled hurriedly out of her tights until she was once more naked, the soft pink nipples of her breasts quivering to erectness as she slowly, ever so slowly, began to climb up onto the sofa. Then, she released the pulsingly alive cock that she had fondled to erection and in a strange ritualistic gesture raised both arms above her head as she straddled the prone form of her father, lifting her thick blonde hair up from her shoulders and letting it fall back down. Seeing that her father had not yet made a move to stop her even though his cock was in a turgid state of readiness, she began to lower herself down. With her legs widespread upon the sofa, one dainty foot on either side of her father's immobile body, she let the softly golden mound spread open, her small cuntal lips opening wider still as they approached the long upright shaft directly below.
In his state of stupor Steve was dimly aware of what was happening, though it didn't really seem to be happening to him. He knew only that his little girl was nakedly approaching his exposed cock ... that she had indeed released his pounding hardness from the security of his trousers.
This one fact seemed isolated in his mind, in his world, and no other preoccupations entered into it. Darkness surrounded the light-enshrouded area where this startling act was taking place.
This was something that seemed destined to occur, that had been preordained and pre-programmed, as if there was little he could do to change it even if he wanted to. As it was, he did not want to do anything to stop the silky pink membrane that now pulsed wetly against his throbbing cock. Suddenly she began to move, leaning forward and bringing her face close to her father's, her firm full breasts flattened against his smooth chest, her little outer cunt beginning to slip up and down the length of his cock.
"Oooouuuuuuuuuh!" Steve sighed. Something absolutely incredible was happening, and through the slits of his bloodshot eyes he could see his daughter's face leaning close to his, her soft breath falling upon his face, while she created the most magnificent sensations upon his nakedly trembling cock.
"Chris ... Chrissssss ... " he stammered out, and now the girl was moving faster and faster, building up a delicious friction in the external area of her hair-lined cunt, feeling her father's cock stiffening and growing harder as she rode sensuously over it. She couldn't stop, even though the fleshy pole of her Daddy's penis between her legs was growing so big that her little rose-colored cunt was only occupying a small portion of its mass.
The loose thick foreskin of Steve's penis had slid back beneath the pressure of his daughter's straining, moistening pussy, and the entire knobby head surfaced and bumped lewdly against the small pit of his teenage daughter's naked pussy.
Encouraged, Christine swallowed her fear and let her lusty sensations fill her loins. "Oh Daddy, Daddy, wonderful Daddy!" she crooned down at him, her face beaming with the radiant joy she felt. She began to plant small kisses on his face as his long cock jumped 'up beneath her, striking the nub of her baby clitoris hard just as the excited teenager happened to be sliding downward.
"OOooooohhhhhddddddddaaaaaadddddyy!" she murmured. "Oooooooh!"
Her cry brought Steve to a state of complete consciousness. He could feel his daughter's breast, nudging into his chest, her full white thighs spreading outward from his body, the thin pink slit of Christine's vagina nestling lovingly against his cock.
This was what he had wanted all along! Yes, this was the solution to the problem, his dazed and lust-fogged brain decided. Oh, God, what a fresh moist hair-lined pussy she had!
His own little girl ... his own daughter was creating the arena for the most audacious sex act Steve could ever imagine, and he knew that he wouldn't disappoint her ... he'd be damned if he'd disappoint her!
Above him, his daughter's petite young body jerked wildly and Steve knew he had to fuck that tight little cunt or die. With a groan, he grabbed hold of her small waist and, picking her up just the slightest bit, positioned her widespread pussy so that it was directly over the tip of his heavily pulsing hardness. Then he thrust upward with his loins, pushing her down by the hips at the same time and sending his desire-thickened cock surging upward ever so slowly, pushing the pink tightness of her streaming pussy fold after fold up inside her belly, as he entered the forbidden channel of his daughter's wildly palpitating cunt.
"Aaaaatatataaaaa Dadddddyyyydddddoooo it! Dadddddddddy!" Christine had never felt so filled, so complete as she did now with the burning shaft of her father's swollen penis screwing upward into tier greedily sucking vagina.
Christine began to grind her teeth together, exerting all her strength against the building force of her father's cock within her loins. It felt so good, so terribly good, that she had to get it more and more inside her, had to let it pound unceasingly against the uppermost pit of her pussy.
"Got to ... got to ... got to ... " she chanted, ,G, her father fucked mightily upward, using every ounce of her strength to give her the loving she urgently requested of him.
"Baby ... baby ... my own little baby girl ... " he cried, his fingers roaming over her nakedness, clasping the fully fleshed breasts he had so often longed to touch, slipping down to rub his index fingers in the narrow cleft of her pleasure-drenched cunt ... kissing her nipples as she brought them down to his mouth. Still riding him, she propelled herself down upon the desire-hardened spear of his cock as though she wanted to injure herself, but yet receiving nothing but the most acute sensations of totally abandoned delight.
Helen ran to the door when she heard the loud noises emanating from within, and Jake ran after her. Each of them feared the worst ... some form of violence between father and daughter ... and it was only Jake's restraining arms that kept Helen from throwing herself upon the wildly copulating forms of her daughter and her husband. She screamed and flailed against her brother-in-law, tearing at his silk robe until Jake was forced to silence her by pressing his mouth harshly over hers. While her daughter received the most thorough fucking of her life, Helen felt an irresistable wave of lust mount between herself and her husband's older brother. In spite of herself, she could feel herself melting up against him, while her daughter's love cries echoed in the background. Christine and her father were completely impervious to the fact that they had company in the room with them. Their communion was so deep, so important, that nothing would have stopped them.
"I'm lost ... lost ... we're all lost ... " Helen muttered. Once more her clothes, so recently donned, were being removed, and she felt Jake pull her over to the couch where her daughter and husband were whimpering against each other, the lewd fascinating bouncing of her fifteen year old daughter's nakedly gyrating torso providing a counter rhythm as Helen felt her legs being spread and she automatically felt herself beginning to bump her hips upward to meet Jake's advancing penis.
"No Helen ... you're wrong!" Jake cried out as he entered her. "We're found ... don't you see it ... we're all together ... all happy together."
Helen did not see it just then. She was too carried away by the steady cock pushing, sliding, now actually racing forth up into her tender vaginal lips, spreading the elastic rimmed tightness of leer sensitive flesh and sending fiery thrills through her as Jake began to flick his hips hard against the fully presented area of her curl-fringed cunt. She lay back and looked upward ... she could see her cherished daughter smiling down at both her mother and her father at last, in a way she hadn't smiled since she was a baby.
Even Steve seemed to become aware of the fact that Helen was nearby, joining in on the exceedingly unusual events, condoning them by her presence.
The two couples continued fucking wildly into each other, each now striving to keep in pace with the other, the moist pink mouths of both mother and daughter's cunts spread to admit every inch of the incestuous slippery cocks that created such a tingling delight inside them. Low hums of ecstatic bliss began to rise in torrents from their heaving breasts, while tender lips twisted in erotic passion ... necks straining, mouths working excitedly as writhing bodies broke out into thin-filmed sweat that glistened in the light of the back office.
Much later, warm thin streams of cream-white sperm formed tiny trailing cobwebs across the women's nakedly quivering bellies, and still they felt orgasms writhing through their insatiable loins. Christine's head rolled from side to side, her long blonde hair flying about over her shoulders. She was in a state of near semi-consciousness as her trim hips began a slow demanding roll above her father's heavily impaling penis. Then suddenly, with a lewd wet sluicing noise, her hungrily grasping pussy screwed itself down tight against her loving Daddy's, sandy-haired loins and she screamed in agonized delight, gurgling as the mounting licentious sensations overtook her.
Steve's loins released such a burning heat of sperm that he could feel it twisting knife-like from inside him. Now, behind his back, he could feel his wife's cowl fingers massaging his forehead.
Christ, he loved them ... he loved them both ... both his wife and his daughter. Even as he emptied his sperm deep up into the convulsively contracting young belly of his daughter, he felt a wild surge of desire for his wife.
Moments, later, Jake turned out the lights and turned on the stereo system which flooded the office with music.
It was like a pre-choreographed dance when Helen and Steve fell into each other's arms, man and wife now as they had never rose, the passions of the exchanging couples rose once more and while outside the mechanisms of the nightclub ran themselves smoothly without Jake, inside the darkened room the family group intermingled, their limbs creating and spilling orgasmic fluids in a mutually consenting round of sensuous desire.
* * *
It was dawn when Helen and Steve Gates left the Groovers' Club. No one was on the quiet San Francisco street to see the complete happiness that filled the long married couple. They felt as though they had just met, and as though the rest of their lives would be a honevmoon.
"Steve," Helen said, a slight frown creasing her radiant face, "Do you think Chrissy will be all right? "She's with my brother, isn't she?" Steve replied, letting his hand drop to cup his wife's full, jiggling buttocks as they walked slowly down the hill of the street. "I don't think I know any other man who would take better care of her. After all, she's a woman now, don't forget ... even if she is only fifteen years old. Some girls have a talent for womanhood, I guess, and our baby's one of them!"
They continued walking in silence, watching the sun come up in the distance, realizing that they were on their own now.
* * *
"Why don't you call up some people, Uncle Jake?" Chrissy asked. "My pussy still eels all tingly and juicy up inside. Why don't we have some more fun?"
They were still in Jake's office ... it was so comfortable that there was no real reason to go back to his apartment, the place that would be home to both of them for a long while to come. Chrissy spoke from the depths of the sauna where her pale white body received the hot gusts of steam gratefully. Her fingers moved tentatively into the well-caressed area of her hair-covered pussy, where leer father and her uncle's fingers and thick cocks and her mother's fingers and tongue had lingered so lovingly only a short time before. Still and all, she was ready for more!
Outside, Jake sighed, and went toward the telephone. He would do anything to please his demanding little niece ... anything at all.
