This new book by authoress Carole Wilson brings to light several problems which are currently being dealt with by prize-winning poets, novelists and journalists throughout the world.
As our country becomes more affluent, a new phenomenon has been sighted with alarming frequency, that of the family which finds itself unable to cope with the extra-familial relationships and consequently withdraws into itself; where often each member becomes all things to the others.
Such a family is outstandingly portrayed in this fast-moving novel about the Regents of California. Each of the members of this sensitive group is shown trying desperately to find an acceptable self-image with which to face the world, yet each succumbs to the devious plotting of a strange young girl who has been previously warped by the hurts afflicted upon her as a young child.
Young Bob Regent, as well as his father and mother, pays the price of his own insecurities, but finds a new world where his unorthodox entanglements buffer them from the slings and arrows surrounding them. Curiously enough, the person who appears healthiest in this book is the matter-of-fact prostitute, Bonnie Summers, who has a brief but telling encounter with Bob's father Steve. Can it be that Miss Wilson is trying to indicate the tilted level of morals that undeniably exists in our very midst?
We thank this exciting authoress for a moving behind-the-scenes glimpse of an important occurrence in middle-class American society.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
The California redwoods created a beautiful shade during the hot summer months, and young Bob Regent lay peacefully under their branches on the pine needle floor of the forest. The country cabin rose on stilts behind him, tall and simple, but very comfortable. It was the third summer that they'd been coming there Bob and his mother and father but this summer Bob was thirteen, and he felt something special about being there. Something special, in fact, about his entire existence. After all, he was now a teenager. Bob felt that all kinds of new worlds were going to open up to him merely because he had managed to attain that mystical age with the suffix "teen" in it.
He lay there thinking about this, with vague thoughts of manhood swimming hazily in his brain. He was also thinking about the new addition to the summer cabin, his mother's younger sister Mary. Before Aunt Mary's arrival he hadn't seen her in some time, not since he was a really little boy, and now that he was so
"Old", it seemed strange to have an aunt who was just a girl, a very pretty girl. Bob knew what a pretty girl ought to look like he'd seen enough magazines and movies, and then there were those special magazines his father kept in the secret hiding place. Bob had found that hiding place almost a year ago, and he always went back to it to refresh his memory about those hidden aspects of women and girls that no one seemed willing to discuss with him.
Yes, his Aunt Mary closely resembled the prettiest of the girls in those pictures, to an almost startling degree, and just looking at his young relative made him slightly embarrassed. She had piercing blue eyes that contained a look that Bob had never seen before. Something almost crazy that frightened him, but made him excited in a way he didn't understand.
The voices of his parents talking drifted down to him on the breeze. He knew if he went directly up under the cabin, he would be able to hear exactly what they were saying. But he didn't feel like it now. He felt too sleepy, too lazy, even though he had gotten plenty of sleep the night before.
It had been up under the cabin that he'd heard them talking about Mary, and sometimes he wondered exactly what they meant. His parents often seemed to be talking in code, even when they didn't think they were being overheard.
"Well, how long's she staying?" his father had asked in that deep voice of his.
"As long as it takes her to get over this ... this thing!"
"Well, I hope it's not going to take forever!"
"Steve, honestly! You're so uncharitable sometimes. Mary is my baby sister, for heaven's sakes! She needs us now! We can't just turn her away! Besides, we have plenty of money now ... you told me so yourself ... you told me things were going especially well since you got that Cuthbert deal."
"That still doesn't make me a millionaire," his father had grumbled in reply. "Listen, Carole, you know I don't care if the girl stays. I was just wondering how long, that's all. I'm entitled to wonder I'm still the head of this family, despite your crazy women's politics!"
It was then that Bob's mother had started yelling, and Bob had wandered away. He never liked to hear his mother when she got really upset. It upset him too, and he never knew what to do about it. It made him feel helpless and useless. He had wandered away to reflect upon what they'd said about Aunt Mary, and once again now, as he lay prone looking up into the tall branches high above him, he thought about what it was that might have happened to her that made her need to come stay with them for awhile. Perhaps, he thought, one day he'd get up enough courage to ask her. After all, that would be the most direct method of finding out. But for the moment, Bob could only watch the beautiful blonde-haired girl from a distance. Sometimes he watched her when she didn't know he was looking. That was fun. It made him feel powerful, older somehow, and full of knowledge ... secret knowledge.
"BOB! WHAT ARE YOU DOING THERE?? " Carole's voice called out from the large cabin.
"NOTHIN, MOM!" he replied. When did he ever reply any other way? Yet his mother never seemed to learn she kept on asking.
"Well, I hope you're going to clean your room today! We've been at the cabin three whole days now and that bed hasn't been made once!"
"Aw okay, Mom!" he replied. He heard the screen door opening and closing and the sound of footsteps coming down the wooden steps. He stirred slightly and turned his head and saw his mother and father descending.
"Your father and I are going into town, Bob. We'll be back in a couple of hours."
"How you doing, boy?" Bob's father rumpled his hair and headed toward the station wagon that was parked a short distance away.
"Fine, Dad!" Bob replied. His mother smiled at him, and he watched them getting into the car. They looked really great together, he thought once more; his mother small and dark-haired, his father tall and fair. It was like they didn't really match, but it was pleasurable to see them together. Carole's short skirt rode up as she sat down in the front seat, and Bob saw her pretty tanned legs all the way up to the thighs. His father was wearing shorts, and his legs were as hard and muscular as Bob's mother's were soft and slender.
This additional contrast in his mother and father was oddly exciting to the young boy, and he wished somehow that they got along better together. He recalled that his mother was always telling his father to take a rest, and Bob knew that this was the first time that his Dad would be spending an entire month at the cabin with his family. Perhaps he'd get the rest he needed, and things would go better.
The motor idled for several minutes. Bob's father was a great believer in idling cars and always yelled when he caught his wife starting up the car and speeding away immediately.
Finally they were on their way, and Bob could feel his heart thudding louder and louder, although he had hardly moved. A butterfly flew precariously near his nose, and up through the trees, bright patches of blue sky and white clouds could be seen through the dark green and brown branches. Aunt Mary and he were alone!
He knew that the 19 year old girl was up in the house somewhere, probably in her room where she'd stayed most of the time since they'd arrived at the cabin.
"What does she do in there?" he whispered out loud to himself. The idea that he had hit upon the day before came back to him now. In fact, he'd tried so hard not to think about it that he could think of little else.
He'd realized that it would be very easy to go out on the deck that surrounded the cabin, and to hide himself behind the luxurious plants that his mother had set out there, and to look directly into Mary's bedroom. He was sure she didn't draw the curtains ever ... there was no one around ... and she wouldn't be expecting him to spy on her!
Am I gonna do it? Am I gonna do it? he asked himself over and over. Sometimes the answer was no ... of course not! He couldn't imagine ever getting up enough courage to do such a daring thing. What if he were caught? What then? What if Mary turned those cool blue eyes on him in anger it was bad enough when she wasn 't mad.
Then sometimes it was hard to see how he could keep from doing such an exciting thing! He would never let himself get caught ... and the idea of seeing what she did in there! God, it was worth the risk anyway!
* * *
"What are we going to do about that boy, Steve?" Carole's lovely features were slightly marred by the worry that was reflected upon them as she watched the passing scenery on the way into the small town where they did all their shopping for the cabin.
"What's to do?" Steve replied. His mind was elsewhere ... he wished his wife wouldn't keep bringing up heavy subjects when he was busy thinking. He was wondering about that Cuthbert deal, hoping it would hold. A letter of agreement had been signed. But he knew that wasn't really binding. In the real estate business, the faster you closed the deal the better. Cuthbert was a pretty slick character, but Steve thought he had his number. The construction company of which Steve Regent was a vice-president had submitted the lowest bid for the Cuthbert Building ... and everyone was getting more money off the top, Cuthbert and Regent included.
It was standard practice in the business, but Steve was still slightly worried that Cuthbert might try to back out and give the contract for the big modern complex of buildings to someone else Murthison Company, for example, his biggest competitors!
Steve made a mental note to give Cuthbert a call. He knew that the wealthy man was vacationing nearby ... maybe fifty miles or so away. It would be easy to arrange a dinner one night, perhaps some girls. He knew that Cuthbert had a reputation for being impressed by one's ability to supply him with real beauty. Steve could certainly set that up if necessary ... it might be just the touch to cinch relationships between them. Yes, it might be just the touch!
"Steve, you know very well what I'm talking about! Bob ... he just doesn't do anything.
Steve shook himself from his reverie. Well, it was just about decided now anyway. "Carole, if the boy were doing something you'd probably have more to complain about! Why does he have to be doing something ... this is supposed to be vacation time, isn't it?"
Carole wasn't really convinced. She hated that vacant look in her son's eyes, couldn't stand it when he wouldn't even tell her what he was thinking about! She worried that there might be something wrong with him. "Maybe you're right," she said, doubtingly.
"Besides," Steve continued. "Look at your sister! You want to worry about something, worry about her! She's a real nut! Staying in her room all day long like that!"
Tears came to Carole's eyes. It was so unfair of him to talk about Mary like that, after what had happened to the poor dear, too. That dreadful, dreadful boy! Using her like that ... making her submit to him ... and then dropping her like a hot potato. Oh, Mary had told her all about it ... in embarrassing detail ... and Carole had been full of sympathy for her younger sister. Carole herself had never really had any bad experiences ... in fact, she hadn't had any experiences at all with men other than her husband Steve. This sometimes upset her, when she thought that she might have missed something. Sometimes it seemed that there could be more ... more to a marriage than what she had with her serious-minded husband. But how could she be sure?
Carole was very aware of the injustices that men sometimes inflicted upon women ... largely because of her own mother and father. Her father had walked out on her mother when Mary was just a little baby, and Carole herself was ten. Life hadn't been easy for them, growing up without a father, and Carole had always felt sympathy for the hard times that her mother went through. Now, something like this had happened to Mary too, and she was determined to see the girl through it ... to make her sister get over the experience so that she could go on to lead a healthy life. Find another man eventually, someone who really appreciated her, and who wouldn't make demands upon her!
"I think she'll come around soon, Steve," Carole said through tight lips. She was thinking of some of the things that Steve had tried to make her do the other night before they left for the cabin. She hadn't let him touch her since. Didn't he know better than to try such things with her? Sometimes she wondered...
Steve wondered too. When his pretty dark-haired wife spoke, he wondered just when she was going to come around. He hadn't had a good lay from her in weeks ... and after that disaster the other night, it didn't look like she had any intention of coming around herself! He thought once more about getting some girls and going out with Cuthbert. He could really get into that! It would be nice to feel some sweet young thing groaning beneath him, running her fingernails down his back!
"Let's get some ice cream," he suggested, pulling the car over to the curb of a Baskin-Robbins stand on the entrance to town. Then impulsively he leaned over and kissed his wife full on the lips. He really felt excited about those girls he was going to set up! His tongue flicked wetly across Carole's full red lips, and he felt her tremble in surprise and perhaps a little excitement from his kiss.
"What was that for?" she inquired.
"For you ... can't a man kiss his wife anymore?"
The look in his eyes told her that he probably wanted to do more than that, and she realized that there was a funny little trembling feeling at the base of her belly that surprisingly told her she wanted to, too. She decided to ignore it ... it would go away.
"What flavor shall we get?" she asked, starting to get out of the car.
* * *
Mary's blonde hair fluffed up and out, carried by the impetus of the good strong brush she'd brought along with her to her sister's cabin. She sat at the dressing table in her room, brushing and brushing and playing with the beautiful golden strands of silken hair. Her blue eyes flitted nervously as she thought all the thoughts she had to think. There didn't seem to be any way to stop the thoughts from coming, so she gave into them and let them possess her. Just as he had possessed her, now she was possessed by the memory of him!
"Phil," she'd told him, "please don't ... don't..." But his fingers had moved steadily downward, down along the slender surfaces of her nakedly quivering skin, touching her sleek stomach, her trim hips. She'd been changing into her bathing suit when he'd done it that first time ... caught her ... surprised her behind that rock down at Stinson Beach ... and his fingers, parting the softly clinging golden curls below, slipping into the tender slit that wanted so desperately to be touched that she couldn't say no ... couldn't say no to anything he did to her that day ... the beginning of it all!
Her heart was beating wildly as she sat there brushing her hair, the short beige slip she was wearing barely covering her voluptuously full body. A body ripe and too noticeable ... too made for loving. Phil had told her that he had to have her ... and have her he had. Now here she was sitting at her sister's house. Alone ... dreadfully alone. But her fingers were moving now that she had put the brush down ... moving up along her soft, full-curved thigh. She sat with the full creamy mounds of her buttocks bare against the stool. Mary hardly ever bothered to put on panties anymore.
Now she was glad she hadn't because the tightly centered "vee" of her golden cunt trembled up between her thighs in anticipation of what she was about to do. She just couldn't help herself. After all that time with Phil ... every day ... sometimes three and four times a day ... her body craved touching ... craved Phil most of all.
Slowly she stood, without removing her hand from the slightly moist surface of her upper thigh. Her glazed eyes tore themselves from the mirrored image of her perfect beauty. She could not bear to watch herself do it; the illusion would be spoiled. She wanted too badly to pretend that it was not her own hand that touched her, but Phil's. It was a magic ritual that brought her closer to him ... mysteriously brought him there to her at that crucial moment. She could actually feel his presence.
She lay down upon the floor. How many times had she already done so today? She had lost track. The soft rug cushioned her nakedly quivering buttocks, as she pulled her slip up to reveal the full length of her sculpted white thighs and calves, parted and bent slightly upward.
" M m m m m m m , " she crooned. "Mmmmmmm!" She wriggled a soft gentle wriggle, moving her hips tentatively at first, and then with more abandon, until finally she was writhing lewdly upon the bedroom rug, her fingers inching closer and closer to the hidden desire-filled folds of her silken pussy.
Bob heard the moan before he looked in. He'd been out there on the deck outside his Aunt Mary's window for some time, maybe fifteen minutes, before he heard it. He'd been sitting there among the plants, sitting fearfully, trying to gather up his courage. And now that he heard the strange noise he had to look in. The panes of glass were sparkling clear, and gave from the inside a marvelous view of the forest of trees that surrounded the mountain vacation cabin. They also gave young Bob a perfect view into the room when he finally looked. At first he saw nothing, and then he calmed himself enough to look carefully around. To his astonishment, he finally saw the teenage girl lying on the floor in the center of the room.
The odd moan came again, this time obviously from Mary's parted lips, and Bob's mouth gaped wide in surprise as he saw her ... much more of her than he'd ever seen! Her head was thrown back, her blonde hair fanning out over the blue rug, and the expression on her face was one of an overpowering sensation that seemed to be creating an agonizing response within her. One of her graceful hands had hiked up her beige nylon and lace slip, and the other hand...
Bob almost fell over backwards. The boy had never seen a real naked woman ... only those pictures ... and now it was clear to him immediately that his mother's sister was doing to herself something he'd been doing to himself more and more, recently, in the privacy of his own bed.
Mary's other hand was sliding up and down over the thinly-haired mound of gold, nestled high up between her tapered thighs. The entire lower half of her body seemed unduly agitated and her trim loins began to shake and quiver lewdly, while the expression upon her face became more and more frightening.
In an instant, Bob felt his young cock surging to life. He was profoundly shocked in spite of his excitement. Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined that she would do such a thing!
"MMMMMMoooooOOH!" he heard the young blonde moaning. She was panting now, her eyes wide open but glazed and unseeing. For a moment both hands went sliding in between her trembling thighs. From his excellent vantage point at the window, sitting on the sun deck outside his aunt's room, Bob could see the widely spread cleft of the nineteen year old girl's glistening pussy. The pink-jewled entrance to her moist vaginal opening appeared briefly from moment to moment as her loins ground constantly upward.
Mary's tiny pink tongue flicked out lewdly from between her lips as the dual ravishment of both her hands, all ten wriggling fingers, beat a wild rhythm upon the ultra-sensitive mound of her desire-drenched pussy. Her long white legs quivered as her cunt became more and more moist, and at the sight of the shiny wetness of her excitedly pulsing slit, Bob let his own hand reach down beneath his shorts to touch his erect penis.
GOD, IT FELT GOOD!
Meanwhile, within, his young aunt's lewd, widespread position upon the blue wall-to-wall rug as she thrust her fingers wildly within the soft blonde pussy-hairs, thereby spreading them wide, allowed him the privilege of seeing her most intimate, secret flesh.
"That's it, that's it!" Mary moaned. He was with her now Phil, her darling lover was there again with her ... just the way he had been before! The young girl let her imagination run away with her so much that she could sense his presence ... feel his fingers touching her instead of her own. "Softly, darling ... softly!" she cried.
Outside, Mary's nephew heard her calling, speaking as though someone else were in the room with her. To the thirteen year old's desire-inflamed brain and body, it seemed as if she were speaking to him! His own fingers slipped back and forth now on the loose foreskin of his inexperienced penis, sliding back and forth over its rubbery blood-swollen head. He watched the writhing young blonde inside, feeling a kinship with her more than the actual blood that related them. They were somehow united in this sacred, forbidden moment.
Then Mary's middle finger slipped slowly in between the soft blonde pubic curls nestled so snugly at the juncture of her thighs, and played with the sensitive folds of smooth pink cuntal flesh, rubbing firmly up and down with an insistent motion. She could almost feel Phil's hot breath on her neck as he bent over her, while his fingers began to manipulate the rising bud of her lust-hardened clitoris!
"OH PHIL, PHIL, DARLING!" she cried aloud.
Outside, Bob sighed. Who was Phil? He figured rapidly and decided that it must be Mary's boy friend. He felt red-faced and flushed from his excitement, and now added to that, the strange emotion of jealousy swept over him. It seemed to him as he knelt there on the deck outside his aunt's window that she belonged to him! To him and no one else in the world!
The flat white plane of Mary's naked belly trembled as her searching fingers exposed the trembling area of her moisture-drenched pussy, and her rib cage rose and fell against an imaginary lover's chest. The nipples that rubbed persistently against the lacy material of her tiny slip were hard like little pebbles, hard and tingling with desire. Then two fingers were pressing into the wetly secreting opening of her vagina, plunging up, up, past the tightness inside and into the soft, waiting channel of her hotly pulsating cunt.
"AAAAH!" she cried, screwing her hips up to meet her own obscenely probing fingers. Helpless little mewls of pleasure issued from Mary's softly parted lips as her voluptuous body writhed in the throes of self-produced ecstasy.
"OH PHIL! You're so hard ... so hard!" she cried, for in her mind her own fingers had become the thickly plunging staff of her boy friend's cock ... the boy friend that she had not seen now in over three months!
Now, she could feel his lust-knotted hardness sliding between her legs, forcing its way up inside the seeping moisture of her trembling pussy, moving inch by inch higher and higher until at last, at long last it was fully within her, filling her, making her cry out with its pleasure-giving rigidity! She thought she would burst with her love for him, her lust growing minute by minute. This was the way it was supposed to be between them! This was the way it had to be! Whatever had gone wrong before would be made up for by this moment ... this frantic, fleshy connection of their tormented bodies!
"Oh ... I love you ... I love you..." she crooned, open-mouthed, the tip of her tongue smoothing lewdly over her lips as she felt the magnificence of his cock, that cock that fit so , snugly in her belly and gave her that feeling of completion that she needed in order to survive. From now on it was going to be different. He was going to stroke into her, long, even thrusts, burying the thick head of his lustfully surging cock deeper and deeper each time, finally striking against the waiting tip of her desire-filled cervix high at the end of her contracting vaginal passage.
He was deep ... so deep inside her that she felt almost pinned down to the floor, pinned in the lewd submissive position by the giant, fleshy cock of the man she loved!
Outside the window, Bob could feel his own tormented cock growing harder and harder with each down stroke of his determined fist, and with each incredible view of his nineteen year old aunt's fingers sliding up into the golden triangle of her cunt!
"Wow!" he thought, "oh wow!" In all his thirteen years he had never imagined that he would see such a lewd sight, and yet, he was capable of understanding it on some inner level. The man he would later become already existed in the boy, and this sensual need was already fully grown in him. It had needed only this moment to bring it out completely.
"Nnnnnnng," he groaned, his boyish cock bucking upward through the tightly clasping passing of his fist. He could feel his youthful semen starting within ... deep within his balls, starting its climactic journey upward in sporadic jerks. And now there it was, streaming forth, and With it the most overwhelming sensations he'd ever felt.
"OOOOOooohhhhh Yeeeeeeeea!! ! Maaaaary!" he couldn't help crying out as chills of delight traversed his wildly pumping cock and sent tremors of lust-fulfilling pleasure through his young body.
"Mmmmm," he sighed, and then he was silent, slumped against the window, quivering with the remnants of the desire that had slaked him. He seemed to smell her perfume near him, and he lay stunned for moments, cradled in the bliss he had imposed upon himself.
Inside the room, Mary thought she heard Phil calling to her ... her ears were filled with the rushing of her own blood ... she was close, so close, and now it was here ... that crashing orgasm that would make everything right with the world...
Then suddenly the excited young girl jumped up. What she had heard was real, not the ghostly imaginary tones of her departed boy friend's voice! Trembling, she stood looking around her, and then moments later she saw him. The young boy was still in a semi-swoon against the window of her room. Even as she looked, astounded at his pale thin form, Bob looked up at her, and his deep gray-green eyes met hers with a look of utter adoration.
"I know you," they seemed to say, "and, I love you!"
Mary's piercing scream roused her nephew from his reverie, and as she ran to the window to draw the curtains, he scrambled up and away. Bounding over the rail, he caught onto the branch of a redwood tree and lowered himself hurriedly to the ground.
Behind him, he could hear the sound of the drapes ripping closed, and he seemed to hear hysterical cries, although they got fainter and fainter as he ran further and further into the woods, his sneakered feet padding on the soft ground, his breath coming in great ripping, tearing gasps through his lungs.
Mary! he thought, the word filling his head, his tingling body. MARY!
CHAPTER TWO
"Well, it's nice to see you at the table," Steve Regent took another helping of the special salad that was a speciality at the cabin during the summer months. It was early evening, and they were having a light supper. His wife Carole moved around behind the table, getting the dessert out of the refrigerator. She too was glad to see her younger sister up and about. The girl seemed far more alert and happier than she had in some time.
It must be the fresh air, and the rest, Carole thought as she opened up the containers of frozen pudding.
Steve cast an interested glance in the direction of his attractive sister-in-law. She was sitting demurely, eating with tiny mouthfuls, chewing slowly and reflectively, pretty in a white peasant blouse that set off her fair good looks.
She's some dish! Steve thought to himself. It was curious how unlike Carole she was ... Carole was dark and sultry looking, while her younger nineteen year old sister was so fair that one would never have taken them for sisters.
Wonder what she and that guy used to do together, Steve found himself thinking as his eyes irresistibly roved over the voluptuously soft protrusions of Mary's breasts. It was clear that she wasn't wearing a brassiere beneath the thin cotton blouse, and he could just about see the outlines of her nipples, large and slightly contracted, quivering ever so slightly at her slightest breath.
Jesus! Steve thought, looking down at his plate. Been a long while since I've had any! Here I am looking at my wife's sister! That's the way the world ought to be, though ... a man ought to be able to have all the women he wants ... all the women he needs ... wives ... sisters ... everyone!
"Can I watch TV now, Dad?"
Young Bob's voice startled Steve from his reverie, and with a slight feeling of guilt, he looked up at his son.
Bob's earnest features looked at him inquiringly, and Steve thought how much the boy looked like him. Same sandy hair ... same face, except for the eyes which were definitely Carole's. "Yes, son ... well, ask your mother. What about dessert?"
"He can have his pudding in the living room," Carole said as she brought the bowls to the table. "Isn't this cozy?" she added. "It's so nice up here in the mountains!"
Steve avoided answering his wife. He wished she wouldn't talk just to hear herself talking. But he caught a whiff of her perfume. Madame Rochas ... Carole had told him the name of it, and he thought how nice it would be to make love with her that night ... nice if she would let loose for a change!
As she placed his bowl of pudding beside him and Bob got up to go sit in front of the TV set, Steve put his hand directly on the soft jiggling mounds of his wife's buttocks, letting his fingers slide up under her short skirt to touch the panty-encased flesh beneath with a tentative pat.
Carole jumped as though she had been electrified.
"STEVE!" she said, casting a look at him that would have destroyed him if possible. Then she looked over at her sister, her expression denoting that Steve ought not to do such a thing in the presence of the young girl.
Steve could feel his blood boiling. You bitch! he thought, Can't I do what I want to do in my own house? But he refrained from speaking, withdrawing his fingers from the heated area beneath his wife's skirt. Taking his bowl of pudding, he created a loud noise scraping his chair back from the table and moved over into the living room to sit beside his son in front of the television set.
Wait till I get you in bed tonight, woman! he thought, as he glared at his wife, who was still fussing about the table as though nothing had happened. The two women sat and had coffee at the table while he watched a rerun of Gunsmoke with his son. During the first commercial, he got up to get out the bottle of White Label and poured himself the first Scotch of the night.
It went down smooth, neat and clean, and Steve realized he was going to have quite a few that night. There was something in the air of the cabin, something that made him nervous and restless, and drinking seemed to help it. It was clearing his head, he felt, rather than muddling it, and he settled down in the butterfly chair to watch the late movie which was just about to come on. He would wait until Carole went into bed, he thought, and then he would join her. Already, he could feel his penis swelling thickly with desire at the thought that he would be holding his wife's pale white body, naked and trembling against him, within a short while.
Bob yawned. He was really sleepy, but he couldn't bring himself to go to bed, not so long as Mary was up. His young aunt had had two cups of coffee at the table already, and showed no signs of moving into the living room to join them at the television set. She sat with his mother at the table, and the low murmur of their voices could be heard, but not a word of the conversation was intelligible. From his vantage point, Bob could see Mary's long slender legs beneath the kitchen table, as well as his mother's, and for the first time it occurred to him that his mother was built exactly like Mary ... and exactly like those women in the photographs which he had stolen from his father's hiding place.
It had been two days now since he had seen the most exciting sight of his life, there outside Mary's room, and since that time he had only seen his young aunt twice. This was the second time. The first had been the day before when the young blonde furtively scurried down the hallway when she saw that he was there. Today, there seemed to have been some kind of transformation, and Mary had emerged early from her room, radiant and lovely, with a secret smile upon her lips. Bob had been so stunned by the sight of her that he had immediately fled, unable to meet her eyes. He had run again, a long time in the woods, running off the excess energy and confusion that he felt at the very thought of his nineteen year old aunt.
Yet her name and face, haunted his mind even when he wasn't looking at her, and when he was in the privacy of his room, or even in the bathroom, his fingers touched the burning surfaces of his swollen cock, tenderly and then violently evoking the image of the beautiful blonde creature as she had lain, naked and wildly excited, upon the rug in her room.
"Well, good night, all!" Carole rose from the table; stifling a yawn. "Don't know why I'm so tired tonight! I'm going straight to bed."
"Good night, Carole," Mary said in her low sweet voice. She remained seated, however, and made no move to leave.
"Good night, Mom!" Bob called.
"Night..." Steve knew what his wife's words meant. They had been married for too long for him not to understand the code. She was making it perfectly clear that she was much too tired to do anything but sleep, that his attentions in bed would be unwelcome. As though he pushed her that much! Well, tonight she was in for a little surprise! He'd be damned if he was going to put up with this much longer! He finished up the last of his drinks and stood up, slightly embarrassed when he saw his pretty sister-in-law turn and look at him from the kitchen table into the living room ... the same room actually. He realized that he had a bulging hard-on, and that anyone with half an eye could see it. Turning away from her, he wondered if she'd seen ... and what she thought if she had seen.
Oh well, he thought, it's for sure that it wouldn't be the first time she's seen one!
"Good night, young people," he said. Once more he rumpled his son's hair. "Don't stay up too late now ... I'm going to hit the sack too!"
"Okay, Dad." Bob felt all choked up inside. He could hardly breathe. They were going to bed and leaving him all alone with her! What would he say ... what would happen? He kept his eyes frantically glued to the image of the men from outer space descending upon the helpless planet earth. Ordinarily such a terrific science fiction movie would have held him spellbound, but tonight there were other things to consider ... there was Aunt Mary!
In the living room Bob could hear the noises of washing up in the bathroom and then the click of the door being closed. The door to his father and mother's bedroom opened and closed, and then there was silence.
Mary sighed. She looked over at the young boy who sat close in front of the portable television set. At first she had not known how to handle the fact that she had been observed in the throes of her passion, observed by a thirteen year old boy. But during the night she'd had a dream, a very strange and wonderful dream in which Phil had returned. He'd told her that he couldn't marry her as they'd planned at the moment, but that he would return within a short time from Chicago. Told her that he really didn't love the other girl he'd left with, but for some reason had to stay with her a while longer.
"I understand, Phil. I understand, darling!" she'd told him in her dream, and it was then that he'd said the part about little Bob. "Let the boy take care of you until I get back. He can do it!"
Then Phil had seemed to fade away right before her very eyes, and she'd tried to run after him, to touch him, but he was receding rapidly, and becoming almost invisible. Then in the distance she saw a plane and the faded image of Phil getting on it. Written across the side of the plane were the big letters, CHICAGO. Then the dream was gone.
But Mary remembered it vividly. She especially remembered the part about him saying, "Let the boy take care of you until I get back. He can do it!"
It was strange how much the words spoken in a dream had given her courage to continue ... to keep on, whereas before it had seemed that there was really only one solution for her. She couldn't go on living without him, not much longer ... that much she knew. Somehow she would find a way to end it all, to do away with herself. But now, she wondered about it. She didn't know very much about dreams, but she did know that some people believed that they spoke the truth, or at least that they could guide you in moments of stress. It might be clutching at straws, but clutch she would at this strange dream. Perhaps it was true that Phil wouldn't stay with that awful girl much longer, that he would return to her soon. Oh God, if only it were true!
He had only met her three days before their wedding was to take place three short days. He couldn't know her very well ... and even though she was beautiful, much too beautiful, perhaps Phil would see that she could never love him the way she did!
Mary got up slowly and ambled into the living room. She could still feel that tingling sensation all over the exposed surfaces of her skin. Clad in shorts and her peasant blouse, she felt as though she looked good. If only Phil were there to see her! But young Bob looked up at her now, and she could feel his eyes roaming over her, taking in each detail of her sensual body as she moved as though he could not help himself.
She smiled at the boy. What a good-looking young man her nephew had become ... was becoming ... no longer the scrawny little kid she remembered. She saw him turn beet-red and return his stare to the television set.
"Nice movie?" she inquired.
"Huh? Oh yes, very good. "The Monsters Are Coming from Uranus" ... that's the name of it."
"I'll watch it with you ... you don't mind, do you?" she asked sweetly. Let the boy take care of you. He can do it. The words drummed in the young girl's confused brain as she sat down on the floor beside her thirteen year old nephew.
Bob gulped and nodded his head. She was right there, so close that he could touch her if he wanted to ... not that he would ever have the nerve! But he could feel his young cock pulsing hotly, impossibly hard beneath his tight Levi's. God, what a feeling!
He could smell her, a wonderful fresh smell like lemons that made him feel exhilarated and happy. "Oh, I love you ... I love you!" he cried within himself.
* * *
Inside the dark bedroom, Steve undressed hurriedly. He didn't want his wife to claim that she was already asleep by the time he got into bed. He could hear her soft breathing as he approached the bed, and he could tell that she was wide awake. She would be waiting for him to climb in beside her, no doubt hoping that he would turn over on his side and fall asleep right away.
As he got beneath the covers, he could tell that she was lying on her side, turned away from him. He pushed in, letting his feet go all the way down to the coolest part of the bottom of the bed, and then he snuggled up against her, putting his arms around her and drawing her toward him.
"Oh, Steve, don't," she said softly.
"Don't what?" he asked. "What am I doing?" But already he could feel the soft cushiony surfaces of her buttocks against his rising cock, and he pressed up just a little, letting the thickness of his penis thrust into the cleft of Carole's soft yet firm ass-cheeks. The material of her nightgown was almost non-existent, and its filmy substance only added to the sensual effect that made itself felt to Steve's excitedly throbbing cock.
Carole tried to wriggle forward in an effort to get away from the obscene feel of her husband's hardened penis pushing against her, but his hands around her waist pulled her back toward him.
In spite of herself a shudder of desire went through her. It had been some time ... and from time to time she did enjoy it, as long as he wasn't too demanding about it, too crude! What Carole liked most of all was the perfect situation music, perhaps champagne romance, in short ... and there was little of that in her marriage. Consequently, she found it extremely difficult to let herself go, to imagine herself as beautiful and desirable as she needed to believe she was in order to be the interesting bed companion her husband needed.
She hadn't thought she would want to make love tonight, but now suddenly she did. It had been a pleasant day, what with Mary feeling better and all, and even her studious son Bob acting more lively than usual. She had seen him running through the woods, possibly doing some track practice, and she'd felt pleased.
Slowly, Steve's hands moved up to cup the ripely swelling mounds of his wife's firm breasts. Christ, she was built like a brick outhouse! His wife's body never failed to excite him, even though their attempts at love-making were not always successful. This time, he felt, was going to make her remember what it had been like years ago when they had first met long before they became the staid old married couple they were today when just kissing was the most exciting moment of the day for them, not to mention the rest.
He could feel her shiver beneath his persistent caresses as his thumb and forefinger rolled the pliant little buds of her nipples tightly. He pulled her back against him again, this time feeling his pulsing hot cock surge to extra hardness against her. There was a definite groan from Carole. Good!
He wanted her now, wanted her as much as he might want some strange girl he'd hired to entertain his business associate. Beads of perspiration dotted his forehead as he felt her moving with him ever so slightly, telling him in every way but words ... yes ... tonight, yes! Slowly, carefully, he turned her over and leaned over her. Looking down at her beautiful sensual features, he saw that her eyes were closed. Her full red lips were trembling slightly and a look of pained desire was on her face. Steve's lust-hardened cock was aching with anticipation as it pressed against the rounded curve of Carole's thigh, and he thought he would go crazy if he didn't enter her soon. He was making up to her, asking her forgiveness for what he'd wanted to do the other night or was he really telling her that he was forgiving her for not letting him!
The two concepts wavered back and forth in his mind, each one exciting to him in a different way. He didn't know what she was thinking, but he sensed it was something similar. His naked form trembled over her thinly clad body, and tenderly he began to pull the nylon nightgown upward over her head. Carole lifted up to assist and soon she lay naked and quivering with heated arousal beneath her handsome blonde husband. Between her parted legs the warmly throbbing flesh of her pussy felt open and willing, just waiting for her husband's blood-engorged penis to worm its way lustfully up inside.
"Oooh, Steve," she cooed. "Steve!"
He moved closer against her now on his knees, letting her legs spread between his nudging thighs, his long thick cock wavering in the air, bobbing out lewdly from the hairy base of his stomach. Looking down at his dark-haired wife, he thought she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. She looked like some sensuous goddess who had been created for love and nothing else. Pushing gently with his knees between her long graceful legs, he spread his wife's thighs as far as he could. The excited young woman was moaning a little now, and he enjoyed watching the expression of impassioned torment that twisted her lovely features. His cock was throbbing with lust now, anxious to feel her softly clinging inner flesh around it, as Steve let his fingers move down along the soft surface of Carole's trembling belly. Every touch now, he could tell, was sheer agony for her. He would let her wait for just a little while more. Now his fingers approached the tender curve of her lower belly, and she began to toss her head to and fro on the pillow as they twined in the soft silken curls of her black-haired pussy, and then spread the small pulsating pillows of flesh apart. Beneath him Carole's hips twisted as she squirmed, pleading for mercy as her husband's teasing middle finger inserted itself between the desire-aroused lips of her waiting pussy. The thick pad of his finger pressed downward on the tiny head of her clitoris, and he felt it jump like a frightened animal. The small nib of sensitivity twitched and grew steadily larger beneath the relentless pressure of his finger until he felt it hardening and beginning to throb like a little penis ready for love.
"Ooh, oh, OH!" she cried as Steve began a steady flicking motion in the moistening opening of her passion-drenched pussy. It was getting better by the second and Carole was now completely lost in the throes of mounting pleasure, her face a mask of lustful longing.
Perspiration dripped from Steve's naked chest and hair, and he saw the drops falling upon the velvet peach complexion of his wife's skin. A drop fell directly between her firm breasts, and then another upon her stomach, right near the deep indentation of her navel.
"Christ, you're gorgeous, baby!" he said to her in a low, desire-strained voice. He was breathing heavily. The feel of her seeping wet pussy beneath his finger was incredible. The smooth pink flesh of her silky pussy slipped and nibbled deliciously until he thought he'd have to stop and take her right there and then. But he wanted to continue the unbearable teasing, hoping that he would break her down, that he could turn her into a screaming banshee, wanting nothing but the feel of his good hard cock deep inside her tight little cunt!
"Kiss ... kiss me!" she pleaded finally, and the words were like hot searing coals in his loins. Quickly he bent to do as she asked, and as he did so, he took his heavy, blood-engorged cock in one hand and guided its hardness unerringly toward her widespread hair-lined cunt. Removing his fingers from the throbbing tenderness of her seeping pussy, he slipped his tongue far back into her mouth and put his arm underneath her at the waist, pulling upward.
Carole was aware of the silence of their bedroom, the dark trees outside the open window, the nearness of her husband. The love she felt for him but often did not admit even to herself seemed very present now, very warm. This moment seemed special and, in some strange way she could not explain, forbidden. Making love was always a little evil ... bad. Yet she could give herself up to it. Once more she reminded herself that there was nothing wrong with making love ... nothing at all. And she wanted him so! She could feel the center of her desire, right there high within her nervously contracting pussy, waiting, waiting for his hot angry hardness ... waiting to be consumed by him!
The lust-swollen head of Steve's cock touched the tight opening of her hair-trimmed pussy, and he pushed. At first it was too tight and he pushed again until it loosened up a bit, just enough for the head of his thickly burrowing cock to embed itself right inside!
Then Steve spoke. He was so excited that he couldn't contain himself any more. "Give me your hand!" he ordered.
"What?" Carole felt her blissful reverie collapsing.
"Put your hand on it ... and put it in!" Already he was grappling for her hand, forcing her fingers around the hard-veined shaft of his swollen cock. "See ... you can feel it going in ... come on, help me push, baby! Got to get into that sweet little cunt of yours!"
Carole almost burst into tears. He was doing it again! Talking to her like that ... making her feel like a common whore in her own bed! She felt her hand being placed around her husband's heavy, blunt-tipped cock as it pressed against the tight elastic opening of her cunt. She bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying, but even so she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. Between her wide-held legs, Steve's thickly probing cock began a slow, teasing, grinding motion against her open vaginal lips, forcing the hair-lined ring of flesh apart and moving in such a fashion that he exposed the hidden moisture up between them and forced them wide open with a heavy inward pressure.
"OH GOD!" He was so big! Bigger than she'd ever felt him, it seemed, although she felt it might be her imagination. His hand pushed over hers, and the invading thickness began to sink lustfully into her. "OOOOoooooohhh GOD!" she groaned out again, her voice strangled and coming through tightly clenched teeth. Her fingers had nowhere to go now as the long shaft of Steve's penis pierced the helplessly cringing vaginal flesh, moving ever upward, stretching the tender hair-fringed lips until Carole could feel the thick cock slithering almost unimpeded up into her warmly pulsing vagina.
The head of his determinedly advancing cock pushed the soft pink inner flesh along in front of it in tiny rippling waves, each ripple causing him the utmost pleasure, and her a discomfort brought about by her sudden anger.
"OPEN UP! OPEN UP!" he insisted, without thinking that his words were upsetting her.
"NONONONONO!" she sobbed trying to clench her legs together. "NO!"
Steve saw red. He was so angry with Carole that he roughly withdrew from her. "You CUNT!" he cried. "YOU LITTLE COCK-TEASE! TURN OVER!"
Carole was suddenly frightened as she felt herself being rudely turned about and placed upon all fours ... like an animal!
Savagely, her legs were being parted, and once more the thickness of Steve's lust-maddened cock entered her tightly cringing vagina, but this time from the rear rather than the ordinary way.
"GOD, NO, STEVE!" she cried. "NOT LIKE THIS! NOT LIKE THIS!" she groaned over and over. "Let me turn over ... let me get on my back again. It hurts this way. It's going in too far this way ... it's too big!"
But it was no use. She had succeeded in arousing her husband's ire so much that nothing she said now would stop him! Her fingers locked tightly in the crumpled bed sheets as she tried to maintain some kind of balance. She could hear Steve behind her, panting like a wildly excited male animal, and she felt him pressing his hips heavily into her open vaginal mouth, impaling her cruelly.
Carole's lips opened and closed in helpless torment. At first she couldn't believe that Steve hadn't stopped when she asked him to the first time, and gradually she realized that he had no intention of stopping. Her whole body trembled in helplessness and humiliation. She felt like an insect made prisoner by his rock-hard penis, and her heart pounded wildly. She was sure that this one dreadful night was going to change the entire course of their marriage. HOW DARE HE TREAT HER LIKE THIS?
But the disturbed brunette's thoughts didn't continue much longer in this vein, for the teasing ravishment of her widespread pussy was beginning to be too much for her. Instead of pounding into her as she had thought he would, her husband changed his course and began to fuck his desire-hardened cock rhythmically and gently in and out of the silken soft confines of her straining vagina. Gradually the strange pain eased and Carole began to feel a little more comfortable. At least she could breathe, but with the ebbing of the pain came a new sensation, an oddly masochistic pleasure began to suffuse her entire being. Her husband was using her as a naked, lust-fulfilling sexual object, not as a person ... and it was almost like some strange man ... a different man ... was rudely and expertly fucking her ... yes, fucking her ... sending unfamiliar thrills of pleasure rippling through her widely stretched cuntal walls!
Imperceptibly at first, she began to undulate her soft, milk-white buttocks and then gradually, as Steve's motions became more and more frenzied, she twisted and turned, backing into him and matching the rhythm of his excitedly thrusting cock as it churned piston-like inside her.
Excited by his wife's unexpected arousal-after all, he had expected to punish her this way Steve began to worm his way more and more intensely in and out of her throbbing vaginal depths, feeling his wife's welcoming pussy clasping hotly now against his lust-swollen cock, giving him an outrageous feeling of power ... of absolute manliness.
No matter what you said about it, women were made to be fucked! With long, hard lunges now he buffeted up against her backward-grinding buttocks, his nakedly thrusting cock disappearing each time in between the hair-curled lips of his wife's passion-filled cunt, until he struck into the utmost depths of her hungrily welcoming little belly.
"OH JESUS! IT'S GOOD! CHRIST BABY-FUCK BACK, FUCK ME BACK!" His fingers gripped her harder, holding tight around her nakedly straining thighs. He knew he had never been this deep inside her before, and he reveled in the fact, a milestone in their long marriage. Grinning triumphantly to himself, he thrust his loins forward, lifting himself up a little and letting the hard plunging ramrod of his deeply skewering penis slip finally into the last remaining inch of Carole's desperately aroused pussy. Suddenly he felt her going to pieces beneath him. Carole squeezed the soft lips of her hotly clenching cunt elastically around the thick hard base of his tingling cock, sending tiny pinpricks of lewd sensual delight shattering through his sperm-laden testicles. They felt heavy and full and he wanted to empty their churning contents far up into his wife's willingly spread pussy! Pulsing with unprecedented pleasure, his lustfully throbbing cock felt as though it had at last found a home in the wet tightness of Carole's softly encasing cunt.
Beneath him, his dark-haired spouse opened and closed her eyes, lost in a daze of sudden all-consuming passion. She was unmindful now of her lewd servile position as she spread her trembling thighs wider still. It had never been like this before! She moved her knees way out on the bed, supporting herself on shaky elbows and arms. Beneath her erotically squirming body, the excited young wife's naked breasts pressed hotly down against the sheets of the bed. She could feel their nipples hard and erect as she was buffeted forward along the bed by each advancing blow of her husband's tirelessly thrusting cock, worming and sliding ever upward into her cunt from behind. The smooth rubbery head of his lust-driven cock grated teasingly against the cushiony hardness of her cervix, high up in her tingling womb, creating a mindless, rising joy within her that she had never felt before!
The hot wet walls of Carole's hopelessly aroused pussy clasped and unclasped, milking hungrily and desperately at Steve's hard-driving cock. She was there, suddenly and magnificently there! The startlingly uncontrollable cumming drove her wild. She was a crazy mad woman, trying to extinguish a raging fire within her steaming cunt. She whimpered and squirmed lewdly beneath him, bucking backwards against his driving loins, feeling his hips smashing desperately against her up-thrust buttocks.
"Ah ohhhhhnmmmmm oooooohhhhh! God, I'm cumming!" she was being drained of everything within her as she lost complete control of herself. Behind her Steve gritted his teeth and let his heavy body drop hard down onto her, mashing her voluptuous nakedness into the bed, but holding her desperately gyrating hips back up at a high angle to his wildly thrusting cock. The fleshy hardness of his penis sped upward, his sperm-bloated balls smacking heavily into the wet crevice of her wide-split buttocks. Together they ground and fucked nakedly against each other, as Steve's heatedly driving penis slithered up to be devoured with a loud lewd sucking noise within the tight wet confines of Carole's climaxing pussy.
And then his semen was spurting forward, his cock an unbelievably hard burning pole of wild contracting sensation. It pumped forward, flowing up the full lust-engorged length of his penis, speeding upward into his wife's violent orgasm, joining it and increasing its intensity as she felt it splashing within her like a swirling pool of molten lava.
"AAAaaaahhhh Carole Carole!" he groaned, bucking hard against the soft cushion of her buttocks.
In a brief ecstatic flash, she sighed, "OOOoooh God, it's good ... it's soooo GOOOOOOOD!"
Moments later as she lay spread-eagled beneath him, face down on her now sperm-flooded belly, she felt his heavily perspiring body upon hers. Beneath them on the bed she could feel a pool of warm wet stickiness. It felt oddly comfortable and exciting in the aftermath of their loving. Never had her husband brought off such a wealth of feeling in her. She felt as though it had been torn, ripped from her. But inside she felt an unprecedented contentment.
Perhaps he had the power to change her from the staid young woman she'd always been ... and after all these years. She wanted that, deep inside she'd always wanted that! The very idea that she could overcome those terrible feelings of uneasiness that she often had while making love, except perhaps for the first early days of her relationship with Steve Regent ... well, that was the most exciting thing she could imagine. It meant that her whole life could change, that she did not have to settle for being just another mousy California housewife. She could be a woman ... a beautiful WOMAN!
CHAPTER THREE
The television set was a low background hum in the spacious living room of the comfortable mountain cabin. The two young people who sat before it were mesmerized, not by the sound of the last horror film on channel three, but by the lewd, erotic sounds emanating from the nearby bedroom door. All the rooms in the cabin gave onto a narrow corridor leading from the living room, but Bob's mother and father's bedroom was the first and thereby easily accessible to the center of the house.
Bob could feel his ears burning so fiercely that he was afraid they might fall off! Next to him, the older girl, his Aunt Mary, sat propped up by several large hassock-type pillows, her long slim legs stretched out in front of her. From time to time, Bob could see a tremor pass through those smooth naked legs, that pale white flesh that was so abruptly covered by the tight shorts she wore. They had not looked at each other since it began, but had sat listening with all their beings, transfixed by the wild love cries of Bob's mother and Mary's older sister.
At first Bob had thought that something was wrong in his parents' room. He'd never heard anything like this from his mother! But then as the sounds continued it became more and more clear to the young boy exactly what was happening in there! He'd thought about it before, but not really ... and of course it was perfectly obvious that his father and mother were lovers! That they actually did things to each other in the sanctuary of their bedroom-things which Bob wanted to do, wanted desperately to know about!
As Mary sucked in her breath and let out a long low sigh, Bob realized that his pretty blonde aunt knew about these things ... that her boy friend ... the one who had wronged her in some way ... the two of them had done everything! Of that he was sure!
But Mother? An ecstatic cry of happiness pierced the thin wood of the bedroom door, and the thirteen year old boy visualized his mother groaning beneath his father's hard naked body. He remembered every detail of Mary's tender naked flesh from having seen her writhing on the floor of her room, and now he transposed that image to his mother ... she must be beautiful without clothes, too, he thought, feeling the sweat popping out in nervous little beads on his forehead. And down below, between his legs, his young cock rose precipitously, nudging upward against the material of his shorts, filling him with heart-pounding anticipation. But anticipation of what?
He didn't know, but one thing was certain, he knew that something had to happen! The unmistakable sound of his mother straining toward her orgasm reached both their ears and sent tremors of lewd excitation running through each of them. Each could sense it in the other, and although not a word was spoken, a bond was being formed. As the harsh love sounds gradually diminished, turning to whimpering mewls of delight, Bob felt Mary's finger stroking his own where they lay tensed and nervous upon the rug.
"Come on!" she said urgently. "Let's go to my room..."
Mary's pretty, even features bore that strange worried expression that Bob had so often seen upon them as he looked up at her. But she was pulling him up, and he scrambled to his feet to join her. What else could he do? He couldn't refuse, although he was so frightened that his teeth were chattering. Then they were moving rapidly down the hall, past his parent's bedroom door where silence now reigned, past his own bedroom door, and to the last door the guest room now occupied by his aunt.
Bob could feel himself being propelled inside the door, and suddenly it was closing softly behind them and they were inside the room. Whereas before, it had been a perfectly ordinary guest room, now it had so much of Mary about it that Bob was startled. It seemed to him as though she had always lived there ... as though Mary had turned the normal, medium-sized room into something special by her mere presence, for Bob could see that she hadn't added very much to the furnishings. There was the same dresser, the same low double bed with its crocheted bedspread. This pale spread shone dully in the darkness of the room as Bob stood hesitantly near the door. Mary. had left him standing there and had rushed into the room. Now there was a sharp sound nearby and a match was struck. The pinpoint of bright light illuminated Mary's face as she lit a candle that had been placed upon the dresser. There were dark shadows that played about her features, giving them a slightly sinister look, and Bob turned away. He let out his breath with relief, realizing for the first time that he had been holding it in ever since he'd stepped into the forbidden area of Aunt Mary's bedroom.
He was inside ... not peeking through the window like the other day, but inside with her!
Mary enjoyed the soft glow of candles in her room at night, and this was the first night that anyone else had been in her room with her since her arrival at the mountain cabin. Anyone real, that is, since the products of her imagination seemed like reality itself. But, disturbed as she was, the nineteen year old girl knew the difference between her fantasies and reality, and she knew that the actual presence of her nervously waiting thirteen year old nephew was far better than being alone. Especially now, after what they had both listened to outside.
Mary couldn't help it. She was viciously jealous of her dark-haired sister Carole. When she was younger, she had always known that Carole was the favored one ... Carole this and Carole that ... never "Mary, you look so pretty," from her mother, but "Mary, Carole used to wear her hair another way when she was your age." It seemed that there was nothing she could do that was exactly perfect the way it had been when her older sister was doing it! She had been very pleased when Carole had gotten married to Steve and left home, for it gave her time to be a real person at last, or so she'd thought. Truth was, things were no better or worse with Carole gone from the house she shared with her mother. Her mother was still the same long-suffering, pathetic creature. Mary had always been singularly unsympathetic to her mother's plight. She had always maintained that the loss of the man called her father was nothing to go into mourning about for a lifetime. After all, she had never known him ... he'd left when she was a baby.
Mary shuddered now, and went to her closet, remembering the big fight she'd had with her mother. Slowly she opened the closet door and looked inside, almost mechanically selected a short nightgown and then began to remove her peasant blouse and shorts as though her nephew, Bob, weren't standing there watching her. Her mind was dwelling once more on those terrible words of her mother's ... words which had been a retort to her own unkind statements.
"He wasn't your father anyway! Why should you care whether he left or not! Your father was a passing laborer ... a nothing ... a mistake! Oh, I admit it ... I sinned ... but I've paid for it ... I'm still paying! Now, young lady, if you want to go out with that good-for-nothing and sin ... oh, I know what you're doing! You can't fool me! ... Running around like a cat in heat!
Well, it will get you nothing but trouble ... nothing but trouble, you hear me!"
Her mother's face had been a hateful mask as she spit the words at her youngest daughter. They were words which Mary could tell she had been holding in for a long, long while ... since she was born, in fact! It had been her birth that had ruined her mother's marriage, and now that she was old enough to have a boy friend, her mother could not stand to see her happy!
Mary lifted her smooth cream-white thighs and stepped out of the brief shorts she'd been wearing. Beneath, the nakedness of her loins was apparent as the candlelight flickered over them, playing with the suddenly exposed flesh of her flat belly, the golden triangle of her hair-covered pussy, the dimpled surfaces of her moon-shaped buttocks. She turned about, almost as though she wanted to make sure that Bob saw it all ... that he got another good look at everything that she had. Off came the blouse, high over her head, her blonde curls tumbling down, falling to her pale shoulders in a soft cascade...
And Phil had taken her that very afternoon, there behind the rocks at the beach, while her overheated body was caressed by the sun and the gritty sand moved and shifted hot beneath her sensuously thrashing nakedness. She had run from her mother's words directly into his arms, and they had driven wordlessly to the beach. She would never know if she would have given herself to him had she not been so disturbed by the truth about her birth, the truth about why she was so fair and Carole so dark!
But she had given in greedily and hungrily, soaking up the pleasure of her boy friend's flesh with a relish she might not ordinarily have known, a fever that was bred of retaliation. Each powerful stroke of Phil's lust-hardened cock within the moistly churning walls of her pussy was another stroke against her mother ... another sinful action that would make her mother's prediction about her come true!
But Phil was gone now, and what did she have? Only the same burning desire, that was mingled almost lovingly now with the hatred. Mary seemed to still hear her older sister's cries as she rocked beneath the man she'd married.
How dare she ... how dare she enjoy herself that much, she thought. How dare she have him when I have nothing?
But Mary's eyes refocused again when there was a motion by the door. Young Bob was still there, lurking in the shadows! Mary stared hard at him, her large full breasts quivering nakedly, their pointed pink tips hard and excited.
Bob could see that crazy look from all the way across the room. His hand turned on the doorknob. He was ready to dash out at any second.
"Come on ... come to the bed ... and we'll talk," she said, letting the gown she'd been about to put on fall to her feet on the floor. Still totally naked, she moved to her wide double bed and reclined upon it, propping up her head with one hand while leaning on an elbow. Her other hand motioned for the boy to sit down, and Bob did as he was told. His eyes never left the nineteen year old's nakedness for a second. He could not tear them away. She was so close that he could touch her, and he could see a light down of fine silken hair that was sprinkled upon her belly in a line going straight down to the sweetly positioned blonde "vee" of his beautiful aunt's pussy where it nestled between her long white legs.
Bob was burning up with adolescent lust. He thought he had never seen anything so beautiful as the sight of her translucent flesh flashing before him, and the contemplation of that forbidden spot seen from so close gave rise to all sorts of speculation that had never entered his mind before. As he balanced precariously on the edge of the bed and she reclined beside him, he was aware of the reaction of his boyish cock rising in swollen heat between his legs, creating a bulge that he was sure his young aunt could see. Each night that she had been in the house, he realized now, he had dreamed of her ... but more than that, he had learned to bring forth her image in sensual reveries during which his hand pumped furiously upon his own rock-hard penis.
"Don't you want to talk to me?" Mary asked. I want to talk to you."
Bob was silent, not knowing what to say. Afraid he would offend the exciting blonde teenager beside him, afraid she would make him leave!
"Shall I tell you a story...?" she inquired.
Bob gulped and tried to nod his head, but it came out a jerky motion.
The expression on Mary's face was downright evil as she spoke again, her sharp little teeth flashing white as her lips parted. "I'll tell you a story about a boy who watches a lady . . watches her all the time, and one day he looks in her window and sees her doing naughty things to herself on the floor of her room!"
"OH!" Bob tried to get up, but her hand pulled him back to the bed. His arm seemed to be burning where she still held him and he decided it would be unwise to resist. He sat, terrified, while his Aunt Mary continued.
"Don't you like that story?" She paused, as though she were considering something. "Well, I do!" she said. "I like it very much. I like the idea of a little boy watching a lady put her hands down between her legs, and touching herself there ... like this!"
To his alarm, Bob could see Mary's slender fingers reaching down to part the blonde silken hair of her narrow pussy. There was a small wet sound as her fingers slid lewdly in between the curl-rimmed lips and thrust suddenly up into her naked cunt. Then, hypnotizing the ogling teenager, her fingers began to move in and out, steadily and excitingly, for the young girl's expression had changed to one of longing as she created more and more pleasure up between her trembling legs.
The idea that she was doing this in front of her own nephew added to the overwhelmingly good sensation of her fingers. Not only was he an inexperienced young boy, but he was Carole's boy!
"You know how good this feels, don't you, Bob?" she asked. "It feels ... very ... very ... good!" Her voice was halting and slow and her words were slightly slurred with desire.
Bob nodded silently in assent. She was beautiful ... so beautiful!
"Would you like to do this to me, Bob?" she asked slowly, the voice in the dream swelling in her mind ... Phil's voice..."The boy can do it ... he can do it!"
"I ... I ... but...."
But Mary was moving his hand, placing it first upon her naked thigh. It was hot and soft, yet firm to his eager touch. She guided his aching, burning fingers upward, and suddenly he felt the softest flesh of all, and then the gently curling hair! It was fine and slightly damp as his fingers were moved upward into it. Bob shivered and felt tears coming into his eyes. I'm touching her ... I'm touching her THERE!
Mary groaned a little as she held on to the boy's small fingers. Gently, she parted the swollen folds of flesh that enclosed the pink wet tissues inside. With a sigh, she plunged her inexperienced young nephew's middle finger up into her aching pussy and slowly began to rub back and forth with it, creating a friction that made her gasp with excitement. Back and forth over the shifting soft flesh within the naked split, moving up and down, now a little to the left and then a little to the right. Bob could feel his Aunt Mary's hidden pussy moistening and moving beneath his touch. Her hand was still firm over his and she directed every motion, and he could feel a hard little point rising near the top of her quivering cunt. Each time he touched it with his trembling middle finger she groaned all the louder. Bob was drenched with the perspiration of nervous excitement. All his clothes were soaked clear through. At the base of his belly, his young cock was a mass of lust-knotted hardness that tingled wildly in his shorts.
"Like it? like it?" she inquired, peering into the thirteen year old's boyish face.
"Oh yes," he replied earnestly, "Oh yes, Mary, YES!"
"Do you want me to teach you something else?" she asked.
He nodded, unable to speak again.
"Then come over here ... down at the bottom of the bed ... between my legs!" Her tone was almost savage.
Bob felt he could never move, and yet incredibly he found his legs working, and in a second he was down at the bottom of the bed. Mary had moved upward on her back and she positioned the young boy so that he was kneeling directly between her widespread legs, staring straight up into her pinkly glistening pussy slit! His head was awash with strange thoughts, his body swimming with new feelings. He had placed himself directly between her legs, and now he waited breathlessly, so near, so dangerously near to her sweet-smelling body. What if he were to throw himself upon her? What would he do next? Would she show him everything there was to do? He had seen the pictures, but now one of a naked man and a woman lying on a big old-fashioned double bed came back to his mind. The man's big penis had been hard, and a thick growth of black hair had sprung from its base. It was half-embedded in the wide-held, open-lipped cunt of a laughing woman, and every detail of its entry could be seen. Bob wondered if Mary would want him to do that to her ... if she would let him? He realized that he was still fully clothed, but he didn't dare ask to take his shorts off. He hardly dared to remain there at all like that, hovering between the legs of the naked teenager who was his mother's younger sister!
Then to his surprise she lifted herself up, her arms coming toward him, her lovely hands entangling in his sandy hair, pulling him forward farther and farther, forcing his head down to the moist warm split of her tremulously waiting pussy.
"Phil used to do this ... he liked to do this to me a lot!" she said by way of explanation, but Bob couldn't really pay attention to what his Aunt Mary was saying. The wonderful piquant scent of her femininity filled his nostrils, making him dizzy as the first golden hairs of her open pussy tickled against his nose and then his amazed lips.
"Open your mouth ... and stick your tongue out!" she commanded. "It's a kiss ... a different kind of kiss!"
Bob did as he was told and found his tongue pressing into a warm smooth mouth of flesh that tasted unlike anything he'd ever tasted before! But it was the kind of taste that made him want to keep tasting it over and over again forever!
"Move your tongue back and forth! That's it ... that's right ... that's good!" Mary exclaimed, growing more and more excited. She was undulating her trim hips a little so that her wetly seeping pussy was completely ensconced upon the young boy's submerged features, and his tongue had not a single place to go, or anything else to do except to keep licking the soft surfaces of Mary's sensually aroused cunt.
"NOW SUCK!" she commanded. "Suck ... NO, SOFTER! SOFTER ... Phil did it soft ... always soft!" Mary let her mind wander back to the last time Phil had done this to her, in the back seat of his car. She'd sat with her long legs spread wide, and he'd kneeled down on the floor of the car. Oh God ... Phil ... how she missed him!
Yes, tongue it ... tongue it, little nephew!" she cried. "Oooooooooh, it feels good when you do it too ... so good ... oh, your tongue ... sooooo smooth!
The overcome thirteen year old dutifully continued his oral massage of the tiny little hole between his Aunt Mary's wide-held thighs, growing more and more skillfull as the moments passed and more and more excited by what he was doing.
WAS IT ACTUALLY HE ... BOB REGENT ... DOING ALL THESE INCREDIBLE THINGS? He had never known that such a thing was possible before a few moments ago, and now he himself groaning and moaning as he felt his teenage aunt responding to the wetly teasing caresses of his agile tongue. Shortly, he was able to predict how she would respond to each little flick of his obscenely working tongue.
"Now, put your finger deep inside, baby nephew ... your middle finger ... DEEP INSIDE!" she cried out, her voice trembling with lust.
Hurriedly, Bob sought out the hidden entrance to Aunt Mary's heated, hair-fringed pussy. His middle finger slipped and slid below his still-wagging tongue, and then among the pink folds of naked flesh, he found it!
The boy's finger sank up inside a little way, and above him Mary groaned, splaying out her legs on either side of him so as to give him more room.
"OOOOOOOOOH ... BOB! ... Yes ... Yessssss ... There! ... Push it up! ... Up!" The blonde girl began to shiver and shake and Bob felt his finger being engulfed by the warm giving channel of Mary's passion-inundated pussy.
Suddenly, Mary was resuming her tale of Phil, with halting words interrupted by moans of pure joy, she went on and on.
"And he sucked and sucked and I could hear his hand working at his cock, pulling up and down on it, and his fingers were deep inside me and I loved it ... oh, how I loved him ... Ooooohhhh, Phil ... Oooooh ... little Bobbie, yes ... like that ... you're going to make me cum ... cummmmmm just like he used to. OOOOOhhhhhhhhhhh!"
As Mary's hips gyrated harder and harder up against her nephew's cunt-sucking lips, her straining loins nudging and bumping upward, Bob thought he might drown in the heady moisture from the stimulated little blonde cunt that fit so well around his mouth. Meanwhile, he could feel his rock-hard cock growing more and more tormented against the material of his pants. As he moved against her, his loins inched against the crocheted bedspread and he knew that he was going to reach a roaring climax soon ... any moment now!
Words failed him as she began to keen out her joy, her face a mask of lustfully inspired excitation. The taste of her mingled in his mouth as a sweet dizzying feeling overtook him. He could feel her great, great pleasure as everything in the young girl tensed upward against his mouth and teeth, his licking tongue. She was his in that one dazzling moment, and he knew it ... felt it so intensely that he too began to cum in his pants, his hard cock spurting forth an unprecedentedly thick stream of semen that seeped quickly through his trousers to stain the expensive bed cover. Higher and higher he reached, soaring on the wings of his untoward orgasm, lost in the climaxing confines of his young aunt's hotly tingling cunt. His hands moved to cup the soft round moons of Mary's buttocks as he needed something to cling to.
"Mmmmmmmmmm! NNNGH!" he grunted, close to passing out right there between her wide-held thighs.
"OOOHHHHH YES ... Bobbbbbbbb ieeeeeeeee!" cried Mary. "THERE! I'M CUMMINNNNGGG NOWWWWWW!" Flashes of violent color whirled behind the tormented blonde's closed eyes as she received the attentions of her thirteen year old nephew, still holding his head and guiding his mouth and lips to do her bidding against her nakedly climaxing flesh.
"You're wonderful!" she cried as the intense orgasm spread its relief-giving balm throughout her lust-tortured young body. "SO WONDERFUL!"
As he heard those ecstatic words, Bob knew somehow that he would never be the same again.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Man ... get a load of those tits!"
Carole looked up from her magazine with a start. Her handsome young husband was reading a copy of Playboy magazine that he'd just brought up from the store.
It was a rainy afternoon, and they were alone in the big cabin, Mary and young Bob having gone to the movies in town. Steve had dropped them off at the small theater and would go back to pick them up later after the double feature was over.
Carole had looked forward to being alone in the house with her husband. Ever since that magical night of love-making, the attractive brunette had felt like a young girl again, starry-eyed and in love with her husband. It had been only a short two days ago, but she felt as though she had been physically changed. She had suddenly become a sensuous creature, one who was conscious of her own body in ways she'd never felt before. The slightest motion of her full upper thighs rubbing against each other as she sat with her long legs crossed was enough to set her atingle with desire. It was an exciting feeling, and one which she thought would bring her nothing in the future but delight, given the fact that her husband had always seemed to want this kind of response from her. It made her blush to remember how she,had liked the lewd position he'd put her in, how she'd cried out as his swollen cock wormed lustfully upward into her tightly contracting vaginal passage from behind!
She wanted to feel that again ... to know once more the mindless bliss that had seemed such a breakthrough in the marriage. This was the perfect time ... in the house alone ... a rainy afternoon ... a fire in the fireplace. The good smell of burning wood filled the room, and she felt toasty warm in her silk pajamas, filled with pleasure at her own image in them, and loving the smooth feel of the material against her skin, against the hardening nipples of her nakedly pulsating breasts.
But Steve had been acting strange preoccupied and she didn't understand why. She sat near him on the sofa, reading the woman's magazine, some tearful story called, "He'll Never Love Another!", which only depressed her since it was about a man whose wife dies, but who eventually finds someone to take her place. It annoyed her immensely after she came to the conclusion of the story, and now this!
Steve was looking at those naked girls again! She'd always refrained from criticizing, and sometimes she even joined in looking at the girls in such magazines with him, but she never liked it, and secretly she felt nothing but jealousy and sometimes anger over the things Steve said, or about the things she thought he was thinking ... which was worse! Now, when she was sitting there, soft and vulnerable, waiting, ready for his caresses, his interest in the girls in the magazine was the last thing in the world that she wanted to hear.
She was silent, looking at the rapt expression of admiration upon her husband's .face as he eyed the naked girl. Her anger was mounting by the moment.
"Shirley Collins ... a nineteen year old college coed, relaxes in a spare moment by a neighbor's pool," he read, smiling to himself. "Nineteen years old!" Steve reflected. "She can come relax by my pool anytime!"
"If we had a pool!" Carole said pointedly. He'd promised to build them one for years now, but there was never enough money. Carole wondered if her husband really would do such a thing ... if for example she went away for awhile, or if ... as in the story, she should die ... would he invite some young girl over to lie naked upon a towel ... to touch and fondle and make love to while she wasn't around?
She realized that her thinking would have been different only a few short days ago. She wouldn't have thought too much about such a possibility ... but somehow, now that she felt she and Steve were really lovers ... now that she knew the exciting things that he could make her feel, she felt a bitter, helpless jealousy at the thought of his being with another woman.
Why wouldn't he look at her? Why couldn't they make love right there by the fire!
Steve ran his tongue lightly over his lips. He didn't know why, but he felt a distinct hunger inside him for one of those pink and white girls in the magazine ... one of those big-breasted, big-toothed nineteen year olds. He imagined them with baby voices and big, soft tender, hair-lined cunts. American as apple pie, so there could be nothing evil about fucking one of them in every lewd position imaginable. They looked incorruptible, perpetually virgins, and yet ready to dispense-the most erotic balms to his insanely tingling cock.
He was hard! Steve felt hornier than he'd felt in a long while and he attributed it to boredom. He had to face it, he really didn't want the long vacation his wife had finally talked him into taking! It had been great with Carole the other night, but for some reason he was feeling slightly resentful about the fact that it had taken her all this time all these years, to come around!
He thumbed through the pages, looking at a large spread on erotic films. There were pictures of many different kinds of couplings, all involving the most splendid female bodies Steve had ever seen in the magazine. After a few moments of looking at the pictures he got up and went to the telephone.
"Who are you calling, dear?" Carole asked curiously, in the-sweetest tone she could muster.
"Business," he responded gruffly, in a tone that she recognized. He was in no mood for talking. Disconsolately, Carole began to leaf through her magazine, looking for something that might interest her. While she looked, she listened attentively to her husband's every word on the phone.
She thought to herself: II he comes over to me after he puts the phone down, I'll tell him that I want him to do to me what I wouldn't let him do the other night before we came up to the cabin! She remembered now how it had happened, in their bedroom in San Francisco, how Steve's tongue had flicked hotly down the gleaming surfaces of her stomach and thighs, traveling along the naked flesh until she realized what he intended to do ... realized it at the moment his thick pointed tongue had spread the tufted dark-haired fringe of her exposed cunt, slipping lewdly inside to touch the trembling inner softness of her pussy! She remembered distinctly how it had felt, how wet and startling and how frighteningly pleasurable! Why, then, had she pushed him away? Why had she let out a cry and jumped up, and then turned to fight with him when he tried to get her to come back? God, how awful that whole night had been!
"Hello, old pal. Regent here! ... Yeah ... thought I might catch you on a lousy day like this ... What? ... Yeah ... the same here, not a glimpse of sun all day! You'd think it was winter! ... oh, fine ... fine ... great vacation ... the wife's sister's here with us this year ... and the boy ... he's fine ... Well, you remember how it was to be thirteen ... Not easy!"
Her husband's easy laugh irritated her ears. Who was he talking to like this? Carole got up and nervously paced to a stack of magazines on the table, chose an old Vogue and went back to the couch.
"Listen, Cuthbert, I was thinking we might get together and go over a few points on the deal together ... have dinner maybe..."
Carole groaned. If there was one thing she did not want to do, it was cook dinner for a business associate during her vacation. Steve heard her groan and smiled to himself. Everything would fall into place nicely.
"We'll go to the BLUE FIN ... down in Sausalito ... yeah, great place for talking ... right on the water ... I'll set it all up ... for say, Friday? ... Fine, fine ... 7:30 ... give us time for drinks and stuff ... Okay, see you there, old friend!"
As the receiver slammed down, Carole was standing looking out the window. She was upset, but she was trying not to be. After all, she hadn't wanted to cook for them ... but then why didn't Steve ever take her out to dinner? She would like very much to go out, that very night for example! From her husband's words she had understood that it would be a dinner between the two men, and that she was definitely not invited! She hated things like that!
Steve came up behind her as she stood there, and she could feel his arm pressing around her waist. He drew her toward him, backwards, letting her fully rounded buttocks press against him.
"Oh Steve, you just have to do business no matter what!" she complained.
Elated, Steve nibbled at his wife's ear. The hardness of his erection nudged between her full nether cheeks, soft and free in the silk pajamas.
"Got to go pick up the kids!" he said.
"But ... you have a few minutes..." Carole cajoled. How she wanted to feel that hardness within her. How good it would feel to spread her legs wide ... something she'd never wanted to do before ... spread them obscenely wide for him!
Getting the drift of his wife's intentions, he felt all the more elated. It wouldn't hurt her to wait a bit ... after all the times he'd been left hanging! "We'll have more time tonight," he told her, already on his way to the closet to get his raincoat. He had some other phone calls to make from town ... some calls that he definitely couldn't make at home. Friday was two days away, and Steve could hardly wait!
* * *
Steve drove up to the Blue Fin at 7:00 and before he parked the car in the adjacent lot he saw the girl standing there. He had been given a description of her by his contact, another girl who had once worked in his office but who made a good business on her own. She was prettier than he'd hoped for, and she looked classy. That was just what he needed. She'd be well worth the money he was giving her, he hoped!
His heart pounding, he eagerly approached her a few moments later, and introduced himself.
"Regent ... Steve Regent. You're looking for me, I think?"
"Yes ... Hi, Steve ... I'm Bonnie, Bonnie Summers." She was a honey-toned blonde, and her big blue eyes looked as though they'd never harbored a wrong thought. She was wearing a simple white dress that set off her deep tan, and it was clear that she was extremely well-built beneath it. Steve let the girl walk a little ahead of him into the restaurant, and he got a good look at the long slender legs that much later that night he intended to have wrapped around his neck. She had full thighs and buttocks, the kind that probably made men stop and stare when she wore slacks.
She sat across from him at the table, poised and seemingly sure of herself, sipping upon her martini. Together they awaited Cuthbert's arrival. They talked of many things, and Steve was surprised to learn that the girl was an artist whose studio was not too far from there.
"But why ... uh, why..." Steve was embarrassed to say what he was thinking, embarrassed about the true relationship he had with this girl. After all, she was being paid for her "services."
"Why am I going to take money from you for fucking me?" she asked candidly, her blue eyes wide and seemingly innocent.
Steve coughed a bit as his drink went down the wrong way. He was shocked by what she was saying, but excited too. This girl was terrific!
"Well, paints are expensive," Bonnie said, "and since I'm really not interested in selling my paintings, I sell my body. From time to time, that is. I find it far more moral than selling paintings that I'm particularly fond of."
"Jesus!" Steve didn't know what to make of that, but he nodded as if he understood. A painter who doesn't want to sell paintings ... he'd never heard of that!
"I'd like to see your work," he replied, using the term "work" in an effort to flatter the young girl. She couldn't have been more than 22 or so, and something about her reminded him of his wife's sister Mary. This resemblance made him a trifle uneasy, but as they continued chatting and ordered another drink, it became more and more stimulating. Beneath the big round wooden table, he moved his legs slowly back and forth. His thickened cock was lustfully throbbing, and Steve just hoped he could get through the dinner without too much difficulty.
"Where is Cuthbert anyway?" he said out loud. Just at that moment, the older man entered the restaurant and spotted Steve and Bonnie sitting at a secluded table. He smiled, and then smiled brighter as he got a good look at Bonnie.
"Well, hello there!" Cuthbert smiled over, his corpulent form squeezing good-naturedly between tables. He was dressed in a loud sport coat and slacks, both checked but in conflicting patterns.
Steve thought as he looked at him that anyone would know that Cuthbert originated from Los Angeles. Nobody in northern California dressed that way! Introductions were made and Cuthbert sat down, his greying mustache bristling as his lips twitched slightly in anticipation of dinner, and what he supposed would come after it.
The waiter approached, and another round of martinis was ordered. Steve watched Bonnie for signs of inebriation, but found that she was holding her drinks extremely well. To his annoyance, Cuthbert winked at him broadly and said, "Good to get away from the little woman from time to time, eh?"
Even though this was perhaps true, it was not necessary for Cuthbert to verbalize it, he thought, beginning to wonder if the whole thing had been such a good idea after all.
"What a charming young lady you are!" Cuthbert said to Bonnie.
"I like your coat," Bonnie replied, and Steve watched as Cuthbert received the compliment at its face value, going into details about how he'd had it specially made, and so forth. Steve was uncomfortably certain that Bonnie was being sarcastic in her admiration of Cuthbert's taste in clothes. He began to realize that the evening was not going to be quite as simple as he'd thought. For one thing, his own thoughts kept getting in the way ... he felt too much of an observer, too distant from the fun and good times he'd been expecting to have this evening.
For one thing, Cuthbert was being such an obvious lech, even through the exquisitely prepared and served dinner, running his thumb along Bonnie's hand or touching her arm whenever he could. Steve could also detect a shuffling underneath the table that told him Cuthbert was nudging Bonnie's leg with his own.
He felt upset for the girl; even if he was paying for her, she was the kind of girl who seemed to deserve more ... well, more respect than Cuthbert was giving her. He was treating her just like any common chippie off the streets. Yet the conflict between the very great desire he felt for Bonnie and his efforts to think of her as a person was very confusing.
He wanted to tell Cuthbert, "She's an artist, for Chrissakes! She's not a whore ... not a real whore anyway!" But, of course, he couldn't and wouldn't say anything of the sort.
Dinner was ending, and Bonnie had remained charming throughout Cuthbert's various allusions to her beauty ... her long legs, observed when she went to the ladies' room, her snug-fitting dress. He was recounting his favorite dirty joke, as if in preparation for what was to come, as the brandy and coffee were being served. "Well, stick it in a little higher and if it crows, it's a rooster!"
Dutifully Steve and Bonnie laughed at the outrageous punch line of Cuthbert's joke, watching as he himself chortled, his big belly quivering with mirth, his pudgy fingers contracting on his napkin.
"What's next ... where shall we go, Regent?" he asked suddenly. He was serious now, ready to feel Bonnie's soft naked flesh beneath him, ready to caress her, to touch her all over, to get inside that little whore's cunt of hers!
Steve had arranged for a motel room nearby on the highway, but he hesitated a second. It was all really so sordid. And despite Cuthbert's value to him in business, he really hated the older man's guts. He was sorry to have to subject Bonnie to him, although he would have no qualms about subjecting her to himself, but he didn't see any way out of it.
While he was hesitating, Bonnie chimed in. "Why don't you fellows come to my studio?" she said sweetly. "You said you wanted to see my paintings," she turned toward Steve and he felt his neck getting prickly and hot as she looked at him. Her lashes were long and dark, framing large deep blue eyes, and her skin was absolutely perfect, clear and peach-toned, as though she had come from one of the Scandinavian countries.
Once more he thought of Mary, his wife's young sister, and he gulped down the last of his brandy with one toss.
"Fine!" he said. "Great idea!"
"I'll say," echoed Cuthbert.
Steve made a sign to the waiter and the latter began to prepare their bill.
* * *
Bonnie opened the door to her studio. She felt cool and collected. The evening would not last much longer, and soon she would have two hundred dollars to do with as she pleased. It was a lot easier than asking her parents for money, she thought to herself as she stepped inside.
It was an old building, and the studio was practically bare of furniture except for two or three chairs, a stool, and a big double mattress on the floor that was covered with a large fur coverlet. As for the rest, the large room was filled with paintings. Drawings were tacked up on the large wooden beams. Papers and notebooks were strewn all over a big old-fashioned desk, denoting that Bonnie also wrote things of an indeterminate nature.
Bonnie motioned the two men toward the mattress. "Sit down ... make yourselves at home. I'll fix us something to drink!" She went behind a partition and the sound of ice being taken out of trays was heard, as well as the running of water and the clinking of glasses.
"Man ... she's something!" Cuthbert whispered. "Did you get a look at that ass! Bet she's a terrific lay!"
Steve was looking at the paintings. They were all in bright clear colors, deep blues and reds, purples and yellows ... almost like stained glass windows, and Steve was surprised to find that he liked them very much, even though he could not recognize a single thing in any of them. Usually, such "abstract" art made him nervous and insecure, but it was good to just enjoy Bonnie's paintings without having to worry about what they meant.
Bonnie returned with a small tray of glasses. She set it down on the floor in front of the two men.
Cuthbert was looking pointedly up between her legs as she bent down in front of them. His hand moved slowly across the hard bulge in his pants.
"I like your paintings," Steve said, drinking from the glass. It was Drambuie. He liked that, too.
"Oh ... yes?" Bonnie replied. "I rather like them myself, although I've never really painted what I meant to paint. You know?"
Steve nodded. He didn't know, but he thought perhaps he had an inkling of what the girl was talking about.
"That one over there looks like a squashed frog!" Cuthbert said, joining in the art conversation.
Bonnie laughed, but Steve was mortified. "It does a little, doesn't it!" the blonde girl replied, sipping from her glass.
She went over to the record player which was on a low cabinet nearby and put on a record that already sat on the turntable.
"Isaac Hayes..." she said, as a sweet sleepy voice began to intone soft words of love with a low sensuous beat.
"Nice..." Steve said. He felt more relaxed. He really liked Bonnie's studio. So different from his house in San Francisco with Carole's white curtains and the pictures of flowers hanging over the mantelpiece. The Van Gogh reproduction that everyone had, the sculpture from the mail-order club.
Bonnie surveyed the situation. The time was now, if she was going to get any painting done tonight. She'd try the line that she liked best of all in the world. "Mind if I get more comfortable?" she asked.
"Not on your life, sweetheart!" Cuthbert said. The thick bulge of his cock was getting more and more obvious.
Steve watched in amazement as Bonnie began to unzip her dress, letting it fall softly to her feet. In seconds she stood before them, clad only in a tiny pair of bikini panties of a deep purple color, and a matching brassiere that barely covered the tips of her voluminously curved breasts.
Jesus ... this is really something! Cuthbert thought. Got to hand it to old Regent ... knows how to have a good time!
Steve groaned at the sight of the girl's beautiful body. The thought that within a few moments he'd be touching it, even be inside the tight little "vee" that hid between her thighs beneath those panties nearly drove him wild.
Bonnie enjoyed this look on the two men's faces. She smiled sweetly. "Like it?" she asked. She felt a little bit like Mae West in an old movie.
"Does the sun come up every morning?" Cuthbert growled, reaching out for her. But Bonnie did a quick step backwards. She wasn't quite ready yet, not quite. "Why don't you boys get undressed too?" she asked. "It's nicer that way!"
They really are boys, she thought, not men! She had known only a few of what she considered to be real men in her lifetime, and they did not fit the description of Steve Regent and Arnold Cuthbert.
She tried to refrain from sighing as the corpulence of Cuthbert was revealed bit by bit. We can't all be perfect, she thought charitably. Steve was not so bad, though, and she even liked his lanky good looks. Each of them had good-sized cocks, she noticed, and Cuthbert's was the thicker of the two. She wondered if she would allow herself to feel any pleasure. In the early morning her current lover would arrive from the Fillmore where he did a mime show he would love her long and well, and then perhaps in the afternoon she would go to Sweenie's where the most beautiful girls of northern California gathered, and if she was lucky, she would get one of them to come home with her, and she would seduce or allow herself to be seduced into a long and dreamy afternoon of feminine love.
But now, she would have to decide just how detached she wanted to be, how her body would respond chemically to her mind's ramblings as she gave herself to the two men.
She stepped out of her brief purple panties, revealing the tendrilled gold of her hair-trimmed pussy, and then unsnapped her brassiere with a natural graceful motion that freed her heavy but firm breasts to the lustful stares of Steve and Cuthbert.
Now completely naked, the young girl stepped forward and joined the two men on the bed. Their hot hands touched her, and she abandoned herself to them, reaching down to touch the thickness of Cuthbert's lustfully swollen cock where it protruded from beneath his paunch.
She couldn't help shivering at the size of it.
"Oh ... yeah ... I gonna treat you nice ... real nice..." Cuthbert crooned. She was lying down on the fur cover now, one of them on either side of her, her fingers toying with Cuthbert's raging hard penis, and now her other hand reached for the long hardness of Steve's thick-veined cock. She lay with the two hard cocks in each hand, while the men began to let their hands rove over her willingly exposed nakedness. The tips of her firm full breasts responded by hardening to their rough pinchings and fondling, and her belly quivered as they moved downward toward her blonde-haired pussy. Someone's finger, she could not tell whose, began to worm up inside her moistening cunt. It felt good, and she decided to let herself enjoy it. Why not, after all? There was no law that said she shouldn't! As soon as she had decided this, the finger, which was now churning high up inside her tight little vaginal passage, began to give her a burning pleasure. Another finger was added to it, and she realized that each of the men was entering her secret cunt. The two male fingers began to create a frenzy of excitement within her, and she wriggled her hips upward toward them, letting them rise higher and higher into the golden sensitivity of her hair-lined cunt.
"Ommmmmmooohhh!" she crooned. "Yesssss ... Nicccceeee!"
Each of their throbbing cocks was held tightly in her hands and she moved up and down on two thick foreskins, pulling them all the way back until the blunt rubbery cock-heads glistened tautly upward.
"CHRIST! I GOTTA FUCK HER!" Cuthbert cried out. "LEMME FUCK HER!" He rose up, but Bonnie pushed him back down ... moving up herself. "No ... let me!" she said, her voice husky with desire.
The two men watched her with lust-glazed eyes as Bonnie moved, her naked breasts dancing sensuously, her cream-white body positioning itself as she wanted it.
Hungrily, Steve watched as the beautiful, strong-willed creature arranged herself over the large fat man. She straddled his thighs with her own, and holding herself forward grasped onto his up-thrust penis as though it were a saddle horn.
Beneath her, Cuthbert gasped, for Bonnie was now lowering herself slowly but surely, placing him, adjusting his cock so that it would fit directly up into the tight ring of flesh that glistened coral pink between the golden curls of her cunt.
"Aaaahhhhhh!" Bonnie cried out as she wriggled herself slowly downward, letting the thick penis move upward into her, worming its way with a definite motion toward the far end of her waiting pussy.
"OH GOD, OH GOD!" Cuthbert cried.
Steve couldn't control himself any longer. He was stroking his own rock-hard cock while he watched them, prey to the strongest sensation of desire that he'd felt in some time.
He moved over closer to the copulating couple just as Bonnie thrust herself all the way down upon the high-positioned staff of Cuthbert's desire-tormented cock.
He could see the muscles of the girl's belly contracting as she felt the hardness of the older man's penis all the way up inside her soft little belly, filling her streaming tight passage with its lustful girth. Kneeling beside them on the low mattress, he was gratified to feel Bonnie reach out for his waiting cock. He knew she was utterly filled by Cuthbert, in fact being royally fucked as Cuthbert began to buck his hips upward against her and she began to bear down hard upon him, creating a rubbing sensation up inside her that made her grow more and more excited.
The pressure of her fingers upon his own cock was insistent as she slid her palm back and forth in a steady heated motion that mimicked the excitement she felt from the steady, pounding fucking she was getting and giving.
"OH BABY, BABY WHAT A CUNT! WHAT A SNATCH!" Cuthbert cried out, beside himself with delight.
To his surprise, just when Steve thought he wouldn't be able to stand the girl's expert manipulations any longer, she began to push against him so that he understood that she wanted him to lie back. He did so, and saw her clamber quickly up from the glistening hardness of Cuthbert's penis, still hot from its friction inside her secret channel, and with a quick movement, thrust herself down on top of his upward throbbing penis.
As he felt the soft warmth of her hair-lined pussy lips enfold his cock and he sank upward into the deep length of her vaginal passage, Steve groaned and arched his loins so that he reached the very deepest part of the blonde girl's womb, creating a moment of acute pleasure for them both that made them cry out in unison.
He saw her leaning over, even as she wriggled and squirmed lustfully upon him, and her lips took in the hot hard rubbery-tipped head of Cuthbert's cock, swallowing it and gulping at it until she managed a sure rhythm between her own pleasure and his.
Beside himself with excitement as he felt Bonnie moving steadily, working and grinding against him, Steve reached out for the golden mounds of her breasts, cupping them and leaning forward to take the pebble hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers to roll and pull mercilessly at them.
Bonnie felt several hot flashes sweep over her nakedness as the tiny rolls of tender inner flesh of her pussy were prodded upward by Steve's lustfully advancing cock. She felt an undeniable desire to cum. She could feel Cuthbert's penis quivering wetly within her mouth as she gasped and sucked harder upon it.
"Ooooooh GO BABY GO!" he announced lewdly, his fingers joining Steve's as he moved hotly over the young girl's flesh, feeling her gyrating buttocks, her flat white stomach, and the voluptuous swell of her tingling breasts.
Steve's hands were around her waist now and she felt him lifting her upward. She would rather have done it herself, but she didn't mind now ... now that it was almost over. She was going to cum and it was going to be good!
Suddenly the pace of the threesome was quickened.
"OHHH NOOOWWWM" she groaned around Cuthbert's thickly stiffening cock, and Steve thrust her downward against his rising penis, gritting his teeth hard as he felt her yawning pussy contracting against him.
"OH SHIIITTTT!! " Steve groaned, and suddenly he was bucking and churning and she was too. His near-bursting cock was slipping and sliding, impaling Bonnie's hotly clasping pussy with new determination. They both grunted and groaned, Bonnie's nakedness bent and twisted as she continued to lean sideways to suck and lick at Cuthbert's impossibly hardened cock.
Deep inside Bonnie's pulsating cunt a spark grew and then doubled itself. Frantically she caught onto Steve's hair. Cuthbert plowed upward into her rnouth in short jerky motions, beginning now to spurt thick hot jets of cum directly up against her wide-open mouth. She coughed and sputtered and received it with hard swallows, her soft curls falling over the thickly quivering mass of the older man's belly.
"NNNNNAAAAAA!" she cried, and then, "AAAAAaaahhhhh!" She hissed urgently, making obscenely loud slurping noises around Cuthbert's climaxing cock. The two men, overwhelmed by her responses, squeezed and fingered at Bonnie's sweat-slickened flesh in the final stages of their mindless fucking of her willing body. Four hands grappled with her trembling breasts, four hands smoothed and kneaded hungrily at her slapping buttocks.
Blissfully, totally involved with what was happening in the young girl artist's studio, Steve pushed upward with one last might thrust, feeling her cuntal muscles contracting wildly around his lust-crazed penis. She was cumming!
"I'M CUMMING!" he cried as he released wave after wave of his hot thick semen deep into the burning channel of her golden-haired cunt. His hairy balls smacked hard up against the underside of her soft nether cheeks and with a last jerking tremble he pressed tight against her, holding her down onto him and feeling her vagina fill to the almost bursting point with the sticky white fluid of his orgasm.
"AAAAAAaaaaaaaaahhh!" Bonnie jiggled and danced upon his wetly convulsing hardness. Another orgasm was growing from the last, and she allowed it to fill her loins with a soft, fuzzy ecstasy as she felt Cuthbert's cock slipping lewdly from her parted lips.
"What a fuck ... what a fuck!" Cuthbert was mumbling.
Bonnie shivered as Steve's deflating penis started to slide out of her streaming wet pussy.
"You boys aren't bad," she said, smiling to herself. "Not bad at all!"
CHAPTER FIVE
"What else shall we get?" Carole's pretty face could not hide the fact that something was wrong, even though she was trying to be cheerful. Steve hadn't come in until 3:00 a.m., and she'd smelled a strange perfume on him when he did. What kind of a business meeting had he had? He'd rolled into bed smelling of perfume and booze and hadn't even touched her, had barely muttered goodnight. And now this morning, he was the one who was sullen and withdrawn, not even giving her the chance to be properly angry!
Steve looked up from the couch where he was studying the same Playboy magazine that had made his wife so upset a few days before.
"I don't care, Carole ... you know I don't care ... Just get something good, get anything!" He hated it when she made him decide what he wanted to have to eat.
"Well, we'll be a couple of hours, anyway, because I'm going to have my hair done."
"Yeah ... okay!" Steve was hung over and in a foul mood despite the good time he'd had at Bonnie's and despite the fact that there was no doubt about Cuthbert sticking with the profitable deal the two companies were making. He was just plain bored by the cabin and their mountain vacation and what he considered to be the dullness around him, especially after meeting a fascinating person like Bonnie Summers. It also irked him to see Carole mad at him, and he was determined not to give in to her. Let her be mad if she wanted to be!
"Well, Bob's going to help me," Carole said, still lingering.
"Fine," Steve replied. "See you later, son!"
Bob was already halfway out the screen door. "Bye, Dad!" he cried. He liked being alone with his mother, and he was especially looking forward to it today. Three nights straight now, he'd been learning more and more about sex from his Aunt Mary, although not as much as he'd hoped to learn. She kept getting him to do the same thing to her, and even though he enjoyed it, he felt ready to graduate to something else. Perhaps tonight, he thought as he made his way down the steep wooden stairs. Meanwhile, he would get to sit close to Mom in the car, to smell her perfume and to imagine the new things, games he'd invented the past few nights after returning to his room Mom! The rapidity of his "Lessons" and the excitement generated in his body as well as in his imagination led him to think excessively, not only of his nineteen year old aunt, but of his mother! Everything about his Aunt Mary's nakedly quivering body as offered to him against the steaming heat of her sheets and the moistly throbbing surfaces of his own body, had lead him to believe that his mother's body beneath the clothes she wore might be even more beautiful!
"Are you coming, Mom?" he called as his mother still lingered up in the house.
"Yes ... coming, Bob. Goodbye, Steve. So long, Mary ... I'll bring you back a Cosmopolitan!"
Steve stopped reading his magazine. He had almost forgotten Mary's presence in the house until his wife had called to her and the young girl's answer told him she was in her room.
What does she do in there all the time? he wondered. Probably jerking off! he answered himself, becoming mildly stimulated by the mere thought of his pretty blonde sister-in-law doing such obscene things to herself in her room.
They were alone in the house now, and Steve realized that he had hardly ever talked to the girl.
"Mary?" he called. There was no reply. "MARY!" he called. After all, he was the authority figure in the house. She was just a kid ... a teenager.
"Yes?" Mary opened the door to her room and stuck her head out.
"Why don't you come sit out on the back deck with me? The sun's nice and warm!" he offered. "Don't you get tired of hanging around in your room?"
"Okay," Mary answered, and a few seconds later she strolled down the hall and into the living room. Steve had already opened up the sliding glass panels of the door and was standing on the wooden deck that looked over a splendid view of the valley. He could sense her standing behind him, watching him. He thought about how much the artist-girl last night had resembled his sister-in-law, Mary ... because of her hair, he reasoned. Other than that he really couldn't say they looked that much alike. Yet the intertwining of the two girls in his mind was extremely exciting to him, and he wondered what Mary was thinking as she looked at his back.
He turned to face her. She was wearing her usual short shorts and a halter top, and in her hand was a tube of suntan lotion.
"Want me to put that on you?" he asked.
"Sure, Steve," Mary replied. He was nothing like Phil really ... but there was something about him, and she had HEARD just what he was capable of in bed. Almost as good as Phil, she thought wistfully. And then she thought about her simpy older sister on her way to the hairdresser. She thought with satisfaction of her budding relationship with Carole's son, thirteen year old Bob, and with a brilliant smile she handed the suntan lotion to her sister's husband.
She lay down upon the warm wood floor after spreading out a white towel below her. Steve bent eagerly over her, his hands already fiddling with the top of the lotion tube.
"Don't you get lonesome in there all the time?" he asked in a low voice.
"Yes ... yes, I do," Mary replied, and she slowly reached back and undid the tie of her halter so that the lotion could be spread all over her upper back, freeing her naked breasts and exposing a portion of their gently rounded sides as she lay on her belly on the towel.
* * *
Steve tossed and turned in bed that night. Carole was sobbing gently beside him. It was true that they hadn't made love since that night, and he recognized that it seemed a bit cruel. Each night he'd been promising himself to give his pretty brunette wife the loving she obviously craved from him since the other night. But each time, he'd been preoccupied by other thoughts. Tonight was particularly bad, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to make love with her, no matter what.
"You don't love me any more!" Carole sobbed.
"Nonsense!" he replied. "All the months in the past we've gone without making love, and you've never complained. I tell you I've got other things on my mind these days ... thinking a few things through ... it won't last long!"
"What other things? Women?" she cried. "Other women?" she thought of the perfume, of how long he'd been out that night supposedly with Cuthbert. The idea of his making love to another woman drove her crazy. She felt that she could even kill if necessary ... that she would kill any other woman she ever caught with her husband!
"Don't be ridiculous! You know there's no one else but you," he lied easily. Well, in a sense it was true. No one would ever really take his wife's place in his affections ... but after all, they had years to go together ... there was plenty of time for other experiences, other thrills, certainly.
Carole got up. She was ashamed of the things she'd said, and ashamed of the burning desire inside her body. What was getting into her, after all? She went to her dresser and opened up the small box of Snooz-alls, the non-prescription sleeping pills she'd gotten at the drug store earlier that day. Tearfully, she read the label. "Take one to two tablets before bedtime with a hot liquid. She promptly took three of the pink tablets, while looking at the picture of the woman on the box who was sleeping with a smile curling her lips.
Then she looked in the mirror, her own reflection frowning back at her, and the ridiculously sexy gown she was wearing sickened her. It only made sense to wear such a thing, a low-cut transparent Christmas present nightgown, if the man you were with was paying some attention to you!
She hurriedly took it off, and fumbled in the drawer for a pair of sensible cotton pajamas. When she had put them on over her feverish body, she turned to see that Steve hadn't even been watching as she'd bent over, her pale white buttocks naked and exposed in his direction.
She lay down beside him and within fifteen minutes was sound asleep. Steve lay wide awake beside his sleeping wife, staring at the ceiling,. He was thinking about what had happened on the sun deck that afternoon. Nothing much really, but enough so that he knew. He knew that unless he missed his guess, it wouldn't be hard to get into those tight little shorts that his nineteen year old sister-in-law wore! He remembered the long, long application of suntan lotion, and how the young girl had shivered beneath his touch. Each swirl of the disappearing white liquid had taken his fingers closer and closer to the rounded smoothness of the sides of her breasts. It had taken all the will power he could muster to keep from going further. He had knelt over the reclining young blonde, his body tensed with longing, his desire-hardened penis thick with muted anticipation.
Would he go to her room that night or not? The unfinished conversation they'd had on the deck had seemed to indicate that he could ... that in fact she might be expecting him to! But he couldn't really be sure of that! Perhaps he had misunderstood the whole thing! Perhaps the poor girl was just trying to be friendly, picking up on his overtures of friendliness and taking them at face value rather than seeing that his intentions were purely lustful!
He went over and over what they had said, trying to decide.
"Sometimes I stay awake late at night," she'd said.
"Don't you want someone to talk to sometimes?"
"Yes, sometimes I say, if only someone would be here with me, then I could tell them what's bothering me and I'd feel better. My nerves are so bad that I really need something to calm them."
He'd spread the lotion with the utmost care, trying to give her as much pleasure in the simple pressure of his fingers as he could under the circumstances. He had something for her nerves, all right! A good stiff eight inches!
After a few more moments, Steve got up and put on his bathrobe over his pajama bottoms. He never bothered to wear a top. Carefully, so as not to make any noise he left his bedroom and made his way down the hall to his wife's younger sister's room.
He paused outside the door a long while and then went into the kitchen where he poured himself a stiff bourbon and water. He drank it down, and felt more sure of himself. If she wanted him to leave, she'd tell him ... and that would be that. She'd never tell Carole, that much he was sure. He didn't know why, but he had the feeling that Mary didn't return the warm feelings that Carole professed to have for her little sister. Even so, he paused outside the door for another long minute, then nervously reached for the knob and turned it.
He nearly had a heart attack when he felt her hands on him. She was standing just inside the doorway and was not in her bed as he had imagined. Nor was she surprised by his arrival, as he had also expected.
"I heard you outside," she said, and as his eyes accustomed themselves to the darkness, Steve could see that Mary was staring intently up at him in the darkness. Her hand was running up and down his arm, and it was giving him the shivers. The thought that Mary was crazy, really nuts, flashed through his mind. "I'm so glad you came!" she said intensely.
"Uh..." He was about to say something, he didn't know what, and it didn't really matter, because at once the young blonde girl was kneeling in front of him, leaning over while her fingers reached into the easily parted opening of his pajama pants. She was touching his twitching hard cock, bringing it to aching life and pulling it forward toward her waiting lips!
He clutched onto the door behind him for support as he felt her lips and mouth accepting the full blood-swollen head of his excitedly throbbing penis and sucking it up inside her mouth.
The idea of his own sister-in-law touching him there ... actually sucking him in the darkness of her room was overpoweringly maddening, and Steve groaned as he felt the warm wet sensations of her lips slipping up and down his tremulously pulsing cock.
"Oh Christ ... Mary!" he said.
"MMMMMMMMM," Mary replied. What a nice cock he has, she thought ... remembering to do it just as she'd done her boy friend Phil's ... just the way he'd liked it.
"Baby ... you can suck cock like nobody's business ... it's just like fucking a soft wet cloud," Phil had told her once. Now her fingers went up and down the base of her brother-in-law's cock, firmly, then softly with a light feathery motion. Her tongue slipped forward and flicked enticingly across the sensitive head on the out-stroke, and after thrusting her mouth all the way down, she let her tongue wiggle up and down the long hard shaft, then let it burrow deep into her throat. As Steve's fingers tangled in her long blonde hair, directing her head, forcing her lips further and further down on his impaling cock, she thought to herself that it wouldn't be long before she had everything her sister Carole had. It seemed possible that this might be a fitting substitute for Phil, that is, until Phil came back to her!
* * *
Bob paced back and forth in his room. He felt a deep despair that only an adolescent who has begun to delve deeply into the mysteries of life could know.
She'd told him not to come tonight. Why? He wanted so desperately to go to his Aunt Mary's room that he could taste it! He felt cruelly deprived of the languorous sensations that the older girl had been exposing him to. He was afraid that she would never let him come again! He paced and paced, frail and slight in his pajamas, watching as the moonlight spread patterns across the floor of her room. Somewhere outside an owl hooted, and finally he decided to act. Quietly he slipped from his room and started down the hall.
Then he was back quickly and suddenly, pulling the door behind him again. Someone had been in the hall. Curiosity got the better of his fear, and when he heard nothing else he sneaked a look into the hall. Looking down toward Mary's door, he saw his father, kissing Mary goodnight! And then the older man was turning toward him and he ducked back inside, his heart pounding like the motor of a battle ship. Young Bob's fists were tightly clenched as he leaned against the door, tears streaming down his pale face.
He didn't quite know what he would do, but he knew he would get even with his father for this ... that he would never forgive him for taking Mary from him.
It was hours later when he moved from his room again, that time just before the dawn comes, when the sky is beginning to turn gray beyond the mountains. Bob slipped into the older girl's room and saw her peacefully sleeping in her bed. She'd been putting him off all this time, and now he knew that she wouldn't. His anger and his need for action drove him forth and he quickly stripped and slipped under the covers with his Aunt Mary.
She was big and warm next to him, and as she turned sleepily, foggily toward him, not understanding exactly what was happening, he mushed himself over onto her so that he was on top of her soft naked body.
"Bobbie!" she cried softly, waking up. "OOooh Bobbie ... you shouldn't!" But he was already moving against her, already his young virgin cock was sliding across the tender expanse of her stomach. Already he could feel her trembling beneath him, holding him, pulling him closer to her womanly form!
"Let me feel your cock ... your little baby cock..." she crooned to him, her hands going down between their bodies. Bob felt his inexperienced penis growing stiff and harder in her hands. She had never touched it before!
"Oh, it feels good, Bobbie ... MUCH bigger than I thought ... it's ... very nice!" Her words were thrilling, and the young boy felt flushed and so nervous that he was afraid he might cum right then and there against her smoothly pressing belly.
"Hurry ... put it in ... right there ... yes ... see, right down there!" Her lithe long legs were spreading as she guided his virgin cock up toward her hungering pussy. Her hips and buttocks writhed slightly and Bob's young cock jerked forward and grew another few eager centimeters in circumference. He could feel the blood pounding inside it, just as the blood pounded at his temples with crazy uneven beats. He did not know which would burn up first, his head or his lust-driven cock, as his aunt's experienced fingers gently but firmly slanted his desire-swollen penis toward her hot little cunt.
God, she's so wet! he thought as the blunt end of his penis slid a little way into the lustfully pulsing entrance of Aunt Mary's widespread cuntal lips. She shivered beneath her young nephew and the pink hair-lined opening of her vagina spread even wider for him as suddenly he pushed. Hard! His straining cock throbbed all the way up into the most entrancing place it had ever been ... his Aunt Mary's tightly clasping pussy! He could feel himself getting harder and harder against that soft darkness inside the older girl as Mary grunted and molded her voluptuous nakedness to his, spreading her legs out still more and letting his youthfully quivering loins smack tight against hers.
He was in as far as he could go!
"IT FEELS ... OOOOHHHHHHHHHH!" Words failed the excited thirteen year old as he began to skewer into his seductive aunt's willingly open cunt, worming his throbbing young cock upward into the welcoming passage of the nineteen year old's blonde-haired pussy. Then slowly they began to move together, his young face pressed against hers as her hands pulled downward on his hard-tensed buttocks. Her lips searched out his and he felt her soft pointed tongue pressing its way lewdly into his mouth. The taste of her mouth reminded him of the taste of her pussy, a taste he knew well, and a frantic dizziness overtook him.
"OH, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!" he groaned.
"Oh baby nephew ... I love you too! What your darling little cock is doing to me!"
Every sinew and muscle in the young boy's body tightened to meet the demands of his aunt's sensuously writhing nakedness. For every move she made, he made too.
"Is it better than Daddy?" he cried, gritting his teeth as he bore down heavily into the older girl. "Is it better than Dad?"
Lost in her own world of excitement, Mary did not answer the question. She was unable to tell the young boy that she had done nothing else with his father but suck exhaustively on his lustfully hardened cock! Afterward, by mutual agreement, the older man had left, but each had known that he'd return another night for more!
Mary willingly gave herself up to her young nephew, marveling at the exciting technique that the thirteen year old was inventing upon his own. She could not help taking full credit for it and for the powerful accuracy of the dream that had told her just what direction to take where little Bob was concerned. She groaned as his slender naked body slapped and slid over her creamy-toned flesh. Her hands pressed hard against his flexing buttocks as she lifted her loins up against his.
It was lasting a long, long time, and then Bob could suddenly feel it happening. His thickening penis, all immersed as it was in soft and wet sensation, was going to cum! This monumental moment in his first true orgasm with a woman sent tiny thrills racing through him that seemed to raise the hair on the back of his neck. Eyes closed, head back, he was thrusting mightily into his voluptuous nineteen year old aunt, his face a mask of desire, his hair wet and plastered against his head. He jerked forward a bit and beneath him felt Mary tightening her cuntal muscles around his entering cock. His tingling penis stiffened and with the most exquisite pleasure spiraling outward, shot a thick hot stream of teenage cum on its wild ricocheting journey toward Mary's flaring, accepting womb.
Mary felt the wet splashes entering her, seeping deep up inside the moist channel of her golden-haired pussy, and it seemed to be obliterating all the pain she'd known ... the pain of her mother's unloving attitudes, the pain of not knowing her real father ... the pain of her older sister's perfection, and most of all ... the pain of losing Phil!
"Ooooooohhhhhhhh!" she wailed, her lips parted, a tiny bit of saliva glistening at the corner of them as she felt her climax releasing her from the terrible loneliness she felt inside her.
"Oh Bobbie ... Bobbie," she cried, "DO IT! DO IT! DO IT TO MEEEEEEEEEE!"
Bob was crying, big full tears that were as much a part of his orgasm as the trembling convulsions of pleasure that he felt all along the throbbing surfaces of his still climaxing cock. As he pushed himself harder against his young Aunt Mary, he could feel her full firm breasts smashing hotly against his chest, as her wide-held pussy gratefully accepted the spurting seed of his virgin desire.
CHAPTER SIX
"That little bitch!" Steve watched as his sister-in-law moved languidly through the tall grass at the lake. "That little cock-tease!" he muttered to himself.
"What did you say, darling?" Carole nibbled delicately upon a chicken bone. They were having a picnic, and the sun was high overhead. Bob scrambled up and ran after his Aunt Mary, barefoot and tan in his bathing trunks. Mary was wearing one of the smallest bikinis that Steve had ever seen, and it irked him on end that he had been unable to consummate his lust for the young girl who was his wife's sister.
"Nothing," he replied surlily.
"What do you mean, nothing?" Carole said, really angry. He was going to spoil another day for them. She just didn't know how much longer she could put up with her husband's insults, his indifference, his brooding!
"Are you going to keep this up?" she asked through clenched teeth.
"If I like!" Steve replied, thinking of how
Mary had turned him away from her door two nights in a row now. He just couldn't believe it after what she'd done to him that night, sucking him off so lewdly, so blissfully. He'd assumed it was a foregone conclusion that he would return for the real thing ... his hard cock slipping up into that tight little cunt of hers! But Mary was having no part of it, and he had come to hate that smug look on her pretty face, that vacant, odd expression in her eyes.
Carole was crying. Clad in a two-piece suit herself that was somewhat less revealing than her younger sister's, her bare shoulders hunched over as she cupped her face in her hands. This was just the limit of her endurance. She couldn't stay another moment with Steve. Her mind was muddled with thoughts of divorce, with questions as to just what she would do in life without a husband ... but it seemed that anything might be better than this constant bickering, even though it had been going on for only a short while. If she were losing her husband to another woman, she had no idea what to do about it. She felt terrified and alone, filled with deep insecurities.
"You never even touch me anymore!" she wailed mournfully, her lips quivering as she looked up at him.
Steve had a moment of contrition. It was true, he was being unnecessarily cruel to his wife, and he wasn't sure that she deserved all of it. He felt his cock heavy and bloated as it was most of the time these days ... although not for Carole. But why not let his unhappy wife benefit from it, he wondered, already getting excited by the fact that he would soon know a temporary release from his lust for his wife's pretty young sister.
Brusquely, he grabbed Carole by the hand. "Come on..." he said, making a motion with his head toward the higher grass and a secluded spot in the fields around the other side of the lake. "Come on..."
Carole felt flushed and excited as she followed him. He was pulling her fast toward a spot that she knew well. They had been there once before, but then she had been too embarrassed to make love with him outdoors. Today would be different, she knew ... today she would welcome the opportunity to feel the hard hot earth beneath her nakedly writhing back.
Then they were there, and Steve stopped, panting and out of breath. Hastily he began to slip out of his bathing suit as Carole hesitantly unclasped the back of her red bikini top. It fell away, and the untanned voluptuousness of her breasts swelled ripely free, cooled by the light breeze that came from the mountains. She shivered as she saw the hard red staff of Steve's rampant cock sticking angrily outward from his strong muscular limbs.
"Oh!" And then he was pulling her down to the ground and she had little time to think. She felt him fumbling with the tight elastic pants of her bathing suit, yanking them off ... his hands felt rough and hard upon her soft trembling flesh, and for some reason she felt a sudden deep-seated fear of what was about to happen. She had a premonition that the lovely moment she had longed for would not be forthcoming in the secluded spot her husband had picked.
She was quickly naked and quivering defenselessly beneath him, looking up at him in a vain attempt to meet his eyes. He would not look at her, though. It was as if he were staring right through her!
Suddenly he spoke, and his words were harsh and hateful. "You want something ... something special, don't you ... well, I'll give you something special! I've always wanted to do this to you ... for years now!"
"WHAT? Steve ... please don't talk to me like this ... don't treat me like this."
"Never mind! Turn over."
"Turn over? ... But what for."
"You'll soon see..." his angry red face bellowed down at her. "You'll soon see..." And with that, Steve grabbed at the soft flesh of his beautiful young wife's waist and flipped her brutally over onto her stomach, leering down at her milk-white oval buttocks. He watched them quiver with each trembling breath she took, the soft well-roundedness staring defenselessly back at him. His throbbing cock ached dully and he felt prey to a horrid kind of desire that no normal loving could cure.
He continued staring hard at his wife's helplessly wavering ass-cheeks, and with his thumbs pressing outward he spread apart the full white mounds. Leaning over, he peered inside the warm deep crevice of his wife's nakedly trembling buttocks.
"What ... what are you doing?" Carole started protesting, but she felt her husband's strong hand on the back of her head and found her face suddenly pushed down hard into the soft earth. Afraid of what he might do to her if she resisted him, she abruptly stopped talking.
With a growing sense of panic, Carole felt him begin to probe inside her now widely spread buttocks. His thick fingers were roaming over the tender flesh, teasing and exploring where he had never touched her before. Her dazed mind sensed in horror that he was going to make her submit to some kind of horrible indignity, and even as she realized it, his middle finger was pressing experimentally at her tiny puckered anus, spreading it, teasing it and then suddenly ... painfully ... it popped inside up to the first knuckle into the tight virginal hole.
Barely hearing his young wife's protests, Steve wormed his finger in further, feeling the tight little hole expand unwillingly at the forced pressure. Carole winced in pain and cried out again, but it only caused him to move his finger around still more within the dark, defensively clenching confines of her never-before-entered rectum. The clinging rubbery outer lips gave a little beneath his lewd prodding and encouraging Steve to force in another finger.
"NNNOOOOOO . . .AARRRGGGGHHH!! ! "
Carole screamed out again and again, desperately trying to get away from the maniac she was married to. But Steve pinned her down to the ground with his other hand pressed into her back and continued his attack. He positioned himself into a better position back between her legs, looking directly into the widespread area of her soft nether region.
"Oh God ... Steve ... you've got to stop! Steve ... You're hurting me! ... Please stop ... you've got to stop ... oh God, Steve ... oh, God!"
Carole was in tears now. She had never felt such pain, such humiliation. Her entire anal canal spread open like that ... his fingers working at her secret flesh ... it was so terrible that the thoughts could not form themselves properly in her muddled brain. She could feel the cool mountain air blowing across her normally protected rectal channel and the strange intrusion of Steve's fingers was the most unnatural thing she had ever felt. "KNEEL UP!"
The horrid words resounded obscenely in her ears, and at first Carole could not respond.
"I said, 'KNEEL UP', " Steve screamed down at his trembling wife, reinforcing his harsh demands but ramming his two fingers hard up into her already aching passage.
The incredible mass of pain stunned the young wife, but somehow she hoped that by obeying him she would end her torment faster. Perhaps if she changed her position, it wouldn't hurt so much. And so obediently, and on shaky knees, she lifted herself up, presenting her raging husband with the wide-stretched moons of her buttocks as she rested her hot-flushed face upon the cool grassy earth.
It did seem to hurt less in this position, and for a few brief wonderful seconds Steve's fingers remained motionless in her aching anus. Then, suddenly and without warning, his fingers were moving backward slowly. Her still fearfully clenching rectum closed up again behind their withdrawal and she could feel pure blissful relief all along her ravaged rectal passage.
Slowly ... slowly they moved, and then both thick fingers popped out and Carole was surprised to feel a strange kind of pleasure there now ... a pleasure totally different from anything she had ever known before. There was something about her humiliating position that was causing it ... something about her buttocks being spread lewdly open like that ... and to be out in the open air ... the curly tendrils of her pussy being spread apart by her obscene kneeling position ... she was exposed ... completely exposed and at the mercy of whatever her virile young husband might do to her next.
Wild thrills were racing along the pretty brunette's spine and her fear seemed to be making her excited. SHE WANTED HIM TO MAKE LOVE TO HER! The thought of Steve's superior strength sent a perverse shiver from the tips of her toes to the nape of her neck. In spite of everything, a growing desire for her husband was sprouting in the pit of her stomach. In spite of being completely exposed in the outdoors, her sister and son only a scant number of yards away ... in spite of all of it, her desire-tensed vagina felt open and empty and she longed to feel his hardened penis entering her. OH GOD, SHE WISHED HE WOULD TAKE HER NOW!
"Oh darling," she whispered timidly, "Take me ... love me now ... take me now!"
She felt her husband's hard body approach hers and she invitingly rotated her white trembling buttocks around in a lewd encouraging circle. His swollen rock-hard penis grazed the naked flesh of her buttocks and she felt a giant tremor of lust growing deep in her loins.
"Yyyyyyeeessssssss ... " she hissed from between her tightly clenched teeth.
"Take it in your hand!" Steve growled down at her.
Obediently, Carole's hand reached back and around and she enclosed the long pole of his penis in his soft palm. IT FELT HUGE! Shivering with lustful anticipation, she clung to its blood-swollen girth, trying to position her already moistened pussy so that he could enter her easily from his kneeling position.
"OH NO!" he bellowed out. "Not there ... not this time!"
Carole cringed as she felt her husband move his cock from her hand, prying her fingers away so that he could put it where he wanted it. Sheer panic almost blinded her and she clenched her eyes shut as she felt him place the huge blunt tip of his lust-hardened member against the tight hairless opening of her anus!
Steve leaned back so he would be able to watch his cock going in he had waited a long time for this moment! He observed his pulsating rod of flesh as it took up a huge place in the softly yielding crevice and began worming its way into the quivering tightness of her anus.
"No, Steve ... you couldn't do this to me ... you wouldn't ... Steve!"
"Oh, wouldn't I? ... Well, just watch!"
Her full-fleshed buttocks remained perfectly positioned for his cock, pointed submissively skyward while he strained hard against the tiny resisting nether ring. Carole was simpering and moaning now and he was impatient as it seemed as though it might never go in. His balls ached with desire and his penis tingled with desperate excitement. Suddenly, he pushed with all the strength he could muster, and like a searing pole of fire his thickly swollen penis surged forward, the red bloated head popping inside her clenching anus with a sudden brutal insistence.
"AAAARRRRRRGGGGGG!! ! ! ! "
Carole screamed out in pain and horror, the sudden entry into her virginal passage of such an enormous instrument causing searing white flashes of heat to burst behind her tightly closed eyelids. The pain was unfathomable ... it was everywhere inside her ... all around her ... engulfing her in its all-consuming agony.
"No, Steve, please ... stop ... you've got to stop," Carole begged her husband, but he held her captive, never stopping his brutal onslaught.
"Fuck back!" he ordered. "I'm not all the way in yet ... fuck back."
"Oh, Steve ... you're too big for me ... it hurts ... it hurts so much!" the helplessly pinioned brunette sobbed.
But Steve ignored her feeble protests, shoving mercilessly into her as he dug into her flesh with his coarse hands.
"Shove back, damn it ... push your ass back at me!"
And she did as he ordered ... opening her anal passage to him with a deliberate mind-shattering effort as Steve's hotly throbbing penis surged up into the spongy, futilely resisting flesh without mercy.
Carole screamed out again in pain, her face a contorted jungle of twisted horror. But above her Steve, crooning with delight, pushed his way into her until the flat surface of his rock-hard stomach slapped against the protruding cheeks of her upraised buttocks.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... oh . . .oh," Carole gasped for breath as his engorged penis dug its way deeper and deeper into her virgin passage. She groaned as his pelvis smacked loudly against the softness of her white buttocks. She heard him give off a harsh whine of passion as he began to saw rhythmically deep into the soft confines of her aching rectum.
Gasping for air himself, Steve began spearing savagely and without the slightest mercy deep up into the softness of his wife's wide-split anus.
Gradually, the pain eased a little for her, though it was still a mixture of great hurting and humiliation. Then suddenly, she began to move backward to meet the forward thrust of his pounding loins, and began undulating her body, moving her buttocks in tight little sensuous circles. Slowly the pain lessened and a certain stimulation began to blend in with it. She bared her teeth and wagged her head from side to side, her hair a crazed entanglement hanging over her face looking for all the world like an enraged wild animal as she knelt there submissively before her mate in the wilds of the forest floor as he rammed deeper into her again and again and again.
"OOOOHHHHHH ... YYEEEESSSSSSS!! ! " she gasped aloud, feeling the tiny rippling waves of excitement start to overcome her. Absurdly, she sighed as the sensuous thrills expanded outward from her abused anal passage to every part of her now totally submissive body. She knew it was wrong and knowing this made her enjoy it all the more ... in fact, every time she visualized herself as someone else might see her, kneeling naked on the ground like this, being sodomized by her very own husband, she felt an undeniable surge of pure passion.
Now pounding furiously into his young wife's writhing buttocks, Steve felt exhilarated by his dominant position. He heard the change in her cries and realized what was happening inside her. Feeling hot flashes of desire spiraling throughout his driving penis, he pushed still deeper into her anus and held his throbbing member motionless there for a moment, then wormed it around and around inside her by grinding his hips back and forth and up and down. Her cries of mixed pain and pleasure were mournful and ecstatic. He pulled almost all the way out, leaving only the gigantic head buried within the tight elastic opening, paused a second, only to drive into her to the hilt in one long agonizingly slow stroke. His sperm-bloated balls slapped lewdly up against her exposed vagina, alive with sperm, and he knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer. He quickened his pace, slipping into her hard and fast, battering against her shaking white buttocks. His hands dug into her waist, his breath came haltingly from his open mouth. He could hear her moaning his name, and as he pulled her already widespread ass-cheeks farther apart with his thumbs, she started a low throaty whining noise that almost sent him out of his mind.
He began to ram rapidly into her hard and deep, battering her with his pelvis, gripping the tops of her thighs with his fingers and squeezing with all his strength to pull her back over his expanding cock. His eyes bulged wide at the spectacle of her young body buckling before him and the sadistic desire to hurt rippled through him as he jogged forward with a mighty thrust that seared up her stretched anus like fire.
Carole fucked back at her husband with renewed fervor, her untouched vagina contracting on its own in response to the signals from her rectum. She was going to climax!
"OH GOD, STEVE ... IT'S GOOD ... SO GOOD ... SOOOOO ... AAAAHHHHHHH!! "
Steve gasped and gave a mighty thrust into her hotly clenching depths and his wife's wildly clutching rectum responded hungrily. Beneath his back-breaking attack, Carole felt the first delicious torrents of her husband's searing white semen splash hotly into the depths of her ravished rectum, its warmth surging throughout her quaking body like a volcanic eruption, and she screamed as he touched off her own climax, great gushes of pleasure rippling through her as she felt his hot thick sperm running back out of her anus and down the crevice of her naked pussy where it met her own fluids and the two mingled warmly as they seeped down her legs onto the moist grass beneath them.
* * *
Bob and Mary stood transfixed at the edge of the small clearing that they'd chosen for their own love-making. They'd been watching for some time the bestial scene of Steve and his wife thrashing about upon the ground, and now that it had come to a dramatic climax, each felt exhausted. They turned hastily away from the secluded spot, fearful that they might be seen.
"Oh, Mary ... poor, poor Mother!" Bob cried. "Oh, I hate him ... I hate Daddy!"
"Never mind," Mary was thinking fast. She put her arm around the young boy and tried to console him as best she could.
"You. can get even with him, you know ... remember what you told me about how you feel about her?"
"How I feel about Mom?" he asked tearfully.
"Yes," Mary remembered as they were walking along back toward the car how little Bob had confided in her his strange feelings of desire for his mother. She had encouraged him then, not quite knowing why she did so, and now, she knew that it was out of spite. Mary was at last repaying her sister for every infraction, intentional or otherwise, that the older girl had inflicted upon her: And she herself was feeling healthier and better ... as though each time Carole was sapped of strength either physically or mentally, she was the recipient of it.
"HOW?" Bob asked. "HOW can I get even with him for hurting Mom like that ... and for doing those things to you?"
Bob still burned with jealousy at the thought of what Mary had told him about his Dad forcing his way into her room that night. But she had sworn to him that she'd done nothing other than give him the good-night kiss that the young boy had seen.
"You'll see ... tonight ... you'll see!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Carole prepared herself another cup of hot cocoa. Her eyes were red and swollen as she sat in the living room with the new cup and stared with unseeing eyes at the television set.
Near her sat her young son Bob and her sister Mary. Carole realized that she'd had little time to spend trying to help her sister over her problems ... she'd had far too many of her own! She was thankful that Steve had announced his departure earlier in the evening. He'd told her that he was driving back into the city, and that on his way he would arrange for a rented car to be delivered to her at the cabin for the family usage.
Even though it was terrible to realize that he had left angry and disturbed, Carole knew that she could not face her husband for a long while ... not after what he'd done to her up by the lake! She could still feel sharp stabbing pains within the intimate confines of her mercilessly ravaged rectum, and with each pain she felt a growing bitterness toward the puzzling man she'd married.
"It's a good program, isn't it, Mom?" Bob asked. He'd been sneaking side glances at his pretty dark-haired mother all evening. She was wearing a long multicolored flowing robe of soft cotton velour and Bob thought he'd never seen her prettier, even though she had been crying. There was something soft and vulnerable about her that made him want to protect her. He remembered the way she'd looked in the mountains that afternoon, her gleaming white flesh exposed nakedly to the bright sunlight as his father advanced upon her high-raised buttocks in the rear! Her full breasts had danced tantalizingly beneath her kneeling form, and Bob had tried to absorb with his eyes every special, secret detail of his mother's naked body, memorizing it so that he could remember its lovely contours at his leisure.
So when he looked at her now, even though Carole was fully clothed, young Bob seemed to see all the charming details of his mother's hidden nakedness.
"Yes ... uh ... the music is nice!" Carole lied unconvincingly. She had paid little attention to the variety show, one of many summer replacement programs that came on in the evenings. She knew only that a blonde male singer was playing his guitar while wearing the tightest pants she'd ever seen, while in the background a group of girls cavorted in a lively fashion. She was only staying up to try to give the impression that nothing was wrong, as though there were nothing strange about Steve leaving to go to San Francisco, as though he had not performed a lewd and immoral act upon her earlier in the day.
But she was doing a poor job of it, and it was clear to both her sister and her son that Carole was constantly on the verge of tears. Mary noted this with a satisfaction that she couldn't deny herself. How many times had she cried when she was on the receiving end of one of their mother's tormenting insults?
"Carole knows how to do it, why can't you? Something wrong with you?"
Mary could still hear her mother's voice making a typically caustic remark. If she happened to slip, she would be reminded of Carole's grace and called a clumsy child. If her skin was broken out, her mother would wonder aloud just why Carole never had any problems of that nature, when she had so many!
Well, it would be interesting to see just how well her older sister Carole weathered this storm, not to mention the ones that Mary was still brewing for her!
It had not been difficult to inflame her young nephew's imagination. Indeed, the cunning blonde nineteen year old had had little to do but to encourage the trend his thoughts were already taking. Carole had already confided in Mary that she took pills at night to sleep, and she knew that tonight she would take at least as many as usual, and probably more than usual. Enough, at any rate, for Bob to get a good head start with her!
Mary chuckled to herself at the thought of what her mother ... their mother ... would do or say if she knew that Carole was involved incestuously with her own son!
"You look like you need a drink instead of that cocoa!" Mary said slyly.
"A drink ... no ... I don't think so..." Carole stammered, her mind a dull haze. What would become of her son, without a father's guidance at his crucial age? Bob was such a sensitive boy that she feared a separation between her and his father might send send him further into himself than he already was!
"Yes ... you look so pale tonight, Carole ... Let me fix one for you!" Mary was already up and going into the kitchen as she heard her older sister agree.
"Well ... all right ... if you say so!" She supposed it might make her sleep well, especially after the pills she had already taken. But she didn't want to take any chances. The awful wakefulness, that tossing and turning that was the product of all her worries must not haunt her through the night. She knew that there were certain pills that one did not mix with alcohol, but she felt that since the ones she had taken were non-prescription, they would consequently be safe.
Mary mixed the drink gleefully, almost diabolically. It was a white Russian ... brandy and white creme de cacao. "See!" she said as Carole tasted the potent drink, "Still cocoa ... right?"
Carole smiled wanly. It tasted good. She nodded and sipped some more of the sweet, innocent-tasting drink, absorbing the strong brandy without even noticing it. She noted that Mary looked better than she had in days ... the girl was positively radiant! Evidently she was getting over her boy friend rapidly, and Carole felt the irony in the situation. If only she had known that of the two of them, she would turn out to be the more unhappy before her younger sister's visit was over!
As the alcohol rushed to her head, suddenly Carole knew that she could not stay awake another moment. She set down the empty white Russian glass and stood up. A wave of dizziness almost made her sit right back down again, but then she staggered forward, heading toward the hall and her empty bedroom.
"Good night, Mother!" Bob called, his eyes bright with anticipation of the lustful evening ahead of him.
"Yes ... good night, Carole!" Mary cried sweetly.
"Night ... " Carole's voice trailed off. It seemed to the two young people watching that the beautiful dark-haired woman was asleep even before she reached her room.
"It's all set!" Mary said after they heard the sound of Carole's door closing.
"Mary," Bob asked plaintively, "do you think I can ... I mean ... should I...? "
"Of course you can ... of course you should! After what he did, it couldn't be anything but beneficial!"
Beneficial, thought Bob, that means good. He was glad to hear his aunt's reassuring words, for he certainly knew that he still wanted to go into his mother's room when she was alone in there, sleeping on the soft double bed she usually shared with his Daddy!
"Yes ... " he said, nodding to himself, "Beneficial..."
* * *
As Bob sat watching his mother's sleeping form, he had no idea of the strange dreams that were flickering through her mind. She lay upon the bed, having just managed to take off her robe but not to get beneath the covers before falling asleep. She was exquisite, and the young boy could not help staring, letting his eyes wander over each curve and crevice of his mother's incitingly exposed nakedness.
He could feel himself growing more and more excited as his mother stirred slightly in her sleep, moaning just the tiniest bit to herself as her troubled dreams filtered through her sleep.
Carole's features puckered a bit as the events of her dream carried her deeper and deeper into her subconscious. Beneath her closed lids, her eyes moved rapidly from side to side. In the dream she was running down a long hallway, but the ground beneath her turned into a treadmill that only allowed her to move forward if she could run in a certain way, with her fists clenched. Something was running behind her! She couldn't tell what ... but it was dangerous and she had to get away. At the end of the hallway, which had now become a tunnel, she could see the clear light of day, and she knew that she would be safe if only she could reach it. She tried to scream but no sound came out. Only by touching her own lust-stiffened nipples could she make any real sound. But she could not bring herself to touch her nakedly bobbing breasts.
The thing behind her was visible now, and it was gaining fast. It was her husband STEVE! She knew that if he caught her he would do those things to her again ... that same thing he had done to her up by the lake, demanding of her body strange new positions, new fulfillments for himself, for something mysterious that seemed to be bothering him more and more.
And Carole knew now just what that something was. In her dream she knew perfectly well that it was another woman ... and she knew that she had to get to the other woman before he did! She emerged breathless and terrified in a shining bright room filled with sunlight from a sky-light high over her head. She found a long pole in the middle of the room, and lewdly began to rub it insidiously against her swollen, dark-haired pussy. It felt so shamefully good that she could not stop although she was being observed. Somehow she had to try to appear serious, even though she was doing this obscene thing to herself!
In the center of the room sat Mary ... her own sister Mary, laughing, over ten feet tall, and laughing with an enormous, pealing sound that hurt Carole's ears. Yet, she couldn't stop fucking herself on the long thin pole!
Mary pointed to her, to the large pole now sticking up between her legs, and threw back her head and laughed harder. Steve came to the end of the tunnel, too, and soon they were both holding their sides and laughing, laughing, laughing as she became smaller and smaller, every part of her except her excitedly throbbing, desire-filled cunt.
"You're beautiful, Mother ... Bob whispered, "so beautiful..." and in the dream Carole heard these words and was suddenly pleased, suddenly proud of her body, rather than ashamed. She was resuming normal proportions, and her young son was with her, emanating a love that she had long wished from him.
"You see!" she cried to her sister Mary and her husband Steve, "He loves me ... he admires me ... maybe you have STEVE ... but I have BOBBIE!"
She realized that Bobbie was touching her, her own darling boy. There was something wrong about it, but now she had something to prove to the others, and the teasing fingers that started descending to her trembling belly felt good. They moved on down to the first silken strands of her softly curling black pubic hair, and her curl-trimmed cunt felt filled with longing to have his fingers pressing up inside. She moaned as the others started to disappear, and put her hand down to guide her son toward that waiting spot between her full, milk-white thighs.
Bob breathed as softly as possible, considering what he was doing. His fingers, touching his mother's sacred, smooth white flesh ... and now, her own gracefully tapered fingers touching his boyish hand and moving him onward! At first he had thought she was going to waken, but then he saw that her dark-lashed eyes were still closed, and although she emitted soft sounds of encouragement, she was still asleep!
He ignored his first instinct, which was to throw himself upon the nakedly exposed woman who had borne him, to hug her to him, and to tell her of his great love for her. Caution told him to be as still as possible, at first anyway, and to let himself be guided by his mother. Slowly, she moved his hand down, down, and beneath his fingers and palm, he felt the delicately fine strands of his mother's cunt hairs!
A cool night breeze wafted over his own naked flesh, for he had disrobed earlier while he was still watching her sleeping figure. The young boy felt a kind of dreamy sensation take hold of him. Everything that was happening seemed destined to happen, as though nothing could be wrong with what he was doing. The night, the breeze, the shimmering pattern of leaves in the moonlight upon the rug of the room, all were a part of some grand design, a harmony that made him feel beneath his growing excitement a curious peace.
"Mother ... Momma!" he whispered softly to himself.
As if in answer, he heard his trembling mother groan and he looked up sharply, but she still appeared to be sleeping!
Her long, slender legs twitched slightly, and then, to his amazement, she opened them wider, giving him better access to her vulnerable, desire-drenched pussy! He slowly began to swirl his fingers about on the outer edge of her thinly-haired vaginal slit, pushing his middle finger along, and then sliding it into the moist warm flesh. A wild stab of excitement pierced him as he felt the thick little button of his mother's clitoris swell to almost twice its size beneath his lewdly massaging finger! He was familiar with this part of the female anatomy from his Aunt Mary's teachings, but he was not prepared for the fact that his mother's excitedly throbbing clitoris was much bigger than Mary's! Moisture seeped around his invading middle finger and young Bob struggled to keep himself from falling between his mother's spread legs and making passionate love to her right then and there!
OH GOD! he thought, WHAT MUST IT BE LIKE TO FEEL MY COCK SLIDING UP INSIDE THERE? HIGH UP INTO HER BEAUTIFUL WET CUNT!
His wondering eyes feasted hungrily upon his mother's sleeping body as his fingers began a steady flicking at the jumping nerve center at the top of Carole's now nakedly exposed cuntal lips. She was moaning and groaning and moving her lustfully aroused loins up and down while her thirteen year old son stared greedily, feeling his trembling cock begin to emit the clear drops of fluid that announced his advanced state of excitation. With one hand he began to massage his hotly pulsing cock, while he continued the delicate but passionate massage of his mother's cunt with his other hand.
Little choking sounds rose from his mother's throat as Bob continued his lewd manipulations. He was becoming more and more stimulated by the second. His small fist slipped rapidly up and down the thickness of his foreskin and he felt the tense mounting thrust of licentious joy in his throbbing veins. An exhilaration took hold of the young boy as his mother began to writhe around against his hand, and he was sure he heard her mumbling, "Oh Bob, oh, my darling little boy ... it's so good!"
Only seconds later, Bob felt his mother's hand reaching along his naked young chest, along his belly, and then gripping the excited hardness of his erect penis, clutching it so hard that Bob was afraid it might break in two! An acute stab of out and out lust shot through him and his body tensed there beside her on the big bed, and then he began to shake with desire.
"Oh God!" he cried to the sleeping woman as she began softly stroking his lust-engorged member. "Oh God!"
"Aaaaaaaahhhhmmm!" Carole moaned, her nakedly twisting body responding to the continued thrusting of his fingers up between her legs. He leaned over her, and her soft white breasts billowed against his chest, swelling sometimes all the way up to his chin, and now that his own hand on his cock was replaced by his mother's hotly pumping fingers, he sought to encompass some of the bulk of the twin mounds of flesh. Her tender kisses upon his face made his cheeks glisten with burning wetness. He never wanted this divine sensation to stop! Then she was gripping him harder, her eyelids fluttering, but still closed.
"Inside ... inside ... have to feel you INSIDE!" Carole moaned. For in the strange realistic dream she was having, Carole knew only one thing could erase the pain and torment her husband had given her, and that one thing would be the tender loving of her own son! The man-child she had created, carried within her own womb, destined for this one momentous action!
Bob did not have to hear the request more than once! He lifted his slender body over hers until he lay completely prone upon his mother's voluptuously curved body, and once more he felt her hand touching his quiveringly hard cock, moving his foreskin back and forth, back and forth so that Bob thought that he was going to climax right there in her hand, right up against her smooth soft belly. But he realized that she was pushing him downward, while she wriggled her desire-tormented loins upward against him. She was placing his young penis at the very entrance to her waiting pussy!
"Yessssss ... yessssss," she crooned. "Come on, little Bobbie ... my darling, come on!"
Bob wanted to love his mother the way no other man had or could ... to erase the painful memories that his father had created within her, just a few short hours before. A swift sensation of jealousy swept over the young boy as he recalled hearing his mother's love cries that night that seemed long, long ago now ... when he and his Aunt Mary had been sitting in the living room watching television. Would he be able to give her as much pleasure as she had known that night? But he felt Carole placing his naked young cock, hard and ready, against the softly giving wetness between her widespread legs. Relinquishing some of his previous passivity and timidity, he pushed hard into her with a low growl.
"Ooooooohhhh!! ! BOOOBBBBBBBIE!" Carole wailed as the boy's hard young cock sped suddenly up into her rippling vaginal passage ... pushing back the soft tight folds of her deep pink pussy, rising fast up into the depths of her tender hair-lined cuntal split.
The swollen lips of her wildly throbbing cunt trembled and tightened around her son's advancing cock and she felt herself growing wetter still as he entered her powerfully, almost harshly. "Oooooh, darling ... " she cried out, "Oh, my dear God!"
His mother's hotly flowing secretions surrounded his smooth hard-impaling cock, and he felt her hips tilt upward to accept his entry. She was sucking him up inside her with muscles he didn't even know existed, pulling him deeper and deeper into her desire-filled depths. This one moment seemed to make life worth living for the young boy, just this and nothing else in the world mattered! HE WAS FUCKING HIS MOTHER AND FUCKING HER HARD! AND SHE WAS LOVING IT!
"Oh, my boy ... my son!" Carole cried out as she began to lewdly screw herself up against the thirteen year old, feeling his young cock driving swiftly now in and out of her lust-maddened pussy. Urgently his straining penis struck hard against the very tip of her vaginal channel, touching the tender womb from which he had sprung! Again and again he wormed his way into her passion-heated depths, spreading the hair-lined lips wide with each entry, moving up, pushing, pulling, grabbing hard onto her hugely set breasts, burrowing his head into them, kissing them and sucking upon their rosy tips while still he fucked gloriously higher, attaining the full heights of incestuous passion.
Carole wailed beneath him, a steady squeal of delight, wincing and trembling with excitement, as perspiration flowed in rivulets between their smacking bodies. Bob found that he could slide about upon her slippery glistening surfaces, and this increased the insane sensations each of them was feeling.
His mother's eyes were fluttering more and more, and Bob could tell that she would open them soon. She was waking up! "OOOOh Bob! Harder ... yes ... do it harder ... do it ... I love it! I love it! BOB!"
The impossibly aroused young teenager drove his thickened cock into his mother's wide-held pussy so hard now that he bounced up from her nakedness each time he slid back out, only to plunge himself back in, falling with all his weight upon her as though he were on a splendidly surrealistic trampoline. Carole moved in time with the boy, in a total frenzy of sexual excitement that used every sinew and muscle of her soft, womanly body. Hungrily and wantonly, she spurred her young son on, and with equal ardor he responded.
As the pleasure struck the most responsive chords within her, Carole's eyes sprung open. The dream was the most realistic, the most perfect she had ever had ... and she knew it was no ordinary dream ... it was one of those in which you are convinced that you are not dreaming at all, but really living the moment! But she could not help feeling the power of the orgasm that gathered within her like a brooding storm, swelling to outrageous proportions and then bursting, hitting her all over from within as the blood-bloated tip of young Bob's penis pistoned sharply inside her raging pussy, striking her sensitive cervix once, twice and now again until she was released, falling and spinning crazily through space, breaking into a million tiny pieces of ecstatic bliss. Her inner cunt flowered open wide and then squeezed tightly shut again around the knowing young cock that impaled it. Dizzying sparks of lust invaded her desire-wracked nakedness as the insistent pressure continued to build in spite of the unbelievable pleasure spreading like wild-fire through her incestuously speared loins.
"OH BOBBBBBB!" she cried, and Carole was looking directly up into her young son's eyes now. "OOOOOHHHHH I'M CUUMMMMIIINNNG ... FOR YOUUUUUUU ... ALL FOR YOUUUUUU!"
The thirteen year old boy labored mightily upon his mother's orgasmically writhing body, his own climactic groans mingling with her cries as his own hot liquid semen began to cascade out from his moisture-inundated cock. His small hands groped and clung to the dancing mountains of flesh that comprised his mother's breasts as thrill after thrill rippled through his convulsing form. He felt as though he were being drawn up into her, as though during this dually satisfying climax they would be forever molded into one creature, mother and son. And he wanted that badly.
"ME TOOOO MOMMMMMAA MEEEEE TOOOOO!" he cried, arching his climaxing cock high into his mother's flaring womb, feeling his orgasm shaking him and flowing copiously forth in an earth-shattering eruption, far up into Carole's thirstily milking cuntal passage.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Gleefully, Mary watched everything from the hallway, opening her sister's bedroom door just a crack. But bit by bit the exciting vision of mother and son, engrossed in the most passionate love-making she had ever seen, began to create another emotion within the young blonde nineteen year old. She could feel herself breathing heavily, as the couple inside writhed nakedly against each other, crumpling the fresh sheets upon the big double bed until they were a twisted mass beneath them. There was that definite tingling between her legs again, and Mary could not help letting her fingers slip down there again to toy with the golden triangle of desire that nestled within the "vee" of her shorts.
And just when she thought that it was over, and she could return to her own room to further investigate the desire-filled pussy between her long legs, she heard them starting up again. This time, Mary was sure that her sister Carole was fully awake. No one could have remained asleep through an orgasm like the one the older woman had just had! Mary thought. She was shocked, and yet profoundly aroused by the new sounds coming from inside, and with only a second's hesitation, the blonde teenager slipped down to the floor where she rolled her shorts down over her hips and long slender legs to reveal her pantyless loins. She lay there in the hallway clothed only in a blouse, her temptingly spread loins bare for the expert manipulations of her own fingertips as she listened to the lewd moans and cries that her sister and her nephew were making together!
It was this sight that greeted Steve Regent's amazed eyes as he returned to the cabin. Thinking everyone would be asleep at such a late hour, he was making as little noise as possible, and thus came upon the lewdly arousing vision of his young sister-in-law finger-fucking herself on the floor in the hall outside his bedroom door. Instantly his thick cock quivered to life, and Steve thought he'd never seen anything quite so obscene. He had returned in a spirit of contrition, wanting to apologize to his wife for what he had put her through, but now his old lust for her blonde sister took hold of him, making him forget all his resolutions, forget everything but the sight of her finger-spread little pussy-lips, waiting only for his big cock to spread them wider!
In an instant of horror, the young girl's eyes met his, and she began to shake her head no ... to try to scramble to her feet ... to do anything to protect the two inside from being discovered by Steve. But it was too late. She could see him advancing upon her, his heavy cock exposed lustfully, obscenely held in his hand, as he knelt to take her.
"NONONONONONO!" she cried, but already the thickness of his meaty cock-head was worming against the entrance of her vagina, hard and thrusting steadily upward, while she writhed against him, trying in vain to close her legs so he could not get inside.
"This time, you little bitch ... you'll get it ... all ... the ... way ... innnnnn!" With a painful friction the thickness sped upward into her, forcing her to fall back upon the floor, tears welling in her eyes. Then she was being fucked unmercifully, fucked in such a way that she knew that she was being had by the churning hot cock that Steve thrust and thrust again within the tight confines of her trembling pussy.
His hands were kneading at her thinly clad breasts, pinching, hurting, and his lips were set in a hard line as he entered her harder and harder with each impaling lunge forward.
"N n n nnnngh!" Steve grunted. "NNNNNNnnngh! Little fucker ... little cock-teaser ... this'll teach you to fuck with
It was then that the loud groan came from inside the bedroom. Steve stopped without lifting himself from the whimpering teenager beneath his lustfully impaling cock. He noticed for the first time that the door to his bedroom was open, and realized that Mary must have been watching something in there. He was almost afraid to know what it was, but nevertheless he looked, pushing the door open just a bit more with his arm. There on his own bed he could see two nakedly quivering bodies. HIS WIFE HAD HER KNEES DRAWN UP ALL THE WAY, EXPOSING THE CLEAR FLAT PLANE OF HER PUSSY AND HER TIGHT PUCKERED ANUS TO THE LEWD ATTENTIONS OF HER COMPANION!
"Carole!" he groaned. Then he turned back to Mary. "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, YOU LITTLE TRAMP!" But turning once more from Mary's tearful shuddering, he looked again and saw the most terrible thing he'd ever seen. The person in bed with his wife was not just any ordinary lover ... this was no ordinary adulterous scene ... the person who now flicked his tongue into the tight little puckered hole of Carole's wide-held anus was his own son ... Carole's own son!
Frozen in his lewd position on top of his cringing sister-in-law, Steve stared, mesmerized by the sight as illuminated by the moonlight streaming into his bedroom. He could not, in fact, tear his eyes away as a long low moan escaped Carole's lips and she clenched her eyes tightly shut, her lips baring back over her teeth at the obvious sensation racing out of control throughout her whitely trembling body.
"Ohhhhh God!" Steve groaned, for he could never have predicted his reaction to such a sight. Mingling with the abject fear and fury that he felt was the most lustful urge he had ever felt, and he could feel his cock swelling drum-tight within the heated softness of Mary's unwillingly spread pussy. He thrust wildly down into her, striking bottom, and sending the young girl scooting up a few inches on the hard wood floor.
"Oooooohhh don't stop ... don't stop!" Carole whined inside the room, and Steve could see his dark-haired wife writhing her hips furiously at the tongue that licked without mercy between the open cheeks of her upraised buttocks.
"SHOVE YOUR FINGER IN! YES, IN THERE! LIKE THAT ... HARDER! OH YES, IN MY ASSHOLE!"
Steve could feel the rasping sound escaping his own throat and lungs. His mouth was hot and dry and the prurient sensation of skewering into his wife's sister while his wife was being royally sucked by their own young son drove him crazy! Never in his life had he experienced such a terrible sense of fascination. The sight and sounds of this obscene love-making held him spellbound. His heavy semen-filled balls were throbbing with a desire of their own as they smacked against the upturned cleft of his blonde sister-in-law's defenselessly spread cunt and buttocks.
Utter confusion filled the young husband's mind, but at the same time in the center of all the abject horror he could feel things righting themselves, as though out of this chaos a solution to everything could be found.
"I'mmmmmm cummmmiinnnng ... Jesu-sssssss, I'm cummmming againnnnn!" Carole wailed, finally crooning off into a weird little scream as she choked and sputtered.
Then from outside in the hall, Steve could see his wife and son change positions, totally unaware of the open bedroom door, or of anything in fact but their own world of incestuous bliss. He saw young Bob but he's just a baby, for Chrissakes! Lowering his own mother's legs and raising himself up over her to kneel in front of her lovely, desire-strained face, his knees straddling her body on either side.
In spite of himself, Steve had to feel an amount of admiration for his son ... for the man he had created with the seed of his loins.
Excitedly, Steve withdrew from the taut pussy beneath him, ignoring Mary's cries to be let loose, and he mimicked his son's actions inside the bedroom, only a few feet away from them. Straddling the half-clad girl's body with his own, he let his long rigid pole stand out in the air from the fly of his pants like a massive rod of lust-engorged male flesh. He had his hand around it, and as he watched thirteen year old Bob with Carole, the boy's own mother, Steve rubbed the glistening head of his cock against his wife's younger sister's protesting lips.
Inside, he saw his wife's face come forward eagerly as her son thrust his hips at her, sliding the chunky boyish head of his cock deep within the confines-of her warm wet mouth, as he tangled his fingers in her dark hair and she began a gentle sucking motion. Outside in the hall, Steve looked down at Mary, and still blaming the girl for most of his troubles, he thrust his lust-hardened cock forward between her lips, forcing her mouth open wide and watching the tiny ridges of soft pink flesh pulling out from her lewdly ovaled lips as he drew back and then disappeared inside once again, sliding the rock-hard instrument of his penis into her sucking oral cavity. Then he turned back to watch inside the bedroom, transfixed, as his knowledgeable young son commenced a rhythmic sawing back and forth into his mother's mouth, never quite drawing his slender penis all the way out, but leaving its tip just inside the warm moistness of Carole's mouth. Then Steve could see his wife reaching up between Bob's widespread thighs, cradling the softness of her son's desire-tightened testicles in her palms. How many times had Steve wanted his wife to do just that with him, he wondered as he felt Mary trembling beneath him, accepting the ramming, rocking thrusts of his cock into her mouth as best she could.
And then Steve couldn't stand a moment more and he was cumming and cumming fast, his massive penis spurting and pumping floods of boiling wetness deep into his sister-in-law's gulping, choking throat. Over and over he thrust, grabbing the young blonde head and holding it up close to his loins without regard for Mary's face smothered in the open fly of his pants.
"Suck it, suck it!" he growled. "SUCK IT ALL, YOU BITCH!"
With a groan, he emptied the last hot drops of semen deep inside his wife's pretty young sister's mouth, and it was with a sense of foreboding that he gradually felt the traces of his orgasm retreating, and he leaned back from the nineteen year old's helplessly pinned body. There was absolute silence from inside the bedroom now, as from out in the hall both Mary on the floor and her brother-in-law on top of her, strained their ears to hear.
Both Bob and his sweat-drenched mother had heard the loud noises of climax coming from the hall coming at the one lull in their ecstatic discovery of each other. But this noise served to bring Carole back to her senses ... those senses which had been temporarily deranged by the most fulfilling loving that she had ever known ... offered to her by her own son!
Now shame and guilt overcame the young brunette, and she began to cry, and to try to get up from the incestuous bed she'd so willingly shared with her son. It had been a dream at first, then no longer a dream, but a shattering reality of lustful desire that had dictated Carole's actions ... nothing more or less. Her very great need for tenderness and comprehension on physical, as well as mental terms, had led her body to decide for her, and in deciding, Carole had done with her son what she knew to be the unforgivable!
As she moved away from her son, from her bed, Carole knew that it had been her husband's voice she had heard. Her heart pounded as she hoped she could get to her robe, anything to cover her shameful nakedness. But deep within her, Carole knew it was already too late. Things had already been pre-programmed. A lot was still to happen, and she would not escape it!'
This foreboding came true as Steve lurched into the bedroom, grabbed hold of his frightened wife's arm and flung her back toward the bed.
"Oh God ... oh Steve ... let me go! Let me gooooo!"
Bob moved forward, ready to defend his mother at all costs. "LET HER GO! HAVEN'T YOU HURT HER ENOUGH!" he cried, beginning to pummel his father with his small fists, his face red with rage as he yelled at the older man.
"NO ... OBVIOUSLY NOT!" Steve announced, sending his son sprawling back against the bed with one easy push. "Let's get one thing straight, young man ... she's my woman ... not yours! You little bastard!"
"Don't talk to him like that!"
"Oh shut up! You're in no position to say the first word!" Steve looked up at the doorway, and saw Mary standing hesitantly there. "As for you, Miss Priss, get your ass in here too!"
Mary moved slowly into the room. She was crying bitter tears. All her planning had worked, but she had never expected this kind of ending for it. She just wanted to melt, to disappear from the scene that she herself had created. Angrily, with a toss of her head, she faced them. She was still only half-clad, naked from the waist down, but she seemed not to care as she stood before the more or less naked family group.
"All right!" she sobbed, her eyes flashing as she looked at all of them. "It's my fault ... you understand ... all my fault! I made little Bobbie suck me off..."
Carole gasped, and Mary looked disgustedly at her older sister. "Yes ... and he loved it too ... and then the same night I sucked your husband's cock, Bobbie fucked me ... and good!"
There was a stunned silence, and then Bob interjected, "But, Mary, you told me..."
"Never mind what I told you ... what does it matter? You people are happy, aren't you? Carole, you've got everything in the world you could possibly want ... why should you complain now? You've always been the lucky one!"
"But why ... why?" Carole asked, sobs interspersing her words as she clung to her husband.
"Don't you know why?" Mary asked. "I'm surprised you have to ask ... you ought to know..." Mary's eyes were glazed again, with that faraway look that all the members of the family had come to recognize.
"Know what?" Steve asked impatiently. He was getting really tired of Mary's histrionics.
Mary's features contorted almost unrecognizably. "HOW I HATE YOU, CAROLE! I'VE ALWAYS HATED YOU ... ALWAYS! I made Bobbie come in here and make love to you ... yes I put him up to it ... and I made sure you drank that strong drink on top of your pills so that you wouldn't know it until it was too late! I wanted the worst to happen to you ... the very worst!"
"I've never done anything to hurt you ... never consciously..." Carole was stunned. So much hatred, unsuspected all this time and directed so squarely at her, was hard to take.
And then Mary told her whole story, the things that their mother had reproached her youngest daughter about, and finally their last big argument during which she had announced to Mary that she and Carole did not have the same father ... and that was why her mother's husband had left her. All because of Mary's birth! "It was all my fault," she continued, "Mother's unhappiness ... and she never forgave me for it!"
Unable to help herself, Carole moved over to embrace her sobbing sister. "Oh, my poor, poor baby ... poor baby," she purred, cradling her younger sister in her arms, pressing her naked breasts against the softly quivering material-covered breasts of her sister.
Steve watched the weird tableau with a certain measure of objectivity more at least than any of the other members of the family, he felt betrayed by young Mary's presence in his household.
"MARY!" he cried, almost at the top of his lungs, his voice rising to the ceiling of the spacious bedroom of the mountain cabin. Both women jumped. Then his hand was on Mary's softly quaking shoulder, pulling her away from his wife. He pushed her steadily toward the bed until the frightened young teenager fell sobbing backward, uncertain as to just what her brother-in-law had in store for her.
"I deserve it ... I deserve it," she began crying out, "Oh Phil ... Phil ... I even deserve to have you leave me!"
But Steve wasn't interested in Mary's mental machinations at this point. He had a lesson to teach his sister-in-law as well as his wife, and his son had a lot to learn by watching.
"Carole," he commanded, "I want you to do just what I tell you to do, and don't ask a single question!"
Carole felt in no position to argue with her angry husband, having been thoroughly cowed by the lewd position in which she'd been caught.
"OPEN YOUR LEGS WIDE!" he ordered Mary. "I want to see how big my cock stretched that snotty little blonde cunt of yours!"
Mary sobbed, her eyes clenched tight as she helplessly obeyed her brother-in-law, knowing that her own sister as well as her young nephew sitting on the bed behind her were watching! Her figure was perfect ... the rib lines above her waist where the satin skin pulled under the bulge of her breasts were a marvel of symmetry. Her navel, with the thin line that ran like a pointer down to the sleek golden curls of hair snuggled between her legs, attracted Steve's lustful attention.
"MORE THAN THAT!" Steve commanded, now holding his wife's hand, pulling her closer to him and to the bed.
Mary sobbed and spread her legs as wide as possible, hoping to get this humiliation over with as soon as possible.
"Don't cry, my dear ... I'm not going to fuck you again, although I suspect you enjoyed it ... perhaps not as much as my son, or as your long lost Phil ... No, this time you're going to get a taste of something different...! Carole here is going to make love to you," he announced quietly, as though it were an afterthought.
"WHAT!! ? " Carole jumped. "Steve, you've got to be joking! I can't ... I won't ... I..."
"Oh, but you will!" Steve's teeth ground fiercely together, and he jerked his recalcitrant wife over and pushed her onto the bed so that she fell between her sister's wide-splayed legs.
Carole felt dizzy. It was unbelievable. The mere thought of touching another woman ... much less her own sister, was enough to make her flesh crawl, and here she was, lying naked between Mary's legs with her sister's hair-trimmed cunt glistening directly above her, her husband watching, and her darling young son on the bed observing the entire lewd scene.
"Steve..." she moaned, "The boy ... the boy..."
But Steve only laughed. Already he could feel his lust-enraged cock growing harder and harder at the sight of the proximity of the two half-sisters.
"You've got to be kidding!" he said, "After what you and he were doing ... there's precious little to protect our son from now ... is there, Bob?"
"Nnnnoo, sir!" Bob answered as strongly as his wavering voice would allow. The sight of his naked mother and Aunt Mary was also beginning to excite him, and he wondered if he should let his father see it or not.
Carole felt terrible! She was being forced to submit to perverse indignities by her husband once more, only this time it was worse than ever. It was not enough that she had already been through so much with him, and then later because of drugs and alcohol with her young son ... no, that was not enough. The fates had more in store for her. She wondered just what she had ever done to deserve being in such a position.
"I just can't do it!" she said.
But her husband's hands were now reaching around her waist, slowly working themselves up to the tips of her breasts, tracing light fingernail lines along her cream-like skin. "Touch her breasts, like I'm touching yours," he commanded, pressing on top of her without losing his foothold on the floor beside the bed behind her.
"Go ahead ... let's see a little action!" A broad smile played cruelly on his lips as he felt his wife trembling in the beginning of a response to his obscene commands and manipulations. He knew she would do what he wanted her to do ... he would will her to obey him.
Carole's fingers reached slowly up across her sister's golden flesh, and tentatively touched the pointed tips of the other woman's breasts.
As young Bobbie watched, he could feel his penis rising fast at the sight of the two naked women on the bed.
Mary's nipples were becoming stiff and hard under Carole's lewd manipulations. Desperately, she tried to fight down the feeling of excitement racing from her taut-nippled breasts to her already well-moistened pussy, but it was too much for her, and even though she hated the insidious touch of her sister's fingers on her skin, it was unmistakably beginning to arouse her.
"That's it, that's it ... " Steve said, "You'll see ... Mary doesn't hate you nearly as much as she says ... in fact, I'm willing to bet that she admires you!"
Egged on by her husband, who was still caressing her maddeningly from behind, Carole continued her massage as her young sister lay there on the big bed with her legs spread open, feeling more ashamed than she had ever felt before. Her pulse raced and her lips trembled uncontrollably. She knew that her thirteen year old nephew was sitting there on the bed staring at the whole humiliating scene! In all the depravity that she had instigated, she would never have dreamed she would find herself in a predicament as hopelessly outrageous as this one!
She cried out as her sister Carole's hands drifted down to the sensitive pussy-flesh between her legs. Carole moved upward and along the young girl's body, her breasts brushing against Mary's side as she pressed closer still in order to position herself better. Steve had begun a slow tickling between her legs, separating the curl-rimmed lips of her tightly contracting pussy. She understood that he wanted her to do the same thing to Mary, and although she was still fighting her initial feelings of revulsion, she was beginning to want to! To give pleasure to her disturbed younger sister, who had known nothing but pain where she was concerned, seemed a challenge, and one which Carole thought she might be able to face.
The dark-haired beauty let her fingers brush inside the tender outer lips of the younger girl's golden cunt, and Mary jumped, startled by the touch.
"Mmmmm! She's very sensitive!" Steve said. "Bet she's never had a woman before!"
"NO ... no," Mary moaned. "Stop ... please stop this!"
"Don't pay any attention to her, Carole ... this is for her own good ... I know just what this little lady needs. She'll thank us for it later when she sees how much loving you can give her!"
Nervously, Carole continued her obscene fiddling in the narrow moist confines of her sister's quivering pink cunt. Slowly, Mary began to toss her head from side to side, moaning as her soft-fleshed thighs trembled gently.
"Oh no ... don't touch me like that ... don't!" she cried.
But her cries were completely unheeded now as Carole slipped her middle finger up into the smooth wet cavern of her sister's temptingly spread vagina. The nineteen year old jumped as she felt the gentle nudging of the older woman's fingers curling deeper and deeper up between her legs.
I'll just do to her what I would like myself, Carole thought as she felt the hot inner walls of her sister's defensively throbbing pussy molding around her intruding fingers. A thrill went through the housewife's nakedly exposed body as she realized the full extent of her actions. Behind her she felt her husband's breath hot and heavy on her neck. Steve was pressing down hard on her back as he moved his fingers upward into the highly aroused slit of his wife's expanding cunt.
"OH!" Carole gasped. She couldn't help kneeling up a little between her sister's legs as she felt her husband's fingers rising up inside her, and now her own fingers circled lewdly around inside her sister's warm fleshy cuntal passage, while with her thumb she began to flick steadily at Mary's budding clitoris. Slowly the sensation built up within Mary's tormented young body as the lust-inspired caressing of her loins went on and on. An electrical current seemed to spread from one body to the next as Steve touched his wife's desire-filled pussy, and his wife touched her sister's widespread cuntal flesh.
On the bed, very close to the heated trio's manipulations, young Bobbie moved his fist frantically up and down over his lust-hardened cock. His breath came in halting gasps as he pushed his foreskin down all the way with each inward thrust of his mother's fingers into Aunt Mary's seeping blonde cunt!
In spite of herself, Mary was forced to recognize that her older sister was succeeding in arousing her. She hated it, because she knew that after this she would never feel the same way about Carole again, no matter what. Nothing would ever be the same again! Then she realized with a startling flash that there was no reason why she should want things to be the same. She hadn't been happy before, had she? Then there was a sudden movement, and Carole thrust and wormed three of her fingers as far up into Mary's helplessly stimulated cunt as they would go. The nineteen year old girl cried out at the searing sensation of excitement that accompanied the violent thrust, straining desperately upward into the impaling fingers.
"Yeeeah ... yeah," Steve grunted. His thick cock was hard and ready, and removing his fingers from Carole's slender vaginal channel with a small wet sound, he positioned himself behind her so that his throbbing cock-head could penetrate the exposed hair-surrounded opening of her willingly open pussy.
"Look at her wiggle," he whispered lewdly to his wife. "She wants it ... she wants you! Don't you wish you had a good stiff cock like this to shove into her right now ... just like I'm shoving this into YOU!"
"Aaaaaiiiiii!" Carole's entire body was pushed forward by the mighty lunge of her husband's tingling hard cock into the depths of her spreading vagina. She had never felt anything so obscenely exciting in her entire life. Her husband's lewd words seemed to fill her with longing ... an almost masculine longing to fuck her sister as she had never been fucked before! Wildly, she began to skewer her fingers up into the writhing young girl beneath her, while she felt Steve's hard penis rising again and again with a steady pounding that took her breath away ... speeding into the heated, faraway depths of her cunt.
Mary let all the perverse thrills conquer her at last. She was being used by all of them ... forced into admitting that they could please her, that they could make her theirs ... and not the scheming, plotting child she had been thus far. She would let them do it! She would accept and enjoy it! Her legs began to slide up and down with each twirl of Carole's excitedly moving fingers within her streaming pussy, and then with a long sigh, she spread them even further apart.
Oh God, she's really getting excited now! Carole thought, and the idea of it increased her own excitement tenfold. She pushed her white-fleshed buttocks back hard into her husband's advancing penis. Her breathing came in short heavy gasps as she felt his cock stiffening within her heated loins.
"I told you ... I told you!" he was grunting into her ear. "I told you she'd really come around!"
It was then that Mary let herself go. Her streaming cunt seemed completely ready to be an object for the united family's lust and for her own rising desires. Then she felt Bobbie's lips at her breasts where her short blouse had long since ridden up completely, exposing the voluptuous twin softness to them all.
"Oh God..." she cried, "OH LOVE ME, OH LOVE ME, LOVE ME!"
CHAPTER NINE
The big plane touched down with four big bounces, and the pilot cursed himself. It had been a little rougher than he'd intended, but he had a splitting headache and couldn't wait to get into the terminal where he could get a decent cup of coffee.
A tall thin young man strode into the San Francisco terminal from the direct arrival point of the plane. He had been a passenger on the big 707, and he was thankful that nothing untoward had happened to mar his flight back from Chicago. It had seemed terribly important that he arrive as soon as possible, and his mind had reeled during the entire trip with thoughts of hi-jackings and the like. Now, though, he was back in San Francisco, and on terra firma. He went directly to a phone booth, found it was out of order and looked for another. While he was dialing, he saw the handsome, gray-haired pilot and the younger co-pilot of his flight pass him and a few moments later the stewardesses. They all looked tired and listless, and Phil thought that if he ever left town again, he would take the train. Especially since he had such special plans for the future, his mind leaned toward the most conservative approach to everything.
A busy signal made him hang up and Phil stood back to wait until he could try his call again.
"I only hope it's not too late!" he muttered to himself. "I only hope I haven't really fucked up this time!"
* * *
Some fifty miles away from the terminal, high in a cabin built on stilt-like logs, four people shared a single bedroom.
His eyes bloodshot and tearing, Steve looked across the gyrating bodies of the two women, over to his son, who compulsively moved his fingers up and down his quivering hard cock while sucking upon his Aunt Mary's breasts.
"CHRIST! CHRIST!" Steve cried out. He had to have more ... to make more out of this intense moment of his life. Frantically, he positioned his wife's nakedly trembling body, as well as her sister's as it lay beneath her, moving them without letting his fully erect penis slip from the moist confines of Carole's straining cunt so that the two wildly contracting pussies were grinding lewdly against each other.
Carole's fingers slipped out of her sister's willingly aroused cunt and groped upward along her trembling belly. Now, she could feel her own tingling clitoris scraping and sliding across Mary's.
"OH, MARY, MARY!" she cried. She felt as though she were going to cum any second, cum upon the sweetly gyrating blonde cunt beneath her dark-haired pussy!
"OH SHIT! LET ME FUCK YOU BOTH!" Steve cried, pushing so hard that he felt his desire-hardened cock pounding hard against his moaning wife's straining cervix. Her long legs jackknifed out, and he pulled out of her with a loud wet sucking noise and fucked downward, pushing his lust-swollen cock right into his wife's sister's tight pussy. Both women began to writhe lewdly against each other, and Mary thrust her tongue upward to kiss Carole wetly upon the lips. They sealed their new, exciting relationship with a long, desire-filled kiss that was interrupted by the smooth hot surface of young Bob's cock as he thrust himself between their moistly touching mouths. Hungrily, the two women slipped their tongues along the thirteen year old's iron-hard cock, while they felt Steve alternately entering their climaxing pussies from below. First Carole, then Mary, now Mary again. "OOOOOOHHHHHH IT'S GOOOOOOOD!" Steve announced, but the others could only grunt in reply. "NOW CAROLE!"
Carole felt as though she were being awakened in a way that would beneficially alter the course of her life. The love she felt spreading between the members of her family had to be good! Her ass-cheeks trembled beneath her husband's forceful pounding as he alternately surged his entire throbbing length forward into her eagerly waiting cunt, then moved out and entered below, slipping up into Mary's welcoming pussy.
The double fucking was driving them all wild, and the young brunette wife couldn't believe just how pleasurable such a lewd situation could be! She was beginning to feel all warm and happy inside, toward her husband, toward her sister, and toward her son. Her openly spread thighs pressed against Mary's and their sibling pussies rubbed hotly against each other as they each received the buffeting blows of Steve's rapidly pistoning penis.
Carole had already felt Mary cumming up against her, and she had welcomed the young girl's spasms of desire-draining pleasure, bumping and grinding her nakedly writhing body against her sister's to extract every ounch of sexual pleasure. Again and again the blonde girl came excitedly, while still sucking upon the young cock that pushed now into her mouth, now into Carole's. There was a wild groan and suddenly Carole felt viscous hot moisture splashing into her mouth and across her face.
"IlIllOOOHHHHHHHH MOMMMMMAAAAA, AUNT MARY!" Bobbie cried as his boyish cum splashed hotly across the two women's faces, some of it entering each of their mouths as they hungrily sought to accept it into their parted lips. "Ooooohhhhhhhh DADDDDDDDDY!"
With that Carole could feel herself pushing backward in a tumultuous frenzy of lust. Steve was cumming any second, she was sure of it, and she was too! Loud wet smacking sounds expanding into the room and the intense, overpowering orgasm seemed to rip through her, triggering off her husband's release deep within her quivering belly. She felt her ravished vagina gaping wide, sucking upon her husband's cock to accept his hot churning semen. It seemed a precious gift and she wanted to accept it all ... deep inside her!
"OOOOHHHHH AAAAAAHHHHHH STEVE! MARY! BOB! I LOVE YOU!" she gasped and gurgled out. "OOOHHHHH GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEEE!"
* * *
Time seemed meaningless, and as the gray dawn spread into the room, the tired, shadowy bodies sprawled nakedly against each other, always finding new exciting combinations to start a brand new rush of action.
This time, young Bob moved forward to embrace his Aunt Mary. His mother was in the shower, but was expected back at any moment. He snuggled his body up against Mary's back as she lay on her side, and by moving his hand down between her legs found that his father was already deep inside her tight vaginal passage. Undaunted by this, his throbbing, seemingly insatiable cock nudged forward anyway. His blood was boiling with desire for his beautiful nineteen year old aunt, as well as for his mother, and while Mary was squealing with a mixture of pain and pleasure, filled as she was from the front by Steve's blood-swollen cock, he lustfully skewered her puckered brown anus with his middle finger.
Mary squealed, but she couldn't relinquish the pleasure she knew she might receive. The warmth of the two male bodies pressing lewdly against hers made her feel a comfort she'd never felt before, and she felt absolutely and totally protected, loved, desired ... but most of all, protected ... what more could a woman want!
Then Bob's heavily throbbing penis was replacing his finger, burrowing relentlessly up into her small tight virginal anus, stretching the nether opening wide beyond endurance, forcing and twisting and worming far up inside her vainly resisting rear passage!
Mary jerked forward and moaned in pain, but as she did, Steve's madly pushing cock slid on unimpeded further up into her widespread vagina, sending such a thrilling sensation through her nakedly surrounded body that she could not even cry out. HOW WAS THERE EVER ROOM ENOUGH? And it felt like one huge pulsating double-headed cock, filling her captive loins and sending her into ecstasies of a completely new dimension ... one in which pain had its place, but desire overcame it.
Bob's thick rubbery boyish member ground deeper and deeper into the soft yielding cheeks, filling the naked crevice of his aunt's ass-cheeks with long smooth strokes. His face was flushed from the effort, but his insanely pistoning thirteen year old cock had never felt better.
What was more, deep inside Aunt Mary's clenching anal passage, the young boy could feel the unrelenting blows of his father's powerfully skewering penis, forcing its way high up into the nineteen year old blonde's feverish cunt.
From a short distance away, Carole, refreshed from her shower, watched the proceedings. She took the opportunity to take a much needed rest, because she had a feeling that she was going to be needing it later on. She was only a little surprised to find that she didn't experience any jealousy or anguish whatsoever while watching her husband and son with her pretty teenage sister. Some kind of barrier had been broken down before, and now she found herself standing on the other side, a completely new person with new thoughts and feelings! She had never felt closer to her husband, for example, than during the moments when he had pressed her body and Mary's together, entering them both so forcefully that she felt him communicating totally with her for the very first time.
She was grateful to Steve for his wisdom ... even though his means had been somewhat unorthodox ... in bringing her and Mary together. Carole knew that she and Mary would be really close, like full sisters from now on, even though they had discovered that they were only half-sisters. And as to her young son Bob , . . Carole smiled to herself.
She moved toward the kitchen where she intended to make them all a steaming pot of coffee and cream to give them sustenance. As for young Bob, Carole knew that she need never worry about the boy again. Mother and son had united in a way that she felt every mother secretly desired. They each had something that no one could take away from them, something that would take her boy far in life, she hoped, knowing how deeply and how well his mother loved him!
She felt a familiar tingling up between her legs as she stood at the stove heating water for the coffee, and she wistfully looked toward the bedroom door where she knew the others were still continuing their intimate explorations.
And there's plenty more love down there in my pussy for all of them ... she thought, reveling in her wanton attitude. Plenty more!
THE END
EPILOGUE
Mary waved good-bye from the low roadster that started its rapid descent down the hill from the mountain cabin.
The telegram had come early that morning ... from her mother ... sending Phil's phone number in case she wanted to get in touch with him again. And even though the older woman had cautioned against phoning him, Mary had called anyway. In spite of what Phil had done to her, she loved him anyway. She couldn't change that, no matter what!-
From the top of the cabin, out on the deck, her young nephew, her sister and her brother-in-law threw kisses down to her. Tears were in her eyes as she threw kisses back.
"I'll write," she called. In the morning she would be Mrs. Phil Blandings ... but she would still be Bob's Aunt Mary ... and her sister and brother-in-law would always have a special place in her heart and body.
But Phil had come back to her, just as she had dreamed he would ... and he had come back a sadder and wiser person, just as she had profited by his absence to straighten out the very depths of her psychological problems!
"Oh Phil..." she cried as the house disappeared from sight, "we must come back and visit them often ... all right?"
"All right, darling!" Phil replied. "Anything you say!" He intended to make it up to her, and if part of that meant visiting her family, that was fine with him. "Anything you say!"
And at the top of the hill, Bob took his father and mother by the hand and led them back toward the bedroom of their mountain cabin. His expression and the direction in which they were headed told them just what their teenage son had in mind. Neither of them protested, for they were anxious to know more of the family bliss they had so startlingly discovered, and they realized they would have to increase the fervor of their licentious activities to make up for the temporary absence of Mary.
"But what will we do when Aunt Mary comes back with Phil?" Bob asked, much much later, as he felt his mother's deft fingers stroking his tingling flesh in the tender aftermath of their loving.
Carole thought awhile, and then she spoke ... her voice was soft, and Steve felt himself getting all excited against just at the purring sound of it.
"Why, we'll just have to include him in!" she said brightly, and her husband and son smiled in agreement.
