Incest is interesting, someone has said, because it's part of life; however, it doesn't mean much to most people because, like death, it's something that happens to somebody else.
In a work such as this, where the protagonists find themselves embroiled in an incestuous relationship, it may seem as though some sort of recognition or endorsement has been given to the subject. Nothing could be further from the truth; rather, the treatment is intended to focus on the environmental circumstances and the emotional factors that play a great part in any incestuous encounter.
The noted Swiss psychologist C.G. Jung in his Collected Works wrote that "Love is a force of destiny whose power reaches from heaven to hell." He also observed that in addition to the different kinds of love that most psychologists acknowledge Christian brotherly love, patriotic love, parental love, filial love, and love as applied to the sexual act on all levels that "love must be stretched still further to cover all sexual perversions. . . every kind of morbid sexual abomination as well as every kind of greed that has ever degraded man to the level of a beast or a machine."
The practice of incestuous love sexual intercourse between persons related by either blood or marriage is a criminal offense in most modern societies and cultures.
In the United States, marriage or sexual intercourse between a parent and child, brother and sister, grandparent and grandchild, uncle and niece, aunt and nephew are against the law in every state. Some states make marriage or sexual relations between first cousins a crime. Penalties vary from state to state, but range from imprisonment for a term of one to fifty years and/or fines from $100 to $1000.
Proponents in favor of incest as a crime claim that it enrages our sense of morality and that from such an "unnatural" union, there is a danger that a degeneration of the species may occur. However, most studies of genes and children born of incestuous relationships reveal that marriage between close relatives may result in the strengthening of good traits as well as bad ones.
Proponents against incest as a crime point out, for example, that in first-cousin marriages, research tends to show that laws against this union are based more on emotion and myth than on historical evidence and science.
Regardless of who is "wrong" or "right", it should be noted that the centuries-old incest taboo still almost universally recognized is a product of civilization and not a law of nature. Also it is important to remember that incest is a comparative thing, not an absolute.
For example, the Chinese consider it incest if a person marries another with the same name, regardless of how distant. The Egyptians as well as the Ptolemies (Greek Dynasty) and Incas practiced marriage between brother and sister for centuries. The Persians didn't appear to believe anything was incest; history records that a Persian king married his own mother. An Egyptian pharaoh married his own daughter, and even as late as the 16th Century, one of the Hapsburgs of Austria married his own niece.
But what about today, the present? To what extent do incestuous relationships exist in our current American society?
In their book Pornography and the Law, Drs. Eberhard and Phyllis Kronhausen note: "For our purposes, it is sufficient to keep in mind that incest behavior is not as uncommon in certain (lower-level) segments of the community as one might be led to believe, even though accurate statistics are at present lacking. The case files of social agencies, of welfare departments, public health clinics, etc., all give testimony to this fact. It also appears, from the clinical experience of psychoanalysts, working mostly with individuals from the highest socio-economic levels of society, that incest behavior of one kind or another (for example, fondling, "sexy" kissing, manipulation of the genitals, petting, and, in some instances, complete coitus), is frequently present in the histories of the upper-class."
Therefore it is evident that incest man's most ancient taboo is more prevalent in today's modern society than many people might care to admit. History shows that it plays no favorites among social or economic classes, and once again we are reminded, as one prominent psychiatrist put it, that "the sexual impulse is never entirely free, neither can it be completely enslaved by social imperatives."
We, the Publishers, are proud to present this timely work by authoress Paula Dunbar. Mrs. Dunbar has written this book with a keen attention to psychological drives and needs, providing unusual insight into the characters of young Cathy Rogers and her handsome teenage nephew, Paul, but also of the others: Helen Rand, the glamorous advertising executive girl and her sensuous teenage daughter, Cynthia. We believe it is an enduring work of timeless importance, one which will take its place among the sober penetrating social studies of our time.
The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
It was the fourth time today he had asked her, but he wasn't about to give up. Her voluptuous figure told him she was worth every bit of the effort.
Cathy Rogers stood, shaking her head as she had so many times in the past. Her boss was persistent, but she was not about to change her mind this time or any other. Once again she wished she knew what it was about her that made him and so many of the other men in the office ask her out on dates. Their requests for dates always appeared innocent enough, but she knew better. "No, I can't, Mr. Hendricks," she said once more.
Bart Hendricks leaned back in her oversized chair, his eyes feasting on the lush figure of his shapely brunette secretary. What he saw was reason enough to not let another "no" discourage him. Chic, of medium height and enticingly slim, she had a flowing walk with her hips undulating in a free and sensual way under her dress. Above her narrow trim waist, the twenty-four year old beauty's breasts loomed large and exquisitely rounded, and her figure was firm and well-formed.
Her face was pretty, with a pert sculptured nose and wide sensuous lips. Bart knew instinctively that she had to be fantastic in bed. and he was willing to try anything to get her there. "Is it a jealous lover?" he asked, though he was convinced she had no steady boy friend. She blushed hearing the word "lover", but then quickly denied such a relationship by shaking her head.
"With the long weekend, I'm sure my nephew has plans, Mr. Hendricks, I wouldn't want to commit myself to anything that might spoil them," she said firmly. For the other men in the office she wouldn't bother to make excuses, but with her boss it had to be different. She folded her steno pad in hope of bringing the conversation to a finish, but Bart Hendricks persisted.
"You should think about yourself, too," he said quietly, but he wanted to yell at her and demand it. He wanted to go and lock the office door and take her in his arms and rip the damned dress off and caress her and feel her nakedly voluptuous little body underneath him all hot and wiggling, eager to be fucked.
It seemed it was always her nephew, Paul, that stood in the way of Bart getting her out, even for an innocent cup of coffee. Her having to be a guardian to a sixteen year old nephew was frustrating, and Bart had thought the boy was her brother the day they were introduced. Cathy Rogers was just too young to serve as guardian for a sixteen year old boy.
"If there's nothing more, Mr. Hendricks, I'll get this letter typed," she said curtly, and turned to go. She knew exactly how much she could get away with him, and felt safe in her short reply.
Her tall dark-haired boss shifted forward in his large chair, signaling an end to his efforts to date her, at least for that day. "Thank you, Miss Rogers," he said crisply, emphasizing the "Miss".
Cathy didn't like using her nephew Paul as an excuse to turn down dates, but countless times the boy had proved to be the best and easiest. And while she might have thought of a dozen other more plausible reasons, the truth was simply that she was scared.
Men had often appeared to the curvaceous brunette as animals, brutes, unfeeling lechers who wanted nothing more than her young and ripe body. She dressed to hide her lush figure and discovered it was impossible; the more she tried to hide her large fully rounded breasts, the more she drew attention to them; the more she tried to control her walk, the more studied and provocative it became.
Despite her thoughts and aims, she radiated a natural sensualness, a deep, heated, silky kind of sexuality. To see Cathy in a short skirt, to see her long shapely legs and full curving white thighs, only conjured a vision of what was hidden underneath her skirt up there between her legs; to think of her hips encased in silken little panties and her naked buttocks and her downy light brown pubic hair made a man positive her sweetly perfumed vaginal lips were prominent and pinkly moist ... all ready and eager to receive a thick hard cock.
Indeed, she had a way of walking when she wanted to that allowed her vaginal lips to rub together in a softly lubricated way that excited her clitoris which would swell and send tingles of pleasure coursing through her entire body. She was a natural "tease", possessing a body so well built and proportioned that no man in his right mind would pass her by without casting a long lustful look.
It had been like that for her since an early age, a condition that had led her parents to be overprotective and restrictive. For a vibrant young girl just blossoming into life, such dominance can be hell. She was defiant as a young girl, seeking more of life than the planned lessons and activities her parents provided. Her defiance, one warm summer afternoon of her sixteenth year, led to the incident that changed her life, creating the fearful attitude she currently held toward men.
It had been one of those July days in Norfolk when the sun shone hot and clear, the kind of day when nothing can keep an adventuresome girl indoors; and Cathy was supposed to be attending a ceramics class for teenagers. Feeling her parents would be none the wiser, she had decided to take a bus to Azalea Gardens botanical park and stroll leisurely through the small forest reserve sprinkled with azaleas. However, her plans proved to be disastrous.
The blazing bushes of white, pink and crimson azaleas in the forest park were like a winding rainbow heralding spring, and she had wandered aimlessly, absorbing the warmth of the colors from the earth. The forest of pines, oak and dogwood yawning high above the flaming carpet of azaleas was crisscrossed by numerous trails and paths that twisted and turned through the park, dotted also by several lily pad-covered ponds where ducks splashed and quacked contentedly. Each turn was a discovery of something wonderful; and finding herself by a small secluded pond, Cathy wandered off the trail to become more intimate with the earth. It was warm, tranquil; her heart beat rhythmically; she was sixteen and more aware of her blossoming womanhood than ever before in her life.
At one end of the pond stood a pair of Spanish moss-covered cypresses which reflected their towering shapes in the clear water. It was near these majestic trees, on a soft grassy patch of earth, that the adventuresome teenage brunette had lain down to feel the warmth of the afternoon sun...
Lying back and looking up, she saw the spreading cypresses towering skyward like lofty sentinels guarding her very private world below. And she felt alone, as in the first Biblical garden a woman, one with nature. The rays of the sun penetrated her clothes, caressing her youthful body with its sensual warmth, and the tingling of her smooth white skin seemed to speak to her, pleading and begging to be set free of its cover.
She was excited by the thought of being totally naked there in this secluded part of the park, and she looked around slowly, reassuring herself of complete privacy. Then, her excitement growing with each passing second, she sat up, pulling her dress off over her head. Her brassiere came next; then her shoes and stockings. And finally, thrilled by her own actions, she slowly slipped the sheer nylon panties down from her ripely rounded buttocks and thighs until she sat on the warm green grass, free of all her ugly, confining garments.
She felt as though she was totally naked for the first time there in the surrounds of nature, open and exposed to the life-giving sun. She lay back again, this time feeling the vibrant grassy hair of the earth touching her naked young flesh and stirring in her a new excitation, as if a thousand tiny fingers were brushing against her nerves. And her heartbeat quickened, sending her blood pulsating through her newly awakened body, warming, stimulating, making her want to caress herself everywhere.
She felt a familiar itching deep within her vagina, a sensation she experienced on the few occasions she had been to school dances with boys, only this time the feeling was more intense, more demanding. After the dances, when she was home and in bed, she had touched herself with her hands, and she had even probed into the moistly excited pussy with her middle finger to relieve the terrible tingling sensation. Later, when she had achieved her unsatisfying little orgasm, she would always feel guilty, as she had been taught to believe sex was horribly wrong and dirty. But that afternoon, lying nakedly there in the park in the warm sun, she again wanted to fondle her body, and she was convinced the pleasures it would bring her were right and deserved. It was the setting the scent, touch, feel and sounds of nature all around her that made her more aware of her sexuality ... and anything she might do to herself could be only good.
The palms of her hands were warm as she placed them against her curving hips, and she drew them up along the narrow dip of her waist, languishing in the sensual feel of her own naked flesh. Reaching the full, raised mounds of her breasts, she cupped her hands over the tips; the brownish-pink buds of her erect little nipples were already hard and sensitive. She pinched them between thumbs and forefingers, thrilling in the contact as the wanton heat in her groin seemed to rage out of control. Her long shapely legs were spread slightly apart, and she raised them higher and wider. The thought that she was so open and nakedly exposed to the earth made her arousal heighten to an overpowering sense of urgency, and she released her hold of her budding right breast, running her hand down over the smooth flat plane of her belly until her fingertips touched the wispy beginnings of her curling pubic hairs. The lips of her hungry young vagina moistly flared with the nearness of her fingers as the heat of her loins surpassed that from the sun. Her overly sensitive little clitoris throbbed a tingling message to her brain: Touch me, finger me, please!
Rhapsodic with the fire in her belly, she slid her slender outstretched middle finger into the soft, hair-lined slit of her virginal pussy spreading the warm, wet flesh apart to bare the quivering tip of her lust-inflamed clitoris. And she began to massage it, sending agonizing pleasures coursing through her wantonly writhing young body.
She never dreamed that her lewd finger-fucking of herself was being observed. The tall, lean middle-aged ass had noticed her as she was wandering along the trail, and he had followed her from a distance, seeing even from there that she was finely built and sensual. When she had turned off the trail by the pond, he had cut around through the foliage and come up behind the small clearing by the rising cypresses. He remained hidden in the dense bushes when he saw her lie down on the grass and stare up at the sky. Being unobserved as he was, he had already mentally undressed her several times before she suddenly sat up and began to actually take her clothes off. His rapidly awakening penis lurched in his pants as he watched her strip naked setting her clothes casually aside, and then lying back in the grass again.
The sight drove him crazy, and he felt his painfully throbbing cock growing hard and bigger than ever before as he took in each detail of her sensually curving figure. Her long soft light brown hair splayed out on the grass, framing a sleek wild face with a touch of red lipstick and large blue eyes. She wore little makeup, but it was right for her kind of face. Her nose was slim and tilted up in a pert kind of lewdness that was heightened by her aroused smile and the way the tip of her pink tongue licked at her wetly parted lips, moistening them.
She was more than just naked; she was brazen the way she lay on the grass as if waiting for some imaginary lover to crawl up between her legs and fuck her half crazy.
His eye traveled down over her long swan-like neck, his breath coming hard through his nostrils as he crouched in the bushes, staring. Her bare shoulders were well shaped and soft, and lie liked the way her collarbone jutted out.
Her naked young breasts were big and full, jutting in a provocative way, and the quivering nipples were distended, tipped upward. There was a fine sheen to her skin where her cleavage began. He could imagine his hands all over her ripely full breasts and, as he shuddered with excitement and started unbuttoning his pants to release his rigidly erect cock to get it in a more comfortable position, he thought of his lips and hungry mouth closing over those nipples and sucking on them and feeling her nakedly writhing body under him.
Her body! Jesus! Beneath her half-moon breasts was the delicately curving configuration of her rib cage, and her taut little stomach was unblemished, rounded provocatively. His eye traveled down, down, and he saw the jutting protruding mound of Venus covered with sparse, softly curling brown hair.
And there, there at the apex, the center, where her thighs and pubic hair met her torso, there in detail was her beautifully displayed young cunt. And she was excited! He could clearly see the pink folds of her vaginal lips under the hair as they framed the entrance to her delectable young pussy. Her legs were spread wide enough that he could see her wetly glistening slit, a bright pink mouth among the pubic hairs. He narrowed his eyes and could even see the tip of her clitoris glittering with an expectant moistness.
"Christ," he said softly, really not believing what he was witnessing, for the girl had begun to caress her young lusty body, and it was more than he could stand to hide in the bushes and just watch. His long, throbbing cock was aching with excitement, and he began to stroke it as he saw her hand moving to her ripely firm breast and then snake down unashamedly to her tight young cunt. He would wait, wait until she was really fired up and hot, and then he would sneak over and fuck her until she couldn't walk for a week!
Warm pungent lubricating juice flowed from between the hair-covered lips of her moistly twittering vagina as she stroked and rubbed the hardened bud of her clitoris. For the first time Cathy didn't find the pleasures that were tearing through her body strange, but felt the overwhelming animal heat as natural and wonderful. And it was demanding even more! Her belly trembled and quivered from her forbidden caresses, and she arched her back off the ground, wantonly writhing and wiggling under the rhythmic movement of her outstretched finger. She pushed her long tapering finger down hard, slipping it along the softly moistened flesh until the tip closed over the mouth of her pussy, and curving it downward, she tucked the end inside her tight little cuntal passage, teasing the narrow channel until she could hold back no longer.
Her middle finger sliced between her widespread pussy lips as though it were heated butter, probing the warm liquid depths of her passion inflamed cunt its full length. The palm of her hand was pressing flat against the curvature of her virgin mound, and her erectly gleaming clitoris pulsated against it, quaking with her desire. Her middle finger fucked in and out of her passion-drenched cunt as her hips rolled back and forth in a wild hunger. With the other hand she pinched and pulled outward on the tips of her breasts, generating more fire and heat in the hollowed pit of her shaking belly.
Her eyes rolled upward, staring unseeing at the tall sinister cypresses thrust at the sky, and her wetly quavering tongue flickered over her red lips as her mind was consumed in her passion.
It was only then that she realized someone was standing near, and she froze and flushed from her fright and embarrassment. It had taken her a moment to focus her eyes on the swarthy dark-haired man in the tattered clothes, as the first thing she noticed was the huge, iron-hard erect penis that pointed straight out from the open front of his pants.
The blunt, purple head was throbbing with urgency as his leathery hand stroked the long, rigid flesh-pole lined with blood-filled veins. His lust-narrowed eyes looked wild as he stared down between her raised legs to where her hand and fingers covered her virgin pussy. She knew immediately, without doubt, that she was going to be raped and that there was no one who might help her. But she screamed anyway!
He was upon her in a flash, his hand coming down over her open mouth as his hips trapped her legs apart. "Shut-up girl, or I'll kill ya!" he growled directly into her ear, and the tone of his voice told her he meant it.
She wanted to cry, to plead with the lanky, tough-looking assailant, but everything happened too quickly for her to even catch her breath. His hard, wildly throbbing penis was pushed across the wet slit of her tight little virginal vagina, and its full fleshy length vibrated like some mindless serpent coiling to strike as the weight of his body held her helplessly pinned to the ground. He was panting, and his breath was heavy with the smell of liquor; but when he took his hand from her mouth, his lips were there to replace it. She gasped as he thrust his wetly turgid tongue into her mouth and his hand cruelly squeezed on her breasts, making her whimper with pain. And that was only the beginning! In a moment he was voraciously sucking on her beautifully up-thrust breasts, drawing the distended nipples up into his hot mouth and biting hard on them. She started to scream again, but his warning was still on her mind, so she only sobbed and rolled her head from side to side in futile silent protest.
The stranger raised up, a cruel lust-filled smile playing on his lips as he fought to get his pants pushed down around his knees with one hand, while he kept the other at her throat, ominously. Cathy trembled and coughed, knowing now there was nothing to be done. His mouth was set in a permanent sneer-like grin that made her wonder if she was going to live whether she screamed or not; and as he positioned himself between her widespread thighs, she thought only to appease him ... to live! His only thought was to hammer his lust hungry cock into her defenselessly naked little cunt.
Gripping the thick, heatedly throbbing penis with one hand, he guided the blunted head toward the wet opening between her quivering pussy lips, and once there, he flicked his hips forward, anxiously trying to bury his thick hard length inside.
"Ooohhh, please! I'm a virgin! You're hurting meeee!" The pain gave the frightened teenage girl the courage to plead with him, but she stopped abruptly when his hand struck a stinging blow across her face. When he thrust hard forward with his hips again, she thought she was going to pass out. The lubricating fluid that her fingering of her own vagina had brought forth made his entry at first much less painful than she believed, but then as he speared deeper into her hopelessly stretched pussy, she felt certain she was being ripped in half.
"Oh, fuck, you're a tight little cunt," the stranger groaned as the thickly swollen head of his cock was wetly gripped by her vaginal mouth. He stared down at her sparsely hair-covered pubic mound, seeing the pink young pussy lips stretched wide by his thick pulsating hardness, and he lunged again driving deeper up into the moistly cringing vaginal passage. Cathy thought it would never end as he thrust inch by agonizing inch into her heated, shuddering belly; beads of perspiration trickled down her frightened young face, and when she felt she couldn't possibly take any more, he shoved forward driving even deeper into her. Then, finally, her abdomen rippling with pain, she felt the wiry tips of his pubic hair brushing her inner thighs. It was all she could do to keep from screaming at the top of her lungs.
The rest didn't last very long. Her lust-driven assailant kept groaning over and over again, "Oh, fuck! What a cunt!" And he viciously drove his long hard cock in and out of her, the spongy purple head striking deep within her belly. She could only whimper and sob in response visions of her damnation whirling through her mind as her naked young body was ruthlessly raped by the drunkened, lust-insane older man.
She didn't want to look at him, but her fear and shame made her keep her eyes open; and she hopelessly stared up at the cruelly leering face above her as her tender young cunt was fucked harder and with a lust quickening fury. The brutal middle-aged man gripped her long soft brown hair with one hand, pulling her head up from the ground and growled, "Look, girl! Look down at my cock stuck up in your snooty little cunt!" And through tear-blurred eyes she obeyed and saw his hard wetly glistening penis buried deep up into her nakedly spread body. Even as she watched, horrified, she saw his long shaft pulling slickly back out until only the very tip remained inside. The silky warm brown strands of her pubic hair were matted down with moisture, clearly outlining the pinkly flushed flesh of her ravaged young vagina, and he fucked up between her widespread legs so hard that his groin slammed against her with a thud, and her eyes watered so much she could no longer see.
He groaned once, then again, as he fell forward with the full weight of his hard body pressing into her nakedly heaving young breasts. His grinding motions became jerky and quick as his elongated thick penis made wild, vicious thrusts into her wetly sucking cunt. Deep in her belly the head of his ramming cock seemed to swell up to an impossible size, filling her until she thought she would burst apart from the pressure, and she moaned out her agony from the wildly-swirling fire that ripped through her body, "Oooooohhhh, please, oooooohhhhhh!"
His body seemed to consume her every part, for her neck tensed where it had been savagely nipped with his teeth; her breasts were squeezed by his weight, and her long legs forced high and out wide around his hips as her forever-split young cunt was pierced and battered by his lusting, hammering cock. Spasms gripped her belly as he suddenly drove to an absolute maximum depth in her helplessly stretched pussy, and his head went up as his back arched in a great curve . . .just at the moment the fire raged from the lust-swollen tip of his wildly jerking penis.
Sperm shot up into her wetly cringing young womb like steaming water from an erupting geyser hole, squirting out again and again as he shrieked his climax through tightly gritted teeth. And Cathy groaned as her belly sizzled with the heated liquid then recoiled as if it were bombarded by stabbing bolts of white, never-ending liquid lightning.
He raised up, finally, the cruelly leering wide grin still cutting across his sweaty face, and she knew that it was all over and done. Fearing for her life, she remained frozen and quiet, as he hovered over her, his breath coming in hot gasps.
Later, it was the sight of that complete stranger's smirking face that had stayed with Cathy like a horrible nightmare, not the actual rape itself. He had left her there in the clearing as he found her, save for one important difference. Her virginity was gone, and the terrible experience had left her with a fearsome distrust of all older men.
She had been able to pull herself together quickly enough to make her way home before her mother and father would become suspicious of her lateness. This she was grateful for; in her fear, she had absolutely no intention of telling her parents what had happened. Doing so would mean admitting where she shouldn't have been, and though it was possible for her to lie about her state of dress at the time, if the man was picked up by the police, there would certainly be conflicting stories. Her only choice was to act as if nothing had happened that she had been at the ceramics class.
It was nearly five months after the incident in the botanical park when the confrontation with her parents occurred. Overcome by guilt, she had finally decided to confide all to her parents; however, in spite of her sincerely abject tearful confession, her story never really sounded believable. While she wasn't physically thrown out of her home, she did become a mental outcast, and her life with her parents became difficult.
The tension continued to build up with her parents, so after she was graduated from high school, she left home and took an apartment in Washington, D.C. She struggled on her own in the city for a year, eventually getting a job as a file clerk for a builders' supply company. She worked hard, going to secretarial school at night, and eventually she got a good paying job as executive secretary.
Through it all she avoided any kind of contact with her parents, though not because they hadn't believed her about the rape. It was her guilty feelings, feelings she carried with her all the time, for in the back of her mind she knew that she had almost enjoyed that brutal rape by the older man.
Then one day it was just a few days after her twenty-first birthday she received the shocking telegram notifying her of the tragic deaths of her parents in an automobile accident. Also killed in the accident were her Uncle Robert and Aunt Martha, who had lived just across the street from her parents. Their thirteen year old son, Paul, had been in the car with them, but by some miracle he was thrown clear of the car after impact and suffered only minor cuts and bruises.
Cathy rushed home for the funeral of her parents and relatives. And every minute she was there her young nephew clung to her, forever pleading for her to take care of him. to let him live with her. The pretty young aunt was not surprised at his actions; they had always been close, like brother and sister. But now she worried for him. He wanted to keep attending the same school in Norfolk all his friends were there, he told her and his only other relatives, two widowed aunts in their seventies who lived in Arizona, weren't able to adequately care for him on their meager pensions.
Fortunately, with the help of her boss in Washington, she was able to find another job as executive secretary to Bart Hendricks in
Norfolk. Then, as her affection for Paul increased, she applied for court permission to serve as his guardian. When permission was finally granted, she breathed a sigh of relief and embraced him fiercely; it was a great responsibility, she realized, but, after all, Paul was like a brother. She loved Paul.
The next few years passed swiftly for the young brunette secretary, who worked hard at her job and doted on her handsome nephew like a mother. Meanwhile, she put sex and men out of her mind, looking upon both as crude and brutal and dirty. She never dated men. but instead devoted her time to improving her professional life and caring for Paul in he best way possible. Everything went along fine she believed herself happy until one day she woke up and realized that her tall, lean blonde nephew was almost a man ... Now in addition to the problems of Bart Hendricks persistence about a date, there was Paul...
With the letter typed and ready to be posted, Cathy busied herself with clearing her desk until quitting time. She considered leaving early, what with the long weekend ahead, but after having turned down her boss for the fourth time this day. she felt it wiser not to take advantage.
At five o'clock, she quietly locked her desk and walked out of the building with the rest of the office staff. Outside, she was pleased that she hadn't been confronted with Bart Hendricks again, and she ran to her car in case he might be following her. She wanted to get home to her nephew, and she didn't think she could take anymore of her boss's arguments about why she should go out with him. The three-day weekend was that much better because she wouldn't be making excuses to him.
Home was a simple and small house south of the city a twenty-minute drive from work, and a source of pride for Cathy. She had bought it when Paul was 14, and she had worked hard to make the house comfortable for them. It was in a typical suburban neighborhood and ordinary, but it was the center of her life efforts. . . the symbol of all that she worked to achieve.
"Paul, I'm home," she called as she entered the house. There was no answer, but she heard the sound of water running and realized that her nephew was in the shower. She had her coat off and hung in the closet when the running water stopped, and as she walked down the hall toward the kitchen, she called out again while passing the bathroom, "Hi, I'm home!"
"Hey, Aunt Cathy?"
Cathy stopped and turned around as the bathroom door opened, and she saw her handsome, hard-muscled nephew standing in the doorway, a towel wrapped around his slender waist. His medium-length blonde hair and broad shoulders were still wet from the shower, and he had a hopeful gleam in his blue eyes that she recognized immediately. He was going to ask a favor.
"There's something important I want to talk to you about, Aunt Cathy..."
"O.K., dear..."
"I'll see you in the kitchen in just a minute," he said smiling, and he hurried back into the bathroom.
His young shapely aunt smiled, only slightly annoyed by his mysteriousness; and, as she walked to the kitchen to start dinner, she couldn't help thinking about how mature Paul had become. Standing in front of her almost naked, he looked far more man than boy his shoulders broad, waist narrow, and long muscular legs definitely those of a young man. It was as though he had suddenly grown away from her to enter his own world, a world where he was less dependent on her. That disturbed her! She found herself wishing he hadn't been wearing the towel around his hips so that she could have looked upon his manhood and make sure he was completely normal, but she blushed for having such a shameful thought and quickly put it out of her mind.
Paul, of course, was more mature for his age than Cathy wanted to admit, and his handsome. almost rugged, features made him even appear older than sixteen. He had no difficulty passing for eighteen, and there were times he had even succeeded in passing for twenty-one. His good looks and pleasant manner had aided him in gaining experience beyond his years, but for his aunt, he still feigned more innocence than he possessed.
Cathy had food out of the refrigerator and ready to cook by the time Paul joined her in the kitchen, and she was so engrossed in getting dinner ready that she had forgotten that he wanted to talk about something important. "How was school today, Paul?" she asked.
"Fine, Aunty Cathy, fine..." he answered sitting down at the kitchen table, a serious look on his face. "What I wanted to talk about ... Well, with this three-day weekend, it's a great chance for us to go to some place that's different..." He stopped, realizing his aunt was hardly listening as she arranged pots on the stove. "Please, Aunt Cathy, could you hold up a minute? This is important to me!"
She remembered and blushed slightly, "I'm sorry, Paul. I'm so hungry, I was too wrapped up in the dinner here." She pushed a pot of!" the burner and then, smiling at her young blonde nephew, sat down beside him at the table. "Now, what is it again?"
In his most serious voice, Paul started again.
"I was thinking, what with this three-day weekend, that we should take the opportunity to get away..." He hesitated, "To a place in the mountains ... like Shenandoah National Park..." Then, his words rushing out, "There are cabins there that are very reasonable, and the change of scenery would be nice for a change. It's really beautiful there you know, right in the Blue Ridge Mountains, and the weather forecast says warm and sunny all weekend ... It would be great. Aunt Cathy, really great!"
There was more to it, Cathy knew, and she smiled a motherly type of smile. "Change of scenery is nice once and a while, but the cost of staying two nights just for that ... Well, I don't know." She was teasing him, and enjoying it. "Maybe if we had some friends there? We might find more things of interest..."
Paul leaned forward, elbows on the table, and he grinned sheepishly at his pretty brunette aunt. "I got the idea this afternoon. When I was talking to Cynthia Rand. She and Mrs. Rand are going there tonight and, well, I thought it would be fun if we went too..."
His shapely chic aunt nodded, then stood up to begin fixing dinner again. She had figured it was something like that, and she wasn't about to disappoint her nephew. Cynthia was his sixteen year old girl friend, though an innocent relationship as far as Cathy knew, and the slender dark brown-haired teenager came from a one-parent home. Helen Rand, Cynthia's mother, was a thirty-four year old divorcee, and Cathy had known her since Paul first took her daughter to a school dance. They had become friends because Paul and Cynthia dated off and on, but they got together only on occasions when they did things with the two teenagers. These occasions consisted mostly of Sunday afternoon picnics or weekend school events, and they got along well together, though they had little in common. They both worked to support themselves and were not married, but that was where the similarities ended. Cynthia's glamorous raven-haired mother worked as an assistant-director of a Norfolk advertising agency, and she dated men often, going to places that the pretty light brown-haired secretary had only seen from the outside. Yet, if going to nightclubs and expensive restaurants involved men. Cathy was glad to not be with it, while she held nothing against Helen for what she did. For Cathy, the friendship was like being in on the social doings without actually having to participate in them, so going to the mountains and meeting Helen there sounded like just another Sunday picnic slightly extended. It would be fun, and it was something she had to do for Paul.
"Well, Aunt Cathy ... How 'bout it? Can we go?" Paul said anxiously, though he knew his aunt rarely refused his requests.
She turned away from the stove, still relishing the chance to tease her nephew. "That sort of thing takes time to plan," she said, and she was prepared to continue her kidding until she saw the hurt expression on her nephew's face. "I mean, we couldn't possibly leave tonight ... But, how about tomorrow?" And she was pleased by the warm glow of excitement that radiated across the kitchen.
"Oh, that's great, Aunt Cathy! I mean, I meant tomorrow! Heck, that still gives us two nights there!" he said hurriedly, and he stood up from the table and hugged his pretty aunt.
Her heartbeat quickened as she felt her nephew's hard young body against her, but she turned away immediately, looking in a pot as if the food might be turning. "There's one thing you haven't considered, Paul," she said in her most serious tone, but she waited to go on until he had again sat down at the table. "Since this is a three-day weekend there is a strong possibility the camp will be full ... We may not be able to get a cabin!"
"No problem," he said smiling, "Cynthia's going to have her mom reserve us a cabin the moment they get there. I figured you'd say O.K." He laughed loudly, and so did his aunt.
CHAPTER TWO
Trembling with excitement, Paul was up at the crack of dawn the following morning, but they got a late start because Cathy realized at the last minute she had to wash some clothes for the trip. As the morning passed, Paul became more and more impatient, but remained in good spirits as he helped around the house. They got away finally at noon, with Paul driving after having promised his aunt he would stay within the speed limit.
It was only a two hour drive to Richmond, but from there the going was slower as the hills got higher and the road began to twist and turn more. Hunger finally caught up with them, however, so they stopped for a late lunch at a small roadside cafe about thirty miles northwest of Richmond. Each ordered hamburgers and French fries, and while both agreed the fries were too greasy and the hamburger meat cooked too much, they ate ravenously, without complaining.
At four that afternoon they reached Charlottesville, and one hour later Waynesboro. By the time the young blonde teenager entered the park and pulled into the campgrounds, the sun was dipping behind the hazy Blue Ridge mountains and darkness beginning to creep over the hundred of acres of Oak forest. Yet, the atmosphere was strangely warm and inviting to Cathy as she got out of the car feeling secure and happy.
They went straight to the main office of the campgrounds to check in, and the man there was nice, even walking with them to point out their cabin. At first opportunity, the excited teenager asked him which cabin the Rands were occupying, and he was surprised to learn they were not staying in a cabin.
"The Rands are camping in a tent over yonder," the man announced, pointing toward a row of hills that rose up across a small rushing river that ran nearby. "Ain't as far as it looks," he added, seeing Paul's expression. "You cross the bridge and go left past the other sites. Their camp's up on the rise. Ya can't miss it, son ... It's the only one up there!"
Paul thanked him and immediately got busy transferring baggage and supplies from the car to the cabin. He was anxious to hike up to the Rand's campsite before it was totally dark, and when he carried the last suitcase into the cabin, only five minutes had passed. His aunt was putting groceries into the refrigerator when he joined her in the small kitchen.
"Aunt Cathy, the car is unloaded, and I put your things in the bedroom. I'll sleep in there," he said, pointing to the small portable bed in the living room.
"Thank you, Paul ... Are you getting hungry?" She was always concerned about his eating.
He nodded his head. "In this air I could work up quite an appetite, but we did have a late lunch." He had more important things on his mind than eating dinner.
"Well, it will take me a while to get things put together in here. Suppose we eat in an hour or so?" she said, closing the refrigerator door.
"Swell! You mind if I take a walk?" Paul said quickly. "Thought I'd walk up to the Rand's camp before it got much later ... See if I can find it! O.K.? "
His aunt smiled. "O.K., " and she watched him as he crossed the living room to the front door. He turned as he opened the door.
"Any messages?"
"You might tell Mrs. Rand that I'll say hello tomorrow morning. . . I'm much too tired tonight. Guess the drive wore me out...."
"Yeah, you should take it easy tonight, Aunt
Cathy! And don't worry about the dinner, either..." His voice cut off as he closed the door behind him.
Hurrying toward the wooden bridge over the rapidly running clear river, Paul felt a little guilty about leaving his aunt alone when they had only been there a few minutes, especially since she was so agreeable. If she had said no, he wouldn't have been upset, as he liked being around her. She was nice to look at a helluva lot more attractive than any other woman he knew. As far as that went, she was downright sexy! She was always going out of her way to do things for him, and that in turn made him want to do things for her ... if she'd let him. He had to admit it was difficult to just leave her alone in the cabin, but the familiar twitch in his pants was becoming demanding. He had to let Cynthia know he was there, and maybe, if things went right, he could take care of that twitch then too. At the very least he had to be sure he could find the camp later that night if Cynthia couldn't get away just then.
The shapely young aunt finished putting the kitchen in order, then opened the refrigerator to get something out for dinner. She stared at the contents for a long moment, unable to decide on any one thing. It suddenly seemed like such a bother and she finally settled on hamburgers, even though they had had them for lunch. They were the easiest thing to fix. When Paul came back she could fry them in a few minutes, and there wouldn't be much to clean up either.
Leaving the package of meat by the sink, she took a deep breath and walked into the living room. The cabin was small and furnished with the barest essentials, but it had a quality of rustic coziness that oozed warmth and charm. The walls and ceiling were of pine and the plank flooring creaked as she walked, but it was not artificial and that was important.
The furnishing of the living room consisted of a square oak table with two matching sturdy benches, a rough-finished oak coffee table in front of the portable bed, an overstuffed chair with lamp and side table, and a floor lamp by the larger table. In one corner, dominating the room, was a massive stone fireplace, and she noticed that wood had been stacked near it, waiting to be lit.
The idea of having a roaring fire going when Paul returned seemed nice, and it even occurred to her that they could fry the hamburgers over it. It would be like a picnic in the living room, so she walked back to the kitchen to find some matches. In a few minutes-a bright fire was burning hotly in the fireplace, and she stood back staring at her handiwork while feeling its warmth penetrate her clothes. The flames were too high for cooking over it in a skillet now, but she figured it would be just right in the short time Paul was due to return.
She watched the fire a few moments longer, thinking how nice it would be to sleep in front of the fireplace, and then she decided she should get busy with her unpacking. Paul had left her suitcase in the bedroom, and she lifted it onto the bed, the only other furniture in the room being a chest of drawers. She took her time, carefully placing the few articles of clothing in the drawers or closet, then closed the suitcase and slipped it under the oak-framed double bed. She thought about unpacking her nephew's suitcase, but she decided he would--likely prefer doing it himself. So instead, she returned to the living room and sat down on the portable bed, making herself comfortable as she watched the fire burning to red-hot glowing coals.
She day-dreamed, unaware of the passing time, and the heat from the fireplace made her lush, provocative young body feel warmly sensitive to its radiance. In her mind, she could see herself taking off all her clothes, stripping and lying down nakedly in front of the fire, while the bright orange-red light of the flames cast strange dancing shadows on her breasts and stomach and legs. The heat made her flesh tingle with an erotic excitement as tiny beads of perspiration formed on her brow and excitement played sensually over her body and caressed each part.
Cathy jumped up from the small bed, shaking her head to drive the dreams away. Her nephew would be back any minute, and there was dinner to prepare. She felt flushed and shaky as she walked quickly into the kitchen; and she started pulling food from the refrigerator before she remembered the hamburger on the sink.
"Stupid me!" she said out loud, shaking her head, as she closed the refrigerator door. Through the window above the sink she saw that it was almost dark outside, and she leaned closer to look up toward a dark sky. She had left her wrist watch in the bedroom, thinking she would have no use for it that evening, and she hurried to get it and check the time. Good Lord! It had been two hours since Paul left to find the Rands' campsite!
It wasn't like her nephew to be late, and he had said an hour ... or so she thought? She walked quickly to the front door and peered out into the night. With the exception of a few scattered campfires, she saw nothing. Instantly a picture of Paul, lost and hungry in the woods, flashed in her mind, and real worry seized her. She had to find him to be sure he was all right.
The late May night air was cool, and she was wearing a loose-fitting dress that was comfortable for the long drive down, so she hurried into the bedroom to get a warm coat from the closet. As she walked quickly out the front door she tried to remember what the camp manager had said about finding the Rands' campsite, and she was angry at herself for not having listened more closely. The cool air and the darkness helped calm her, and she abruptly realized she might be doing something foolish. If she ran off half crazy with worry, she could easily become lost. Besides, most--likely Paul was just too involved talking with Cynthia and her mother to notice the time.
Cathy stopped, thinking she would return to the cabin and wait for her blonde nephew, when she saw a small wooden sign a few yards in front of her. She moved closer, unable to read it in the near-darkness from that distance, and she saw it was arrow-shaped with the word "campsites" etched on it in red. Looking out in the direction it pointed, she saw faintly glowing fires in the distance, and she listened, hearing the sound of rushing water nearby. She remembered then what the man had said about crossing a bridge and going left past the campsites to a rise.
She really didn't want to see Helen Rand that evening, but then there was nothing but anguished waiting for her back at the cabin. And Paul might be heading in her direction right at that moment. There was no harm in walking toward the Rands' camp; and if Paul was headed back, she could walk with him. Their paths had to meet, as there was the bridge over the river, so she headed toward the fires in the distance. And if she didn't meet her nephew, she could still turn back, if necessary, before reaching the Rands' campsite. The walk would do her good, and it was better than waiting in the cabin where it had been getting a little too hot.
CHAPTER THREE
The light of the dimming sunset was still in the sky when Paul reached the bottom of the rise. It wasn't as far as it had appeared from across the river, but it was different and more beautiful at close range. The trees along the slope were mostly large oaks, interspersed with dogwood, and climbing up between them was no easy task. The ground, garnished with wild mountain flowers, angled up steeply to the rise, but there was still enough light that he could find the path to the top without difficulty.
The trail was angular, cut into the side of the slope as it rose from one level area to the next, and by the time Paul reached the last cut to the top, he was breathing hard. He'd have been very unhappy if the Rands' camp wasn't there; but a short distance along the flat and in a clearing, he saw the large tent. The air carried a distinct aroma of charcoal-cooked steaks, and when he reached the edge of the clearing, he understood why.
Seated at a large camp table were three persons. A short distance from that was a campfire and grill being tended by .Cynthia Rand. He was excited at seeing Cynthia, but he was reluctant to step into the clearing because of those seated at the camp table. One was Helen Rand, as he would expect, but what disturbed him was the presence of two men. The three adults were all drinking from tall glasses and laughing and talking at the same time. Paul instantly thought that one of the two men had to be with Cynthia. If that was the case, he'd certainly have to re-think his plans. His muscles tensed with excitement as he decided to watch; to spy on the group was more correct, and the idea did have a certain masochistic and voyeur stimulation.
They were apparently going to eat the steaks that Cynthia was carefully turning over the grill, but the way Helen Rand was acting with the two men, Paul had to wonder. Cynthia was almost a carbon-copy of-her mother, and she was blessed with a degree of sensuality that belied her young age. Yet the voluptuous raven-haired mother was all the woman that any man could realistically ask for, and then some. Paul felt that the dark-brown-haired daughter would some day come up to the qualities of her mother, but he couldn't help the way he felt when looking at
Helen. She really turned him on in the most lewd and stimulating way he could imagine.
At that moment, seated at the large camp table, the shapely advertising woman seemed to radiate pure sex like it was a common asset available to everyone. Her movements were deliberate and enticingly smooth, as if she was making love to anything that came in contact with her full and luscious body. When she touched the table, it was certain that she was feeling its texture, caressing its surface with her fingers, and the bench she was sitting on might well have been alive by the way her thighs and firm rounded buttocks pinched and rocked upon it. She was wearing a dress of such delicate material and so short that he had to wonder if it was all there; or instead, if it was a blouse and she had somehow forgotten her pants or skirt. She always dressed in revealing garments, and though Paul had never seen her in the nude, he felt he could describe all of her intimate parts in detail. Her breasts, large and round and lifted, would shimmer and quiver as she shifted her position, the nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her dress as if straining to be free. He could imagine how proud and firm they were, like magnificent ripe melons above her narrow waist and curving hips. Her long tapering legs, always slightly parted, seemed to suggest he could easily look up between them to the warm inviting valley where her sleek inner thighs and firm rounded buttocks became one. Her dark silken pubic mound would be thicker than Cynthia's, but he knew that the softly curling hair would part like a clearing in the forest to reveal the liquid pink orifice of her cunt nestling secretly up between soft, wetly glistening vaginal lips.
One of the men at the table was telling a dirty joke, but Paul kept his eyes on Helen, for when she laughed, which was frequently, she would throw her head back so that her long raven-colored hair spilled over her shoulders, framing her strikingly attractive face; at these times, her sensual mouth would open in an "o" shape as if her wetly ovaled lips were prepared to kiss the head of a cock. And then she would smile and then her agile tongue would snake out between pearl white teeth to moisten her lips until they seemed to glow with alluring redness. She was an alive and tremendously exciting woman, a female, Paul knew, who could make any man glad to be near her.
It didn't take long for Paul to realize that the two men at the table were both seeking Helen's favor and, becoming more excited himself at the sight of her, he decided he would make his presence known. He wanted to get away somewhere with Cynthia as soon as possible, and he was certain the two men would be glad for the privacy.
"So I find you at last," Paul announced abruptly as he stepped into the clearing and walked toward the camp table. Cynthia left the fire and ran to him with open arms.
"It's about time you got here ... I've been going crazy hanging around this dizzy giggling trio!" She was smiling and her words were said in jest, but her open kiss left little doubt about her genuine feelings. She was hot and as anxious as he was for sex. The feel of her sensually warm young body pressing tightly against him made his half-hard cock grow larger, and he pushed her back after a moment, still finding it difficult to be so open in front of her mother. Helen knew about their involvement and thought it fine, but his natural reserve kept open displays of affection to a minimum.
Keeping an arm around Cynthia, he walked to the table. "Evening, Mrs. Rand, how are you?" he said, his hand extended. He liked the direct way she looked at him, and when their hands touched, he always felt as though she was being very, very friendly.
"Well, Paul, you're just in time for a drink," the glamorous raven-haired beauty said in her seductive voice as she took his hand; it seemed as if she felt it more than shaking it. Then she glanced at the other two men, who were standing. "This is Cynthia's friend, Paul! That's
Len and that's Dan..."
Paul shook the hands of each, and he suddenly realized that they both knew Cynthia's mother better than he'd previously supposed as she went on quite casually, "They're a couple of real swingers, Paul."
"Nice to meet you!" he said to both. Then he turned to again face Helen. "Before I forget, my aunt said she would come by to say hello in the morning..." Then he added as if to make an excuse for her absence. "She was a little tired from the drive down."
"Too bad she can't come tonight. It might have done her a world of good." she said, and Paul missed the touch of sarcasm in her voice. "Sit down, have a drink, and let Cynthia get those steaks before they're burned to a crisp!"
With a yelp, Cynthia hurried to the grill, so Paul did as Helen asked, sitting down beside her and pouring himself a drink. They were all drinking Manhattans in large glasses, but he preferred something he could water down, so he poured himself three fingers of bourbon and filled the glass with ice. "Hellova nice way to go camping, Mrs. Rand," he said, and he clinked his glass against hers. She laughed, which reminded him how horny he'd become, and he quickly took a large gulp of the liquor so he wouldn't stare. After that he completely forgot about the time or his promise to his aunt as he listened to
Len and Dan tell stories, and he attempted to keep from looking at Helen laugh. Cynthia put the overdone steaks on the table, but no one seemed very interested in eating any food. Paul fixed a second drink when Cynthia sat down beside him, and while she held a drink too, her free hand was kept busy under the table stroking his inner thigh. Being in between the sensuous brown-haired girl and her voluptuous mother was a situation that Paul thought to have great possibilities, and the second and a third drink were consumed quickly. Finally, he was aroused from their nearness; he stood up from the table with legs trembling.
"I've got to go!" he announced abruptly, and no one seemed to notice but Cynthia. She stood, pausing long enough to drain her glass, and then she ran off to the tent only to emerge a second later with a flashlight.
"Mother, I'm going to walk back with Paul ... I'll be gone for a while."
Only then did Helen stop the animated conversation of the two men long enough for a short and meaningful comment of her own. "See you soon, Paul, and do take your time!"
"Thank you for the drink, Mrs. Rand," he answered, and with quick nods to Len and Dan, he took Cynthia by the arm and headed back toward the trail. Cynthia had the flashlight beaming, and they followed the circle of light, not stopping until they were at the edge of the slope. Then she pointed the light down the trail to the first level area.
"There! Just on the other side of that large oak..." She started down the trail, Paul anxiously following close behind.
"What What's there?" he said.
She laughed, devilishly, "A blanket ... I put a blanket there earlier, in case it got cold."
Just off the trail, on the far side of a large oak, there was a grassy level space. And next to the base of the tree was a bunched up dark blue blanket that Cynthia unhesitatingly picked up and began unfolding.
"Shine this down here while I spread this out," she said, handing Paul the flash-light. Her rushing made him more excited than ever, and while holding the flash-light in one hand, he started unbuckling his belt with the other. In the process he couldn't help shining the light on Cynthia's sensual young body. Just like her mother, he thought, but younger and less experienced. Her dark eyes, wide with a heated arousal, flowed as the light shone on her pretty face; her long deep brown hair fell in bright contrast around her white shoulders as she pulled off her sweater.
"I've been thinking about doing it all day ... Hurry, darling," she said, but he remained motionless as she stripped off her brassiere and exposed her full, ripely quivering breasts to his view. The nipples, pink and proud, were hardened with her excitement, and he held the light on them, wanting to watch her undress completely. With belt loosened, he started unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, but he didn't want to set the flash-light down until he had seen all of her. She was wearing jeans, and in one motion she slipped them, and her bikini panties, down over her gently rounded buttocks, lower still down her firm, white thighs until they fell in a heap around her ankles. He moved the beam of light across her flat young belly, pausing for a second as if to tease her navel with it. and then he pointed the light directly at the triangular patch of her sparse brown pubic hair.
Cynthia saw what he was doing with the light and she laughed openly, willing to play the game. "You see? It's ready for you, darling. Warm and moist and ready for your beautifully big cock." As she spoke in her soft, low voice, she spread her slenderly tapered legs apart and began grinding her hips rhythmically back and forth, as her hands palms against her white flesh with fingers extended slid down over her naked belly toward the curving mound of sexual pleasure.
Paul gaped at her slow sensuous movements as her fingertips drew closer and closer to the silken brown fuzz of her eagerly undulating cunt. His long throbbing penis was straining against the confinement of his pants, growing harder and bigger as he watched her caress her inner thighs and spread her legs out wider still before reaching up with two fingers of each hand to stroke the moistened hair-lined slit and part the wetly glistening pussy lips to wantonly expose the flushing pink flesh of her teenage cunt.
Her lust-hardened clitoris was throbbing visibly as she seductively pressed a fingertip against it, and the young blonde boy couldn't leave his pants on another moment. His stiff, blood-filled cock was aching to be released, to be free to enter the moistly hot grip of the shapely girl's tight young cunt, and he set the flashlight on the ground, the beam spreading across the blanket to illuminate their love-bed. "There! Lay down there!" he groaned as he hurriedly pushed his pants over his painfully erect penis, releasing it to stand straight out from his groin.
Cynthia willingly did as he asked, nakedly stretching out on the blanket so that the light shone directly on her voluptuous young loins, and with knees drawn up and spread out wide, she again stroked the tingling knob of her rigid little clitoris with a single fingertip. She was without shame as she arched her ripely flaring buttocks up off the blanket, grinding her pelvis in a lewdly open invitation to be fucked.
Paul was ready, tearing his shirt off and nearly tripping in his efforts to step out of his pants, as he knelt down on the blanket, naked now except for his shoes and socks. The night air was cold, but both young people were too impatient to notice anything except the other's arousal.
"Ooohh, your cock's so big and hard! Fuck me, darling. Fuck me," the young girl pleaded in a low, sensuous whisper as she raised her hips up higher, as if trying to catch his wildly jerking penis with her hungry little cunt. Her hands were on her sleek inner thighs, fingers spreading the heatedly quivering lips of her lubricated vagina so that Paul could clearly see the wetly glistening opening up between her legs. With a loud groan of hunger, the boy arched his hips forward so that the rubbery-like tip of his pounding cock was but inches from her moistly heated cuntal crevice.
He, too, had been thinking about fucking the voluptuous teenaged girl all day, and he wanted to savor the moment, just to feel the full, overpowering impact of her sexuality. The bulbous purple head of his rigid staff was throbbing painfully as he pushed it closer to the tender young flesh, and when it contacted the wispy ends of her pubic hairs his whole body shuddered with passion. Tiny droplets of moisture clung to the soft tendrils of brown hair lining the widespread lips, and still more perfumed lubricant covered the fleshy pink valley from the quaking wet bud of her clitoris to the brownish tightly puckered little anus. He wanted to touch it, all of it with the thick head of his cock, and tease her until she begged him to ram his beautiful swollen prick up into the slick walls of her tight young cunt, fucking like a maniac into her trembling belly.
Tightly gripping the large, fleshy, pole-like penis in his hand, Paul pushed his hips forward again, this time not stopping until the dilated slit at the very tip made contact with the hardened ridge of her clitoris. Then using his stiff rod like a poker, he stroked it across the hotly moistened flesh, striking at her budded nerve ending, taunting her wet cuntal mouth, and slipping the now-moistened head down over the excitedly puckering hole to her rectum. The sex-crazed teenager jerked her voluptuous young buttocks up at the rigidly teasing cock, anxious and hungry to have it buried deep in her fiery belly, but the grinning blonde boy held back just enough to prevent her from taking it inside. He guided it up and down the smooth valley again and again, pausing here and there to push and retreat and make her moan in frustration. More warm lubricant oozed out to be spread over the pinkly blushing flesh, and he placed the purple head of his cock again over her tiny anus pushing once, twice, harder as she squirmed on the blanket beneath her.
"Ooohhh, ooohhh, oohhhh! Fuck me ... Ohhh, God, fuck me!" she cried with her long slender legs trembling in tensed anticipation. She was ready, so ready, and willing to take him anywhere as long as he fucked her.
Sweat dripped from Paul's forehead as the heated arousal of his body grew more intense, but he still held back, enjoying the seeming power his hard young penis had over her wantonly writhing body. No matter where he touched her with it, she squirmed and twisted as if wanting to take its massive hardness inside, and he thought about making her suck it or take it in her ass-hole,-but the memory of her tight slick young cunt around his rigid cock dominated all.
With a calculating cold-bloodedness born of wild passion, he laid the full length of his hard, heatedly throbbing penis over the wide-splayed slit of her cunt, and he fell upon her, his hips trapping her legs out wide, his hands covering the pliant globes of her large, softly fleshed breasts.
She moaned and writhed insanely, her eyes closed, her mouth open with a hot, implacable desire. "F-fuck m-m-meeeee!" she moaned, her voice wild and high.
He felt her fingers tracing down his spinal column, feeling each inch as they explored lower. They moved past his waist, and he closed his eyes and tried not to moan with delight. He dared not think of what she was going to do even though he knew. . . and died from anticipation. He raised his hips slowly, the head of his iron-stiff cock slipping down her hair-lined slit, further and further until it was positioned against the gaping mouth of her moistly heated cunt. With a frenzied movement, her hands cupped the cheeks of his buttocks and she tried to pull him toward her, trying, with all her might, to shove his long hard cock into her impatiently wanting cunt.
"Fuck me!" she begged. "Fuck me any way you like!"
Her words drove him mad. Her face was distorted with lust and wild with passion as her head thrashed back and forth, sending her soft brown hair whipping through the air. He pushed forward, carefully ... gradually slipping the thick, excitedly pulsating head of his penis into the tight grip of her snug little cunt. He entered her, an inch, then another, the head of his cock stretching her wetly slick passage wide as she squirmed beneath him, groaning and panting and wanting him all the way to her belly. The tortuously slow entry was teasing ecstasy, stirring a fire in his balls that made his cum boil as he pushed deeper in the lubricated tunnel, her hot little cunt rippling over his hardened flesh as if sucking it inside. He penetrated still another inch of sensual delight, but still he held to his agonizing pace.
Cynthia groaned, arching her buttocks up in her sexual delirium as she tightly gripped his muscular young buttocks, pulling his cheeks wide so that he felt the cool night air stirring between them. Then, as he tensed, he felt the young girl's outstretched finger edge down to the crack between his naked buttocks and burrow its way down until it touched on his excitedly puckering anus. With a low. heavy grunt, he rammed his thick pulsing cock into the hotness of her eager young cunt. It sank all the way home into the deep mysterious depths of her being, and he felt it hot and hard and powerful ... with her moistly contracting pussy pulsating all around his long hard shaft as if it were determined to hold it prisoner forever.
Forcing his arms underneath her and holding her tight so that her head fell back and her entire upper torso was lifted off the ground, he began fucking her slowly at first, then with rapidly increasing ramrod thrusts. The sensuous teenage girl responded wildly, gyrating her hips like a whore gone mad. eager to get more of his hotly swollen cock deeper inside her, if that was possible.
Paul lost all control and began fucking with all his might, his balls slapping against her nakedly upturned buttocks as he lifted them off the blanket with each stroke and slammed her back down again. The sex-crazed girl squealed faintly at first, then louder as his massive young pole of lust-hardened cock-flesh sawed in and out with wild abandon. Their pubic hairs entangled as his penis sliced down between her legs and up into her belly, her vibrant little pussy a warm and soft and grasping sleeve of hot liquid pleasure. She used it beautifully, first pulling him deep up inside, and then rhythmically squeezing him out again as her belly wantonly churned and her thighs locked desperately against his grinding hips.
It had only been a week, but it seemed like forever since he had fucked her, and he felt his impatiently heated cum building with the might and undeniable thrust of a power drill out of control. He pushed his hand under her eagerly raised young buttocks, and he was imagining the look of the tiny puckered orifice hidden teasingly and mysteriously up between her hotly trembling ass-cheeks, feeling the smooth hairless skin of the softly yielding valley leading to her anus. He wanted to touch it, feel the tight elastic texture of her ass-hole with his finger.
"Ooooohh yes! Yes! Put your finger in my ass-hole, Paul baby ... Ohhh, now now now!"
His fingertip made contact with the tightly puckered little opening and he pushed hard against it, eliciting more fevered groans of pleasure from the teenaged girl. The elastic-like ring of warmly pulsating flesh seemed to loosen and tighten in tempo to the fucking of his thickly hardened cock in and out of her tight little cunt just above it. and he twisted his invading finger around up to the first knuckle, screwing it hotly up into the rubbery mouth of her hairless little anus.
"Ooohh. yessss ... Ooohh, ohhh, ohhh!" Cynthia gasped loudly and in pain and pleasure as his finger slithered deeper up into her rectum, another tight little hole of lusting pleasure to tuck into up between her open thighs.
The tall blonde boy ground his throbbing cock down hard into her heatedly clasping cunt and thrust his finger deeper, up to the second knuckle, in her heatedly tight rectum, straining and grunting fighting the urge to let his boiling white cum dash free from his bloated balls. She moved beneath him like a fired-up steam engine, the taut muscles in her rectum slowly, deliberately, pulling and working at his screwing linger, wanting it deep as he drove it through to the tight, spongy grasp of her anus. Her wanton little body was alive, her fleshy young buttocks wildly grinding under the smooth pistoning of his hotly throbbing cock as they raised themselves up to his deepest drives. Her legs spasmodically flew up and out, opening her shamelessly aroused loins even wider to his hard, rapid thrusts, and she arched her naked hips up to meet him, twisting and mewling as it worshipping the hard fleshy penis shoved deep up into her hungrily burning cunt.
"Oooohh, Goddd! Yeesss ... Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Cynthia was being sexually driven toward her own wild ecstasy, wantonly wiggling her buttocks and thrusting her pelvis up to meet each one of his savage blows as her eyes closed and she let her head fall back and her mouth gape in wondrous rapture.
"I'm c-c-cummmiinnnnggg!" she gasped.
"Uuuuuuuuhhhh!"
"I ... I'mmmm ccuuuummmmmmminn gggg!" the teenaged girl gasped again.
The tightly clasping little passage of hot female liquid rippled against his lust-inflated cock like a volcanic wave of erotic fire, and Paul was breathing hard and his heart was pounding as though it were about to fly right out of his chest as he felt his orgasm growing until it seemed to fill his whole groin. Then, like hot mercury finding a channel, his heavy and thick cum raced out explosively, almost tearing the head of his cock off as it heatedly splattered into her wildly milking young cunt. He felt himself thrusting, pouring white hot sperm into the wantonly writhing girl as his toes tingled and the hair stood up on the back of his neck and he bellowed, "Aaaaaaggghhhhhh!"
And still the never-ending spurts of hot cum pumped out of his cock, filling her and making it easy to fuck in and out of her wildly contracting pussy. Her belly rolled with his lunges, spasms of delight arching up against him, and her mouth was open, teeth slightly bared, as she gasped and moaned in groaning climactic desire. He pumped once, twice, then once again, feeling his strength going, his muscles turning into warm butter, and his bones turning into rubber. With a long satisfied moan, he finally collapsed on top of her ... breathing heavily, his long cock still buried into her eagerly sucking vagina.
Cynthia continued to writhe beneath him. wiggling her hips and screwing up against his half-hard cock as his outstretched finger kept fucking into the depths of her heated rectum. Their climactic juices flowed warmly, slowly, around the thick base of his wildly jerking cock and seeped down the moist crevice of her wide-splayed buttocks to lubricate his finger as it plunged tirelessly in her tightly clasping anus. Then, as if only pausing before making a new ascent, she slowly lowered her legs on the blanket, forcing his finger to slip gradually, smoothly, from the spongy grasp of her rectum until the fingertip came out of her puckered little anus with a lewd, wet, popping noise.
Paul stayed over her as he suddenly felt the chill of the night air on his naked buttocks, and he reached out to pull the blanket over them. It was then that he realized the flashlight was still shining on them. This struck him so funny that he began laughing, causing his slowly deflating cock to slip wetly out from Cynthia's cum-filled cunt. He rolled onto his back, gasping and choking, "Imagine ... W-what if somebody had come ... What a show!" he said between his rasping laughter. "Oh, woowwww!"
Cynthia turned on her side, finishing the job Paul started by pulling the blanket over their naked young bodies. She was still reveling in the sensually slippery feel of warm cum between her smooth inner thighs, and she snuggled in close to him. "That was nice," she sighed, totally unconcerned about possible on-lookers.
"Yeah," he answered, but he was thinking about her mother, Helen, and what was probably happening to her right then. Cynthia and her sexy young mother in bed together; that would really be something! And, abruptly, he remembered his aunt and how he had told her he'd be back for dinner. He knew he had to leave ... right now. "I've got to get back to the cabin..."
"Ooohhh, already?" she said, and she knew
Paul liked it when she pouted.
"I told my Aunt Cathy I'd be back for dinner an hour ago! She's probably worried."
"Doesn't she know what you're doing?" the shapely brown-haired girl asked, though she already knew the answer.
"Oh, come on! She thinks you're a virgin, and me, too! She'd die of shock if she found out differently..." Paul said, and he believed it, too.
"You know, she is awfully uptight for such an attractive woman," she said as if thinking out loud. "I'm going to see if my mother can help her..."
"No! Don't, Cynthia ... Whatever it is that makes my aunt the way she is. . . Well, she's going to have to..." He couldn't finish the statement. "Hell, I'd better get going!" He started to push back the blanket, but he froze as Cynthia's warm young hand closed over his cock.
"That beautiful fuck you just threw into me made my throat dry. I was kinda hoping She gently squeezed his limp penis with her fingers, and he felt it growing hard again. The way she talked sometimes just drove him crazy; the way she licked her wetly parted lips making what she wanted so obvious and all. . . Hell, he was already late now, a few more minutes wouldn't matter! And she was obviously anxious for a taste of his hard moist penis but he knew that she would never settle for just a taste. So he had better prepare himself to give her a real two-course feast.
CHAPTER FOUR
A short while earlier, Cathy had pulled her coat more tightly around her as twilight finally faded and night fell around her. She was past the campsites, too far for the flickering light from their fires and lanterns to do much good, and she stood in the darkness, glancing nervously to her left and toward the sloping, tree-covered hill. She didn't think she could ever find her way up in the night, and she knew she should turn back, returning to the cabin alone.
She didn't want to go all the way to the Rand's camp anyway, because she didn't want Paul to think of her as an interfering aunt. But she waited, for a few minutes, somehow believing that Paul would soon be coming down the hill. When she saw a light at the top through the trees, moving and shining down a trail, she was sure it was Paul on his way back to the cabin. Then it stopped, a short distance below the rise, but she couldn't tell what was happening in the trees. The beam of light moved, appearing and disappearing, and then she could only see a dull glow coming from one place. Was he lost? Oh God ... what if he had fallen.'
There was a trail up the slope; somehow she had to find it, to get to that spot of light and make sure that her nephew was all right. She moved slowly, cautiously, afraid that she might step into a sink hole or trip over a fallen branch. Soon, to her surprise, she found herself on a well-defined trail angling up the slope. Still she moved slowly as the trail was steep and treacherous, and one wrong step could prove disastrous. The climb was difficult. She stopped now and then to make sure that she was still heading up toward the light. At one point the trail moved away from that pinpoint of illumination, and she stayed on the trail, and in time it did angle back in the direction of the light.
She was breathing heavily from effort as the trail seemed to become steeper, but finally she realized that the spot she was seeking was directly ahead of her, only a short distance away. She paused to catch her breath and thought about calling out her nephew's name, but a sound, a noise she couldn't identify, caused her to remain quiet. What if it wasn't Paul at all, and she was nowhere near the Rand's camp. It was possible she was approaching a total stranger, and if that was in fact the case, she didn't want to be seen.
She started again, quietly, deciding that she would first get a look at the scene before committing herself; and even if it wasn't Paul there, it had been worth the climb to put her mind at ease. The trail reached a level area, and now she could see that the illumination came from a flashlight lying on the ground about twenty feet ahead, but whatever it was shining on had been blocked from her vision by the base of a large tree. She knew someone was there as she could hear heavy breathing, and with skin tingling from fright and nervous excitement, she cautiously moved to the near side of the tree trunk. She was scared, frightened by what she might find behind the tree, but she was drawn to it, somehow feeling she had to look. God, please don't let it be Paul who's fallen and hurt himself.
Gradually she moved around the tree, her eyes wide as she progressively took in more and more: a dark blue blanket, a pile of clothes, the movement of naked flesh ... and then she wanted to scream! Her head beginning spinning crazily as images prurient, intense images swam through her brain to make her legs weak and her heart pound. Abruptly, she thought she was going to faint as her whole world came to a shattering end. There, a few feet away, before her horrified and disbelieving eyes, was her nephew and Cynthia ... nakedly locked together, lewdly, in violent sexual intercourse. The young aunt couldn't move as she stared transfixed at the heated coupling, the impact of the shock thrusting into her silently screaming brain again and again like a man surgeon's scalpel jabbing repeatedly into her nerve centers.
Her teenaged nephew and young Cynthia Rand pitched and fell together on the blanket, their naked bodies glistening in the beam of the flashlight as they rhythmically performed an obscene horizontal dance of seduction. Cathy blinked her eyes not wanting to believe what she saw, yet it was so clear, and so very near! Cynthia's young, well-formed legs were raised back and upward, knees practically touching the ground at her shoulders, and her wide-spread loins were clearly visible as she wantonly bucked under the driving lunges of Paul's long, hard penis. The pretty young aunt wanted to run, to flee from the terrible, lewdly unblemished sight before her, but her legs wouldn't move, no matter how hard she tried to make them work. It was as if she was captured and held by an invisible force, a demanding force that made her a part of the scene on the blanket.
Her eyes took in the images and planted them in her brain as if she was to judge and evaluate the quality of the wild, untamed fucking the young girl was receiving. The brownish silkiness of Cynthia's pubic hair was parted, flared out by the thickness of the wetly ramming cock that plunged again and again into the moist pink opening of her ravished little cunt. Even the larger than normal bud of her clitoris could be seen erect and throbbing responding to the contact of his powerful young penis as he speared deep up into her eagerly writhing belly. The shapely secretary could hear, as loudly as a rifle's cracking report, her nephew's sperm-laden balls slapping noisily against the open crevice that divided the smoothly rounded globes of the girl's hungrily gyrating buttocks. When he withdrew, his hard throbbing staff with her lubricating fluid would force the tightly clasping flesh of her vagina to roll out and then inward again as his glistening thick cock disappeared once more all the way inside her. Just below the moistened pink flanges of her pussy was a tiny puckered hole that seemed to suck and tease at the hairy sac of his balls each time they slammed against it.
The sensuous teenaged girl was groaning incessantly, her head rolling from side to side making a tangle of her long dark brown hair. It was only too obvious how much she loved this lewd fucking she was getting. Cathy tried to divert her eyes, ashamed of the churning unexplainable emotions she felt, but something made her stare at her nephew's powerful young buttocks, as he pistoned heavily up into Cynthia's tight little cunt. The nakedly-thrusting cheeks of his muscular buttocks tightened and relaxed with the rhythm of his fucking, and his aunt watched closely, examining his genitals with a subjectivity that was sinful. She was truly amazed at the enormous size of his long virile young penis.
His hard shaft was lined with blue veins that pounded with his excitement, the throbbing seeming to become more and more pronounced with each passing second. He was really buffeting the nakedly writhing young girl's body, yet she was obviously wanting more.
Cathy tried to move again, knowing she was observing something not really meant for her eyes, and on top of it all, she also realized with disgust and shame that the salacious sight was stimulating her own body. Her legs had begun trembling as the bud of her own clitoris beneath her silken panties became moistly erect with arousal, and she had the perverse and vile urge to reach down between her quivering thighs and shove a finger, two fingers, into the wet folds of her own intolerably heated pussy. Her head was spinning with the desire for satisfaction, as there was something in her memory that was coming forward, something darkly exciting provoked by the sight of her nephew and Cynthia fucking.
"Ooohh yes! Put your finger in my ass-hole, Paul ... Ohhh, now now now!" Cynthia groaned loudly as she bucked under his powerfully pistoning young cock, and the words floated over to Cathy like teasing, arousing and taunting little shocks of pleasure, drawing her attention even more into the lewd action. The trembling young aunt stared at Cynthia's tightly puckering anus as Paul's outstretched middle finger pushed against it, working into the clasping dry hole to disappear up to the first knuckle. And the shapely young girl begged for more. "Ooooh, yesss ... that hurts soooo good! Oooh, oooh,oohhh!"
The young light brown-haired aunt was aghast as she saw her nephew's extended finger worming snake-like up into Cynthia's rectum, deeper and deeper, rhythmically taking up the tempo of his cock fucking into her moistly absorbing young pussy. Cathy thought she, too, could actually feel the fiery penetration into her own suddenly shamelessly puckering anus, and the shock made her legs tremble. Somehow she was able to back away from the tree, retreat from the salacious sight of her nephew and his girl-friend fucking, as the memory it brought out was suddenly clear. It was as if she was seeing herself at the same age as Cynthia, that time so many years ago in the park with that now faceless stranger. And she could remember how his long hard penis had felt, so good, so...
Cathy started to run, willing to go anywhere as long as it was away from that horrible spot, and without really knowing why, she ran up the trail to the top of the rise. She was again in the darkness of the night, but she moved without the fear of stumbling, as that had somehow lost its importance. There were too many other things to think of now, and a careless step, a fall was insignificant.
Perhaps unconsciously she was thinking to go to Helen Rand with her new knowledge, to put the facts before Cynthia's mother in the hope that she could erase the lewd scene she had just witnessed from her mind. Yet, whatever brought her to the edge of the clearing and campsite was quickly forgotten or lost in the prurient haze that once again permeated her mind.
Cathy froze, having almost charged blindly into another wild sex scene, this one even worse than the earlier, that was just getting underway. It looked even more unreal than the last, their naked bodies glowing red in the brilliant firelight, so close that Cathy thought she could reach out and touch them. Yet, it was less their nudity than their bizarre positions that stunned her, and she remained hidden in the thick foliage, her mind trying to make sense out of the lewd spectacle before her.
There was a man stripped naked and stretched out on his back on top of a table surrounded by plates and glasses and bottles, and there was the voluptuous Helen Rand, kneeling on discarded clothes on a bench beside the table. Her smoothly rounded backside was toward Cathy, and both of her hands were circling a huge,, rigidly erect penis that stood straight up from the man's groin. Cathy-would never have believed a cock could be so big, and if that wasn't enough of a shock, she was stunned to see the glamorous older woman lovingly caressing it in her hands. It was almost as if the naked Rand woman was a doctor examining a patient's sexual prowess as she leaned over it, her long raven-colored hair hanging down to touch his thighs, while her fingers circled, rose and fell, to feel every part of its long hard-fleshed surface. She was laughing and licking her wetly parted lips and breathing over the throbbing penis, her face moving closer and closer to it.
"God, you have a lovely cock!" she said to the grinning man, and the pretty shapely secretary found herself examining the man's penis too. The thick head seemed to glow a majestic purple in the reddish light of the fire, and the narrow slit at the tip opened and closed as Helen's hand stroked up and down its thick length. The man raised up on his elbows, coolly staring at her stroking of his cock, and when he made certain motions with his hips, it was apparent he wanted to thrust his massively erect penis up into her wetly waiting mouth.
Cathy told herself it was wrong to be spying on Cynthia's mother like this, but at the same time, she had a protective aunt's interest in knowing the family of her nephew's girl-friend. And she knew that, at the moment, she couldn't bring herself to walk back down the trail, without running the risk of encountering Paul and Cynthia again. But what really kept her there was the thought of seeing a sexual act like she had never dreamed possible. Though she could never consciously admit it, she had become almost wantonly aroused by watching her nephew fucking his teenage girl-friend. Thus she was emotionally and physically unable to pass up the opportunity to observe another sexual scene a scene that would fully justify her own rising sexual arousal.
Helen Rand was now mewling a high-pitched moan of pleasure as she leaned closer and closer to the thickly jutting column of flesh, leaning over until her large white breasts were sensually swaying just above the man's expectantly jerking penis. She moved lower, positioning her dangling tits until they were on either side of the wildly throbbing cock and squeezed them around the fleshy shaft as if she was making a sandwich.
Then she began to stroke the massive penis, using her softly firm breasts in place of her hands.
The thick purple head of the man's impatiently pulsating cock disappeared into the soft warm valley formed by her large breasts, and then it reappeared as she began to raise up and down, fucking his lust-hardened staff with her tits. In the reddish light of the fire, the whole scene appeared to be a strange and bizarre ritual that Cynthia's naked mother was performing over the man's idol-like phallus. The man had a fixed smile on his face as he watched his long thick cock being massaged by her soft breasts, and he suddenly arched his hips up, pushing the head of his cock up so far that it scraped her chin. Helen backed away for a moment, laughing teasingly, then formed an "O" with her moist red lips. No longer smiling, suddenly very serious, she bent down slightly and flicked her pink little tongue out at the massively jerking penis, wetly circling its throbbing head.
For an instant the whole bizarre scene tilted crazily before Cathy's eyes, and she felt faint. It was too unbelievable, seeing so clearly, so close to herself, the vile and crude sexual play of Cynthia's mother. She knew she should leave and somehow return to the cabin unseen, but she also knew that no power on earth could force her away from this lewdly exciting sight. She had never seen anything more vilely perverted in her life ... and she wanted to see all of it ... because in spite of her shock, it was exciting her beyond measure.
The man's massive cock was growing even larger under the ministrations of Helen's tongue; and she was licking up and down the full blood-filled length of it now, occasionally stopping to flick out across the very tip where tiny drops of semen had appeared. It was as if she painted it over with her warmly glistening saliva. When the man moaned and squirmed like a beaten animal, she withdrew her tongue, and she lowered her head until the thick red lips, entering the warm cavity of her mouth. She sucked and licked at the vibrant flesh as though it were a delicious ice-cream cone. Gradually Cynthia's mother began taking a little more of its thickness inside her wetly sucking mouth, and, at the same time, had her hand wrapped around its thick base, pumping furiously up and down. Then the voluptuous advertising woman did something Cathy wouldn't have believed possible if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes.
Moaning loudly, Helen slowly lowered her head, taking nearly the entire long length of the man's wetly glistening cock back up into her throat. Her cheeks bloated out grotesquely and then hollowed in as she sucked furiously on the hotly pulsating rod; when she raised her head up again, she left a trail of white teeth marks along its blood-red surface. Then with a rhythmic motion, her head began rapidly bobbing up and down on the man's cock, her tightly compressed lips rolling in and out as she sucked with tremendous force. With her other hand she began to massage the hairy huge globes of his sperm-weighted balls, and she appeared caught up in a sexual frenzy that grew more intense with each passing second.
Cathy's heart was pounding so fast that she thought she could feel it reverberating in her ears and, unconsciously, she began to rub her legs together, her inner thighs like pinchers squeezing her wetly palpitating vagina. Her legs again started to tremble, and she sank down to the ground, being careful to keep Helen and the man in clear view. Then, just as she sat on the soft grassy earth, another man came into sight from around behind the tent. The young curious aunt almost jumped up again, but she stayed put when she realized that he, too, was totally naked and obviously a member of the party. He was grinning as he walked, and jutting out from his groin was a half-hard penis that to Cathy looked even bigger than the one in Helen's mouth.
"Dan, you dirty bastard," he said growling, "I turn my back for a second and you two start fucking without me!" He looked unhappy as he came around the table to stand behind Helen and the man he had called Dan. Cathy was amazed as the man on the table only laughed, while the raven-haired beauty, her mouth full of Dan's cock, and unable to speak, merely wiggled her naked buttocks back at the newcomer.
"You can fuck her from behind, Len," the thin, hard-muscled man said between grunting laughs, and Cathy felt her nerves shrilly jangling with excitement as she realized what the man on the table meant by his statement.
The stocky standing man, Len, laughed in answer and moved to the head end of the table where several bottles of liquor were placed. The young brunette was horrified to see Helen lifting her buttocks higher and spreading her legs wide apart in a wanton gesture of willing acquiescence. She was still kneeling on the bench, the fully rounded globes of her buttocks like twin moons above her firm white thighs, and her back sloped slightly downward as she leaned over the table sucking hungrily on Dan's long hard cock.
Len picked up a bottle of bourbon and returned with it to stand once again behind Helen's voluptuously wiggling backside. He uncapped the bottle, and laughing loudly, poured some of the contents over Helen's sloping back. Cathy held back a vocal cry of surprise as she watched the liquor trickle down the hollow formed by the woman's spine to finally run between the deep shadowy crevice dividing her buttocks' cheeks. But Helen moaned pleasurably around the thick cock in her mouth, and Ray, laughing excitedly, poured even more of the liquor over her obscenely writhing buttocks and loins.
Cathy trembled with disbelief, unable to understand how Cynthia's glamorous mother could permit such a debasing act to be performed on her body, but in another moment her nerves tingled with renewed excitement as she saw what Len intended to do. Turning his back to Helen, he knelt down on the ground and leaned over backwards until his head was up between her widespread thighs, and with mouth open, he licked the amber drops of liquor that was clinging to her soft dark pubic hair.
My God, he's going to lick her. . . there! Cathy thought as she stared at the trio of naked people. She couldn't believe that it was happening and making her own body burn with extraordinary intensity.
Len didn't have to raise his head to continue, as Helen spread her knees out wider until his open mouth was pressed tight up into the soft flesh of her passion-moistened cunt. With the first touch of his hot lips against her tender cuntal flesh, she moaned like a banshee around the cock fucking up into her widely ovaled mouth. Immediately, Len's moistly quivering tongue flicked out into the perfumed pussy flesh as his arms snaked around her firm white thighs pulling her pussy tighter still into his eager face. His fingers dug into the soft crevice of her smooth rounded buttocks, spreading the twin cheeks wide apart so to gain better access for his hungrily probing tongue.
Cathy felt a wanton shudder run up her spine as the tiny ring of Helen's little brown anus was abruptly exposed to her view. She could even see the dark pink ridge of rubbery flesh expanding and contracting in the light from the fire. Below it, she could see the man's wetly glistening tongue smacking up into the pink furrow of the hotly quivering vagina. Suddenly it disappeared completely into the moistly clasping opening, driving deep into the raven-haired woman's hot little cunt. Cathy was so caught-up in the bizarre scene that she thought she, too, could feel the heated tongue slicing up between her own inner thighs licking its hot way deep into her cunt. Abruptly, their perverted lust began to take hold of her body also ... and she realized she was thankful for being hidden from their view, as an uncontrollable desire to touch her own body dominated her thoughts.
The dull burning sensation in the pit of her belly had become a raging flame of lusting need, and she opened the front of her coat, taking the hem of her dress to raise it up until it was gathered like an accordion above her large, pointed breasts. With both hands, she lifted her brassiere up over the jutting mounds of flesh to cup them and pinch the tinglingly erect nipples between thumbs and forefingers. Not once did she take her eyes off the lewd sexual scene on the table in the clearing.
Helen's head was bobbing up and down more rapidly now, her mouth moving almost too fast to see along the glistening, hard cock in ever swifter strokes as she sensually swung her fully-fleshed buttocks in circles over the wetly probing tongue. Len was driving his tongue up into the moist channel of her hotly clasping pussy like a starving kitten lapping milk, and his fingers began probing into the tightly clenched little ring of flesh guarding the entrance to her nakedly exposed rectum. Cynthia's shamelessly aroused mother wiggled her buttocks back against his fingers as if wanting to take them inside, and obeying her unspoken request, Len suddenly plunged his long, outstretched middle finger deep up into the smooth rubbery depths of her waiting ass-hole.
Paul's young aunt, eyes glazed over with lust, watched as his finger drove up to the second knuckle and began immediately to fuck in and out, sawing a counter rhythm to his flicking tongue. The sight sent chills of pained excitement streaking through her own rectum, tingling like the fire in her loins and she released one hand-hold of her breast to push the band of her white little nylon panties down over her ripely flaring hips. Once the flimsy material was gathered at her knees, she kicked her legs out, anxious to have the panties all the way off. She wanted complete freedom of movement with her legs, and she spread them wide apart, leaving her desire-inflamed pussy completely accessible.
She hesitated a moment, a familiar tinge of guilt crossing her consciousness for an instant, but she was already beyond the point of self-control. Eagerly, trembling with a fiery need, she ran her hand up between her thighs until her fingers were pressing into the soft folds of her moistly heated vagina. The silken pubic hairs were wet with her lubricating fluid, and the swelling mound of cuntal flesh pulsed hotly beneath the pressure of her hand. Her fingers brushed electrically over the tiny hardened tip of her clitoris, and she gasped at the unexpected shock the contact brought. It was overpowering, and the guilt that flickered through her conscience was overcome by the agonized, terrible frustration of her need.
The sexual scene on the camp table was coming to a head, their combined motions and groans of pleasure permeating the night air, and
Cathy, though apart from them, was also feeling the power of their sexual energy. It surely had to reach climax soon, or so Cathy thought, and she too wanted to feel the exquisite heights of orgasm. But then, the scene before her was suddenly changing, as Len, the man oral fucking Helen Rand's naked vagina, stopped his tonguing action and stood up.
Paul's aunt remained still for a moment, fearing possible discovery, and she wondered what bizarre act Len was going to perform next on the sensuously kneeling woman. He was stroking his hugely erect cock, each motion making the glowing purple head swell out even bigger, and Cathy shuddered, realizing he was pointing it directly at Helen's expectantly grinding ass-cheeks. Was he going to fuck her from behind, like an animal? Cathy didn't know what to expect, but she saw that Cynthia's mother had slowed up her sucking and bobbing over the other man's cock. It was as if she was waiting for Len to get himself ready, and to Cathy it seemed to take forever ... while, in fact, he was behind her only a few seconds.
Len casually dug his fingers into the soft, smooth crevice dividing Helen's firm rounded ass-cheeks, and he spread them wide apart to expose her anus once again. The shapely young aunt had seen him working his fingers in and out of Helen's tightly puckered little rectum, and that had been arousing in itself, but suddenly Len's new intentions were very, very clear. His great thick penis was headed directly for the tiny crinkled ring of her anus! That little orifice was stretched wide open, quivering in eager anticipation between the distended cheeks of her full buttocks. Without having stopped for a moment in her mouth-fucking of the man behind her halfway.
Cathy was horrified, frozen with excited fear as she watched him move his long, wildly throbbing penis up between the raven-haired woman's wide spread buttocks. She didn't believe it was possible! Helen certainly couldn't take such a huge pole into her rectum that way without being torn in half! But even as Paul's young aunt stared in disbelief, the naked Mrs. Rand raised her head up from the thick, wetly glistening cock in her mouth, gasping out in staccato rhythm the words that Cathy was astonished to hear.
"Hurry ... fuck ... my ... ass-hole! Let's all ... cum ... together..."
Cathy's mind was spinning with unbelieving confusion as the words echoed through the still night air. Nobody could perform such an inhuman, animalistic act, yet Helen was actually begging for it! Suddenly, Len was shuffling forward, the blunt head of his penis madly pulsating as he placed it against the tight little mouth of her anus, and she wiggled back against it as though hungry to have it ripping deep up into her lust-crazed body. The man named Len let the swollen, blood-filled head rest there for a moment, a deep purple and angrily throbbing knob between her gleaming white ass-cheeks. He was breathing hard now, his whole body nakedly trembling with vile excitement, but he held back either to torment Helen as she subjugated herself before him, or to savor the thrill of her heated flesh expanding against the throbbing end of his long, hard cock. Dan, on the table, was just staring up at them, a lewd grin of aroused passion op his face, and Cathy thought he too was anxious to see the perverted sodomizing of Cynthia's mother's anus.
"Shove ... cock ... in ... my ... ass-hole!" Helen Rand chanted around the lust-swollen penis in her mouth. She was squirming in her bent-over position, trying desperately to wiggle her fleshy buttocks back onto the long cock poised against her hotly clenching little anus. Len was holding her hips firmly with both hands, and he responded to her request with cruel and sudden violence. Helen would have been sent sprawling across the table if Len hadn't held on to her, and Cathy involuntarily cried out loud as she watched the thick blunted head of his wildly-throbbing penis plow with terrifying force up into the narrow channel of the attractive raven-haired woman's rectum.
"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh!" Helen grunted around the thick rod of pulsating flesh in her mouth, and she began bobbing rapidly up and down over Dan's cock as if giving positive approval to this brutal assault on her anus. Her muffled cry was loud enough to drown out Cathy's vocal groan, and they both grunted again as Len thrust more of his thickly throbbing shaft up into the soft, screaming funnel of hotly wanting anal flesh kneeling before him.
With terrified amazement, Cathy watched as the huge, blood-filled cock slowly disappeared up into the tightly clasping passage, stretching it impossibly wide as inch by inch it disappeared inside the elastic-like ring of rubbery flesh. He drove it into Cynthia's mother's lewdly upraised rectum its full length, deeper and deeper until his groin was pressing hard against the wantonly spread cheeks of her buttocks, and then he withdrew, faster, and began sawing in and out of her heated rectal depths, his pubic hair matting down and springing loose each time he fucked against her defenselessly upturned ass-cheeks. His semen-laden balls swung forward with such force they made a loud noise slapping against her moistly trembling vagina, and the sound reminded Cathy of her own passion-soaked cunt. The man fucked into the tightly locked little anus like a madman, and Helen's head bounced up and down, her expression one of such lusting ecstasy that Cathy was filled with reluctant awe. Stretched out on the table top, Dan was still leering with a fixed, cruel smile, but he began to drive his wetly glistening cock up into the hungry depths of Cynthia's mother's madly sucking throat with harder and harder lunges. Cathy tried to close her eyes, to block out the wildly depraved triple coupling, as she was shocked by the unwanted reaction that came from her own burning belly.
She began to shake violently as she listened to Dan's obscene shouts for Helen to "suck harder, you beautiful bitch. Suck harder!" his lust-glazed eyes stared at the unnatural coupling of Len's cock in Helen's rectum, and he shouted his encouragement as if he could no longer hold back his orgasm.
"Harder ... Faster ... Fuck her harder ... Oh, God, suck it baby! Suck it!"
It was crazy, a momentary weakness, but Cathy knew she desperately wanted to feel a man's penis inside her not "wanted," but needed, and had to have. The fire in her wickedly pulsating vagina was raging out of control, and the lewd groans and cries of pleasure coming from the table in the clearing were torturing her, as Helen Rand kept grunting out her wildly rising lust and the men answered with obscene groans and powerful inward thrusts into her nakedly voluptuous body. Cathy became lost in her own passionate daze as she listened to the obscene sounds of the three people, and she lay back on the ground, her coat beneath her, ready to surrender to the heated desire consuming her love-starved body. The hand she'd placed between her thighs had stopped its desperate clawing as aroused anguished passion took final control of her mind. She lifted her long shapely legs up, and bent and unbent them, the knees rising and falling as her hips slowly writhed. Her cool fingertips stroked the softly moist inner lips of her quivering vagina, spreading the hot flesh gently apart and caressing the smooth slipperiness of the center of her helplessly growing passion center.
Her frantic hand at her breast kneaded the straining mounds eagerly, strumming the nipples to erect little peaks. Simply touching them sent thrills of wildly sensuous pleasure coursing through her lust-inflamed body. And slowly, imperceptibly, she sank into pure erotic feeling, only dimly aware of the heated moans and cries from a few feet distant. Her mind's eye. was filled with the obscene imagery of those three lusting bodies nearby, and all the sensual visions tumbled about her head and whipped her passion to a steadily increasing tempo. Dan's thick cock fucking into Cynthia's mother's gluttonous mouth; she sucking greedily while Len poured liquor over her ripely gleaming loins and then tongue-tucked her cunt and thrust his finger up into her tiny anus, preparing her for the greater entry. In her mind, she saw it all again like an exciting movie seen twice: Len, standing behind Helen's licentiously wiggling buttocks ... and then, finally, his wildly throbbing cock bucking forward and skewering deep up into her puckered little ass-hole, not stopping until it was buried far up in the depths of her gratefully accepting rectum. It was in Cathy's mind, all of it, indelibly there ... tormenting her ... making her want to rip away her offending clothing and run nakedly out into the clearing and shout, "Fuck me too! Oh God. fuck me everywhere too!! ! "
Her loins were on fire like never before in her life as the pulsating rhythm beating up between her thighs became a drumbeat of exquisite wet sensitivity. All of her consciousness was focused on satisfying her one overwhelming need, and with a groan she plunged her outstretched middle finger deep inside the viscous, moistened mouth of her hungrily pulsating pussy ... Cathy had no other choice, for the passion of the three people had reached out and was holding her as if it were a magnetic force, making her do to herself what she desperately wanted to have done to her by someone else. The momentary tight resistance of her fluttering vaginal passage slowly gave way to the warming motions of her fingers, and the warm wet walls contracted hungrily around her long extended finger as it slipped smoothly into her tight, pink contracting cunt. She drew her knees up and scissored her long legs wide open as her hips arched up sharply, moving rhythmically up and down to the motion of her long gliding finger driving in and out of her moistly clasping cunt.
"Aaaaaaggggghhhhhh! Ooooooohhh!" A gasping and muffled shrill cry echoed into the still night air from the direction of the clearing, but the sounds were barely heard by Cathy. She was totally wrapped up in finger-fucking her own hungry cunt, and the rhythm of her plunging finger was rapidly gaining momentum. The tight clasping walls of her vaginal passage sucked and pulled at the finger with greater and stronger urgency until her whole lust-crazed body was writhing in a wild display of explosive sexual gratification. After all of the erotic stimulations she had been subjected to during the long night, it didn't take her much time to reach the final height of excruciating passion.
Every muscle in her body was seized by a quivering tautness as she hung for a moment of time on the edge of release. She was near so very near the mysteriously building peak that she sought but one finger in her hotly pulsating little cunt simply wasn't enough. She inserted another to join the first, fucking and grinding, pumping her ripely fleshed hips up and down as she strained for the elusive orgasm. Suddenly, she was seeing Len's wildly throbbing cock once again in Helen's ass-hole, the thick fleshy cudgel stretching wide the narrow passage as it drove with terrifying speed into the very depths of her rectum. That was what she needed, Cathy thought, and she removed her hand from the soft firmness of her breast, moving her long fingers rapidly down to the warm crevice that divided her smoothly rounded buttocks.
Groping into the hairless valley, she aimed for and found the tight rubbery mouth of her anus and, carefully placing her forefinger against the puckered little hole, she wormed the tip inside. As it pushed through the tight resistance, she tensed from the abrupt and unexpected flash of heated pain, but she ignored it in her desperate attempt to achieve an orgasm. She shoved her finger up to the first knuckle, the hot sphincter muscles of her anal passage grabbing her finger like an angry serpent's mouth. Gasping aloud, she plunged her finger again down into the tight passage until she could shove it no further.
Her two hands moved in unison as they each worked frantically in their respective holes, one driving wetly down into the heatedly clasping depths of her cunt, while the other countered with a lunge into her tight little rectum. She thrust them both in and out with an urgency born of frantic need, her legs kicking up and back as she arched her hotly undulating buttocks into the air again and again. Oh God, she thought, and she bucked once, twice, slicing her fingers up into her belly as the sensation of waters bursting over a dam flooded her passion-drenched body ... and then she was cumming!
"Uuuuuugghhhh." She was held by a prolonged spasm of rippling joy that jolted and surged through her. She wanted to scream out her sudden delight as her madly twittering cunt contracted again and again around her deeply embedded fingers, and the hot wetness oozed slowly out of her still hungrily squeezing vagina. Her long tapered legs trembled, thighs shaking as she fought to contain and prolong the beautiful climax, and she jerked up against her deeply buried fingers as pearl-like droplets of her solitary-lonely-cum ran hotly down the crevice of her buttocks.
The chic brunette secretary had reached an orgasm, though it had not been what she expected. The tremors in her belly quickly subsided, and she lay back against the soft green grass, her young body exhausted and spent. For a long moment she kept her fingers buried inside her body as the last traces of her climax ran thickly onto her coat beneath her buttocks. Then, slowly, savoring each millimeter of her long fingers, she pulled them from her cunt and anus with regret.
Oh, God, Cathy thought. What have I done? Remembering where she was and aware of the fact that she might have groaned out loud, she sat bolt upright, her eyes searching for Helen and the two men. She felt momentary relief as she saw they were not at the table, but then, in the darkness beyond, she saw the faint whiteness of naked people on the far side of the tent.
Jumping up quickly, she steadied herself against a tree as she waited for strength to return to her legs; after a second she started to walk away from the campsite, almost forgetting the panties she'd left on the ground. She picked them up, stuffing them in her coat pocket to not waste any time getting away from the place, and she moved fast despite the darkness, as she could imagine nothing more humiliating now than being discovered.
She didn't have time to give any thought to what she had just done, as she had to be careful while moving toward the trail down the slope, knowing there was also the danger of running into Paul and Cynthia. If they were approaching, she counted on seeing their flashlight first and then quickly hiding off the trail, but she made it down the angular trail without ever seeing even a sign of them.
The attractive young aunt felt twice, avoiding injury both times but ending up with smudges of dirt on her face and coat. Soon she was walking across the bridge; only then, able to think clearly for the first time, she realized that her disheveled appearance could serve as an excuse for her absence from the cabin should Paul be there when she returned. She decided to tell him she had gone for a walk, in the opposite direction of the Rand's campsite, and that she had become lost, thereby taking so long to return. It sounded feasible and something like that was necessary if she was not to fall completely apart, admitting to Paul that she had seen him and Cynthia.
When she was within sight of the cabin, Cathy paused to pull her coat tightly around her, then she messed up her hair a bit more. The cabin looked very much the same as when she had left it that seemed so long in the past and taking a deep breath, she went inside.
"Paul?" There was no answer. The fire she had lit earlier was almost out, and she walked straight into the kitchen, expecting to find some sign of her nephew having been there. Nothing was disturbed, and the young aunt again started to worry about the boy. She was horrified by the thought of Paul and Cynthia returning to the campsite and perhaps seen joining Helen Rand and those two men in some debasing and vile sexual act.
Unsure of what she should do, Cathy returned to the living room half panic-struck with fear, but her fright subsided when she saw the white paper left on the portable bed. She quickly picked up the letter, her eyes scanning over the neat, orderly printing to the signature at the bottom. It was a note from Paul.
Aunt Cathy ... Stupid me ... I went off without the flash-light, so Cynthia walked back with me. . . Surprised not to find you here, but can hardly blame you for not waiting dinner. We decided to go over to the recreation lodge to see what's happening, so don't wait up ... I took the flash-light from the car, so Cynthia won't have to walk back to her camp alone ... Sorry again for being so late, Love Paul.
Cathy was relieved to know that Paul was not going back to the Rand's camp immediately and, in spite of everything else that had happened, she couldn't be angry with him. She actually felt proud that he hadn't made up some falsehood as an excuse for being late, but instead just chose to give no reason at all. Naturally he couldn't just say he was busy fucking his girl-friend, Cynthia!
She sat down on the portable bed, suddenly feeling weary and afraid. Her whole world had become disrupted in the space of a couple of hours, and she knew that things could never be the same again. Her nephew was far more adult than she would ever have guessed, and he was probably more experienced sexually than she. Cathy thought she should be jealous of Cynthia, but she also felt that she herself was responsible for Paul's sexual encounter in that she had never really given him guidance. Neither did she know which was worse: her staying to watch her nephew and his brown-haired girl-friend, or remaining at the Rand's campsite until she had lost control herself. It was all too confusing, too recent, and she was too exhausted to think about it then.
Taking the note from Paul with her, Cathy walked to the bedroom, trying to put the evening's event out of her mind. She would have to look at her nephew differently from now on, but that went for his sensuous girl-friend and her wanton mother too. She had asked Paul to tell Helen that she would visit her in the morning, and considering all that she had seen. Cathy wondered it she could ever face the Rand woman again without blushing from embarrassment.
Taking her panties out of her coat pocket and tossing them on the bed, she removed her coat and dress and hung both up in the closet. She made a mental note to remember to wash out the little white stain on the coat lining, then closed the closet door, not wanting to think about it anymore that evening. Taking off her brassiere and throwing it haphazardly on the bed with her panties, she then walked into the bedroom and washed her face and combed her hair without looking at her reflection in the mirror. She couldn't face herself, not then at least. Slipping into her nightgown, she turned off the lamp and got into the bed. Sleep came quickly, but her dreams were filled with erotically disturbing images of herself. And to her horror, she found herself doing with her mouth what Helen Rand had done that night and liking it ... Only the man fucking up between her lips the man whose cock she was eagerly sucking was her own nephew: Paul!
CHAPTER FIVE
A light rain had fallen during early morning, causing a hazy mist to settle over the Blue Ridge Mountains. And as the sun remained hidden behind the high misty screen, Cathy's depression had gotten steadily worse. She had slept late, staying in bed as long as possible without arousing suspicion; yet she still had to face her nephew, so had feigned a headache to hide her uneasiness.
She had kept conversation to a minimum, and Paul had been sympathetic, promising to stay out of her way if that would help. Her ploy had worked, and she was able to get Paul to deliver a new message to Helen Rand. She was to spend the day resting, and if Helen had no other plans that evening, she would be glad to visit with her then. Paul's aunt had reasoned that she would have the day to pull herself together, although it didn't quite work out that way.
It was four in the afternoon, and Cathy was making her third pot of coffee when Paul came back to the cabin with Cynthia. She was in the kitchen and didn't hear them come in at first.
"Aunt Cathy? ... Oh, there you are!"
"Hi..." Cathy felt her face heat up and redden with embarrassment. "Hello, Cynthia." She hadn't expected Paul to bring the Rand girl with him, and she felt it impossible to conceal her uneasiness.
"Hi, Miss Rogers. Are you feeling better?" Cynthia said, a tone of real concern in her voice.
"Yes, thank you," Cathy answered as she, turned away, diverting her attention to the coffee pot. Why had her nephew brought his girlfriend? Were they planning to stay? She wanted so much to be left alone, to escape the terrible thoughts that had been plaguing her all day. "I'm making some coffee ... Do you want some?" She could think of nothing else to say.
"If it's all right with you, we're going out, Aunt Cynthia," Paul answered. "We wanted to stop by and see how you're getting along ... and, well..." He stopped, looking to his girlfriend for the rest.
"I'm just fine, Paul. Don't let my silly headache spoil your weekend!" Cathy was serious, and she felt bad enough for having to lie. She did want her nephew to have a good time, even if it involved sex with Cynthia. It was too late to undo that!
Paul started again, "Oh, about Mrs. Rand ... I gave her your message, and she said she was very anxious to see you. She's coming here at six ... Said she wanted to take you out to dinner ... if you're up to it..." There was more, but he would let that wait for Helen Rand to tell the rest.
"Mom said she knows just the thing for your headache, Miss Rogers," Cynthia jumped in, a pert smile on her pretty face. Then she nudged Paul, indicating they should go.
"That's sweet of her to be so concerned ... Paul, I think you must have made too much out of nothing. My headache is practically gone, really!" She wanted to dismiss the idea that she needed care, but there was obviously no point in making excuses to the young couple. She would find a way of declining dinner with Helen later.
Cathy poured out a cup of coffee for herself and, holding it like a prop in front of her, she motioned with her other hand toward the front door. "You two go on and have a good time ... And stop worrying about me." She hoped her performance was convincing, that they couldn't see through her and know what was really troubling her mind.
"O.K., Aunt Cathy," Paul said as he took Cynthia by the arm, leading her toward the front door. "Mrs. Rand will be here in a couple of hours ... You've been alone long enough today," he added, sounding more like a parent than a nephew.
"Nice seeing you again, Miss Rogers," Cynthia said at the door, and she hurried out in front of Paul.
"See you, Aunt Cathy."
His aunt waved and watched Paul close the door behind him, her mind once again re-playing the scene she had witnessed between him and Helen's daughter. Yet, it didn't trouble her nearly as much as what had followed, and she wondered if she was making more out of it than she should.
She had known from the first day she had met Helen that the Rand woman was different in her attitudes than herself. So seeing her in such a compromising position last night really shouldn't have been that surprising, but Cathy didn't want to face the simple fact that it wasn't Helen's performance that bothered her. It was what she herself had done, staying there in the woods and watching the lewd sex act until her own body had become like that of a wanton whore. It wasn't so much Helen she found difficult to face; it was herself.
To make matters worse, from the moment she had awakened that morning, she was unable to control a demanding itch a heated need for sexual release in her groin; and it was this failure of mind over body that had made her depressed. She had wanted to pull her panties aside and finger-fuck her penis-hungry vagina as she had done the night before; and it had taken all of her willpower all day long to keep from succumbing to the urge. She almost believed that Helen's presence that evening would be a relief, and going out to dinner with her might actually be good.
Cathy sat down and sipped her coffee, forcing herself not to look at her watch. The time was moving too slowly, had been all day, and checking the time every few minutes didn't help. She thought to make the day go faster by thinking up excuses for declining Cynthia's mother's invitation out to dinner, but in the back of her mind she actually was talking herself into going. Maybe she could even get into a serious discussion with Helen, confide in her, and get some of the answers she wanted to hear? The older, more experienced woman might tell her she had no reason to be afraid of men, that men were not the brutes that she believed them to be ... And yet ... thinking about the two men with Helen, Cathy knew they had to be animals. And she was not that kind of person, she was not the type who would enjoy being raped by a drunken ass, or take pleasure out of lewd and indecent acts! Or was she?
Gulping down the remainder of her coffee, Cathy looked at her watch knowing she dared not sit and think another moment. It was becoming a losing battle, and she would simply have to put it out of her mind. It was four-thirty, which left her an hour and a half to get ready before Helen was due. The way she felt, that really wasn't much time.
Getting up, she went into the bedroom, wondering what to wear for the evening. She had no idea what kind of dress was required in a tourist area like Shenandoah National Park, nor for that matter what kind of restaurant Helen had in mind. She decided she would simply have to wear the nicest thing she brought, a cocktail dress; and if that was too dressy, then it would be easy to change after Cynthia's mother arrived.
She took the dress out of the closet and then began taking off her clothes, stripping in a hurry. When she nakedly walked into the bathroom and reached into the shower stall to turn on the water, Cathy caught a momentary glimpse of her reflection in the mirror out of the corner of her eye. Automatically, the young mother began wondering how her body might compare with Helen's; and, at that moment, her curiosity won out. It shamed her to admit it, but the voluptuous ripeness she saw reflected in the mirror made her feel very proud, for she had a far better figure than Helen. Was that possible?
She studied the image before her. Yes, it was true! There was a sensual softness to the rounding of her curves and her breasts were like two ripe melons seen in the moonlight. Her stomach was firm and her waist small. Her buttocks jutted out in two rounded identical moons and her stomach, seen in the mirror, swooped down to her sparse, light brown pubic hair was was wispy and soft.
Her thighs and legs were perfect, like the shapely legs of a glamorous Las Vegas showgirl. Naked, she was sexy and desirable, there was no question about it! Her face? And eyes? She turned away from the mirror, damning herself for the carnal thoughts that streamed uncontrollably through her brain. What had gotten into her?
Steam was rising from the shower stall, and she reached in, turning the cold water faucet to adjust the temperature to a cooler level than she normally set. She had to do something about her thoughts, and a cold shower was one possible solution. But it didn't help, as the touch of the needle-like spray against her naked body seemed like a thousand tiny fingers stimulating her nerves. And for the hundredth time that day, she thought about Helen Rand, bending nakedly over the table, legs so wide apart, with that man, Len, wetly licking his long tongue around and up inside her pinkly quivering cunt. Cathy wanted to touch herself and think about how his tongue would feel swirling around deep up inside her own nakedly spread pussy.
"God!" she yelled out loud. She made the water colder still and hurried to wash herself, but despite the coolness of the water, she was perspiring when she stepped out of the shower.
She toweled herself vigorously, then ran into the bedroom to get dressed, and while she pulled on her clothes and brushed her hair and put on a touch of make-up, she gave serious thought to her earlier idea. Maybe, if she had a couple of drinks to loosen her up, perhaps she could find the courage to talk to Helen about her problem. She would have to be careful not to give herself away, but she thought there was a chance that the older and more experienced woman would somehow be understanding. And at the very least, Cathy needed some excuse to justify and retrench the feelings she'd kept for so many years. A talk with Helen should reaffirm her own opinion of men; that they are nothing more than brutes and animals, out to humiliate and debase women. When the chic young aunt sat down in the living room twenty minutes later to await Helen Rand's arrival, she didn't even consider the possibility that a talk could have the opposite effect ... and prove her long-cherished opinions wrong horribly wrong.
CHAPTER SIX
The knock startled Cathy out of her daydreams, and she jumped up from her chair to hurry to the door. She hadn't noticed that it was dark outside, and she felt like a fool when she opened the door to see Helen Rand standing there in the dark. She immediately switched on the light.
"Goodness, I wasn't watching the time ... Please come in," Cathy said sheepishly, completely forgetting about the raven-haired beauty's wanton activities by the firelight last night.
"It does get dark early here ... How are you, dear?" Cynthia's mother said in response. Her tone was friendly, almost too much so, and Cathy saw that she was smiling as she stepped into the room.
"I'm fine, thank you," Paul's young aunt answered, forgetting also that she was supposed to have a headache.
"The children didn't forget to tell you I was coming? A night out can do wonders for a headache..." Helen eyed her friend's outfit, aware that she had taken some time to get ready. She was pleased that she wouldn't have to sell Paul's aunt on going out with her, as it was obvious she was dressed to go. "Your dress is just perfect for Drake Allen's place."
"Well, I really didn't know what to wear, but the choice was easy. This is the only dressy outfit I brought," Cathy smiled, assuming Drake Allen's place was a Shenandoah restaurant. She purposely ignored the comment about her headache as Helen didn't seem to want or need an explanation anyway. And keeping the conversation on clothes was a means of preventing it coming up again. The other woman kept her coat on, but it was open in the front, enough so that Cathy could see the type of dress she was wearing. It appeared to be quite revealing and a bit too sexy for just going out to a restaurant, but she figured that was simply the way Cynthia's mother was always dressed at night.
"I'll get my coat and we can go," Cathy said, walking into the bedroom, again reminded of how she had used her coat when watching Helen and the two men. She made a mental note to be careful about everything she mentioned that evening, as a slip of the tongue could give her away. I'd just die if she knew I had been watching her being fucked at the same time by those two naked men!
Coat on, Cathy returned to the living room and smiled at the mother of her nephew's girlfriend. "I sure do appreciate your invitation, Helen ... It'll be good to get out this evening."
"It's something we should have done ages ago ... Strange that we have to come all the way up here before getting together for an evening." Of course, she never would have considered taking Cathy Rogers to such a party if her daughter hadn't suggested it. Cynthia thought Paul's aunt needed loosening up, and if that didn't happen at Dunbar's place, nothing would ever help her.
"All set," Cathy announced as she turned off all but one light in the living room. Helen had left her car down by the camp manager's office and the two well-dressed young women walked together in silence, Cathy pulling her coat around her while Helen let her wrap hang open.
Once in the car, Helen drove up to the Skyline Drive highway and headed north. About five miles later she turned right onto a narrow asphalt road that wound down the mountains, down past the dense oak forest. After twenty more minutes of driving, as the land became less mountainous, Cathy observed several private homes surrounded by large parcels of property, and she couldn't help thinking how nice it would be to own such places. It was the privacy to each that appealed to her most. They stayed on the road for another five minutes before Helen finally turned in past large stone stanchions, onto a private drive. Cathy wondered just where they were going, as from the entrance to the property she couldn't see any sign of a building or structure of any kind. And she believed but she wasn't quite sure-that they had left Shenandoah National Park.
"This is Allen's place." Helen abruptly announced, gesturing ahead with her hand.
"My, it's certainly off the beaten path," Cathy commented, and she was thinking it had to be very special to get people to come such a distance. "How much property do they have here?" she questioned, wanting to make small talk.
"It's quite extensive ... You should really see it in the daylight. A small river runs right behind the place!" Helen said, but she was laughing to herself, sure that after that evening Paul's aunt would only be interested in other things.
Cathy stared ahead into the darkness beyond the headlights of the car, and for several minutes she saw nothing. But then, as if suddenly looming up before her, there were lighted windows like iridescent squares among the trees. In another moment, they were in an area where several others were parked. The glamorous advertising girl pulled up and stopped next to an expensive foreign sports car. Cathy immediately assumed that the restaurant had to be quite expensive too.
"Well, I certainly am amazed. I never would have found this place on my own," the shapely brown-haired secretary said as she got out of the car.
"We are here by special invitation, Cathy ... And I think you'll find it fun." Cynthia's voluptuous mother smiled and led the way to the front door of the large, modernistic house.
"Do you mean it's a private club?" she questioned, surprised by her friend's statement.
"Club? You must be confused ... This is a private home," Helen explained, even though she had known all along that Cathy had been thinking they were going to a restaurant. "This is Drake Allen's place ... his home!"
"Oh. I thought it was a restaurant!" she muttered in surprise.
Her eyes scanned over the building and grounds, taking in all she could see in the darkness, and it was apparent that the place belonged to an extremely wealthy man. She had no idea of what to expect inside, but the fact of being around the rich made her nervous. She wasn't sure she would know how to act in the midst of such wealth. And worse, with Cynthia's mother present there was always the chance of something bizarre and unusual happening. But she couldn't leave, at least not right then.
Cathy laughed artificially. "I really thought this place was a restaurant!" She didn't want her friend to think her foolish and awkwardly shy. but she knew it must be written all over her face.
"You mean Paul and Cynthia didn't tell you it was a party?" Helen said, though she knew they hadn't.
"No ... I guess they forgot...."
"Well, believe me, the food here is far superior to any restaurant in the area," Helen added, as if to imply that Cathy's concern was for the quality of the place. Her comment embarrassed the young aunt, and that was exactly the effect she wanted. She stepped up to the door and rang the bell before anything else could be said.
For Cathy, it seemed to take forever for someone to come to the door; but in fact, the door opened a few seconds later. Standing in the doorway was a tall, rather handsome man. Cathy was instantly reminded of the typical rich playboy. His hair was blonde and shortly trimmed, his features sharply defined and evenly tanned, but it was his eyes that caught her attention first. They were like deep blue liquid pools, large and mysterious, and she felt he was able to look right through her.
"Ah, at last my special guests arrive," the man said, his voice deep-toned and masculine. "Helen, my dear, it's good to see you again."
Cathy tried to maintain her composure as the tall muscular man warmly kissed Cynthia's mother on the lips and then a second later turned to face her. His physical presence seemed to reach out and engulf her completely.
"This is Cathy Rogers, the one I told you about," Helen said, and then to Cathy, "Your host."
"Thank you for inviting us, Mr...." She wondered about his last name.
"Allen! But please call me Drake," he answered, taking her hand in his.
Cathy was confused, and it showed. Was his name Drake or Allen? she wondered. The explanation came before she could ask.
"Everyone calls this shack Allen's place ... My name is Drake Allen," he said, a broad smile spreading across his face.
"I see," Cathy said in a soft voice. She wasn't sure what to make of the man standing before her, but his smile was so pleasant and reassuring that her nervousness went away. When he turned his attention back to Helen, Cathy couldn't help looking him over. He was wearing a colorful, loose-fitting shirt and dark slacks, a casual outfit that somehow looked very, very expensive on him. She guessed him to be about forty, as there was a hint of gray in his sideburns.
"Everyone seems to have gathered in the game room," Drake said, his wink to Helen going unseen by Paul's aunt. "Please follow me. ladies," he added, and he offered an arm to each of them.
Cathy couldn't help being impressed by his suave manner, and she put her arm in his, anxious to see more of the large house. Every room was wood paneled, some in different shades than others, and the ceiling seemed to vault into the sky, standing at the top of round wood pillars. He led them through the two-storied living room, and to one side was a wide stairway that led below. It was then that Cathy realized the living room stood at least one story above the back of the house, and as she walked down the stairs, she saw before her a long room that appeared crowded with people. It was lit only by candles, so it was hard to tell just how many people there were, but the room was obviously built for just such a gathering. To one side were floor to ceiling windows, and outside was a balcony running the length of the room. There were spotlights mounted somewhere on the house that pointed out to neatly arranged crimson azalea bushes, pink and white dogwood trees and the river. It made an impressive picture, like a setting that Cathy had seen before in movies. Scattered about the dark wood paneled room were couches and overstuffed chairs, and here and there were large pillows thrown down on the carpeted floor. Some of the people were standing, others sitting, and some were even lounging on the pillows. It could have appeared a typical party, but Cathy became nervous again as she realized the people were all talking quietly, almost in a whisper. Ordinarily she would have expected such a crowd to be boisterous.
Drake led them across the long room, some of the people greeting Helen as they walked, but Cathy paid little attention to them as she was more concerned about the intimate way Drake
Allen held her arm. It almost seemed as if he was being intimate, though he was only touching her arm. She tried to put it out of her mind, believing it to be her imagination, and forced herself to study the layout more closely. Halfway in the room, on the wall opposite the windows, was a large natural stone fireplace, a fire blazing brightly to add to the effect of the candles. Though the room was large, Cathy realized it felt intimate simply because of the artistic lighting and she found this discovery to be interesting. Moments later, she found herself standing in front of a bar.
"This is an important part of this room," Drake said, and the shapely young woman realized he had been talking the whole time they walked through the house. He had been pointing things out, but she had been too engrossed in looking to really hear. The tall blonde host went on, pointing to a buffet covered with exotic looking food. "Over there the tidbits and morsels of palatable pleasure, and here," he added motioning to the white jacketed young Filipino behind the bar, "Here you may quench your thirst."
"You have a beautiful home," Cathy said nodding to her host. She was flattered by the extravagant manner of Drake Allen to someone he had just met. She was, after all, only a secretary, and he obviously was more monetarily powerful than even her boss, Bart Hendricks.
"You are too kind ... What may I order for you, Cathy?"
His eyes again seemed to penetrate right through her, yet in a way that was complimentary, and the young woman felt herself blushing as though embarrassed by praise. She couldn't think of how to answer him. "Whatever you suggest will be fine," she said shyly.
Drake smiled and motioned to the man behind the bar. "Manuel here makes a special drink that I am quite fond of ... He keeps the ingredients a secret, but it does contain Pernod. You know, cloudy and nice!" He held up two fingers to Manuel, "Your special, Manuel."
"Cathy dear?" It was a female voice familiar.
She had almost forgotten about Helen Rand, and she wondered how long the other woman had been calling her name. She turned to see the raven-haired woman approaching with two men on either side of her. Cathy didn't recognize them until they were a few feet away, and then she thought she might faint. It's them! The men with Helen last night. Oh my God!
"I want you to meet a couple of old friends," Helen went on quite casually. "This is Dan, and this is Len ... Cathy Rogers, boys!"
Cathy felt dizzy as she nodded to each, hoping she appeared unshaken, but she was sure her face reddened as each man eyed her openly. God, she had seen them naked and fucking Helen less than twenty-four hours earlier!
"How do you do?"
"Pleasure."
"Honored."
"I'm showing Cathy the view," Drake interjected before anymore could be said by either man. "Manuel, fix Mrs. Rand one of your specials," he added as he picked up two tall glasses from the bar.
Cathy was glad of the chance to avoid further conversation with the two men and Cynthia's mother, at least until she regained her composure, and she happily took the offered drink from Drake and put her arm on his to walk to the porch. She felt as if she were escaping from some terrible crime, and she took a sip of her drink to still her pounding heart. It wasn't until she was standing outside on the porch, with her handsome blonde host that she felt she could again speak normally, and she felt grateful to him for having saved her from possible embarrassment.
"Thank you for this," she said holding up her drink. It's really quite good. I don't usually drink, but this is mild and pleasant tasting..."
Drake had guided her to the railing at the edge of the balcony. He clicked his glass against hers and took a large sip of his drink, "There's plenty more where this came from, and you can be sure it won't hurt you..." he said, watching her gulp down nearly half her drink.
Cathy felt warm and more relaxed with each swallow of the potent mixture, and it did seem to help her get over the embarrassment of meeting the two men, Dan and Len. She stared out at the lighted trees and grounds below, listening to the sounds of the river nearby, a sound that lulled her senses, pleasantly. It was such a cool night, and yet here on Drake Allen's porch she felt warm.
"Are you sure this drink is mild?" she found herself questioning, as the first zephyrs of light-headedness rippled through her brain.
Drake laughed as if she had made some joke.
"Take off your coat ... It's not the drink, it's radiant heat out here," he said tapping his shoe on the floor of the balcony. "Tiles under the floor."
"Oh my gosh," Cathy giggled, feeling silly. She set her drink down on the railing and slipped out of her coat with Drake's help, and she still felt warm and comfortable. "That's amazing!" she added, picking up her drink again and taking another large gulp. "You have a remarkable home, Mr. Allen."
They talked, Drake mostly, about humorously unimportant things that made Cathy laugh a lot. She drank too, and each time her glass was nearly empty, the blonde host seemed to be' standing by with a fresh one. She lost count after the third drink, but then she no longer cared. The liquor, or whatever, did have an effect on her, but it came gradually, barely recognizable for what it was. She felt warmer and more aware of her own physical presence, and everything seemed all right, including the slightly off-color jokes that Drake told her. She laughed openly, surprised that she felt no embarrassment or shame, but instead, she felt a pleasant tingling in the pit of her belly, especially when he looked at her in his special way.
When they walked back inside the large room, it was darker ... the only light now coming from the fireplace. Gliding, not walking, they moved to one side where she saw Helen stretched out on a large pillow, smiling up at her. Cathy returned the smile as she, too, made herself comfortable on one of the large pillows next to Cynthia's mother. Again the young attractive aunt had a drink in her hand, and Drake was beside her, not threateningly, just there. Music was playing from somewhere, everywhere, while the room danced with the flickering light of the fire, and her young very aware body seemed to pulsate with it, the tempo increasing toward an infinite point.
"Wow!" Cathy heard herself say, and she laughed as Drake nodded in response. She sipped more of the insidious drink, her mouth feeling dry, and she looked over to where Helen was lying back on the large pillow, noting without surprise that Cynthia's mother's dress had slipped far up her thighs. Almost casually Cathy saw that she was wearing no panties; oddly enough, it seemed funny and nice at the same time. Then Len came over and said something about a movie to Drake, and everyone was smiling and nodding in anticipation. Len was gone and back again, this time settling down comfortably on the same big pillow with Helen. Cathy turned, looking away to discover that somehow a large motion picture screen had descended just before them. Other people in the room were settling down, becoming even quieter than before, and Paul's innocent young aunt drank more of the cool liquid in her glass, feeling as though she could never get enough.
Vaguely, she was aware of Drake's hand around her shoulders. It seemed innocent enough, a reminder that they were sharing some special secret, and she relaxed against his arm, convinced that she couldn't be hurt. Her senses were fine-tuned, alert and ripe for any sign of warmth and comfort, and the large pillow under her body seemed to press up into her loins making contact with the lips of her vagina through the crotch band of her sheer silken panties.
Cathy turned her head toward her handsome host, and his face was close, very close, moving like a descending sphere as his eager warm lips met her. She wanted him to kiss her, to press his mouth and tongue into her to draw out the raging heat that poured through her fiery body. It lingered, held to a boiling pitch of passion that made her mind blank out what she knew was a very real danger. His wetly quivering tongue flicked into her open mouth, touching the roof of her mouth like a hot poker, and she began sucking on it hungrily, feeling a warm inviting promise of fulfillment that she never felt in a kiss before that moment. It was good, too good, and she searched through the alcoholic haze in her mind to find reason for it all being wrong. But when the kiss ended, she felt only disappointment. He had kissed her, and she had let him. It was kindness, a secret understanding formed in the privacy of a room full of people.
Drake raised his hand as if signaling someone in the distant darkness, and almost immediately Manuel was there with fresh drinks. Drake took a sip, as did she, and he was talking to her, telling her about a film they were about to see, but that was unimportant compared with the depth of his eyes. How could she have ever been afraid of men ?
There was a sudden tenseness in the room, as if everyone was waiting anxiously for an event, and she, too, became excited ... but for what reason, she couldn't guess. Then she saw a pin-point of light across the room, and she followed the beam with her eyes to discover that the screen in front of her was brightly lit. The music that had been playing faded out, and on the screen a close shot of a beautiful young girl appeared. She was asleep in a bed, her long, blonde hair framing an attractive face against a pure white pillow. She was dreaming, as she squirmed slightly, and a low moaning sound came from her pert lips. There was the faintest hint of tiny beads of perspiration on the girl's forehead, and her eyes blinked rapidly as if she was half-asleep, half-awake.
The camera pulled back slowly to reveal a feminine bedroom, and it was apparent that the girl was sleeping with only a sheet covering her ripe young body. There were distinct impressions in the sheet outlining the firm little breasts, narrow waist and sexily curving hips. Almost imperceptively, the girl began to move her body, as if she were trying to feel the faintest weight of the sheet where it pressed against her. The camera continued pulling back until a chair beyond the bed came into view, and on it was a sleeping German Shepherd dog; the animal, too, seemed to be dreaming.
The view angle changed to the foot of the bed and closer in on the girl. Her mouth was partly open, and her pink tongue flicked out an in, moistening her lips until they glistened. She was breathing faster and faster, her chest rising and falling as her hand moved under the sheet, the impression clearly showing that she was reaching for her breasts. For a moment, her hand lingered there fondling the twin jutting mounds with obvious pleasure, and then, the heat of her body apparently stifling, she grasped the edge of the sheet, slowly pulling it down to expose her nakedly upraised breasts.
Her softly fleshed little breasts were starkly white against the sun-bronzed color of her tanned skin; the nipples brightly pink and the areolas a paler pink. Her hand moved immediately back over the nipples, rolling them into a pointed hardness. Her hips continued their grinding motion, the rhythm becoming more intense as she became more aroused. She pushed the sheet down further, first exposing her smoothly flattened belly, and then almost frantically, she kicked the sheet clear of her body. She lay with her legs apart, completely naked, and her legs scissored out wider to expose to the camera the entire length of her moistly glistening cunt and the gleaming little clitoris nestled at the top of the sparse hair-lined slit. Her hand left her breasts then, circling down over her stomach, down over the silky pubic hair, down between her firm young thighs so that the tips of her fingers revolved over her rigidly pulsating clitoris.
Cathy held her breath, trying to quiet it as she watched the scene before her. She had never in her life seen such an obscene film, and she was grateful for the near total darkness of the room. The image was penetrating her intoxicated haze, reminding her of her own wakeful dreams, and she found that she sympathized with the girl on the screen. It was as though the young girl was begging for a release she couldn't have, and Cathy too felt the tingling sensation so familiar to her. It seemed to start in her belly and slowly move down to the space between her legs until it reached her hardened clitoris. It was all she could do to keep from touching herself there, and she wiggled her buttocks back into the soft pillow, feeling the material of her dress and panties press up between her moistly parted thighs. She was hardly aware of Drake's hand as it moved over to her breast, and she made no move to stop him as she felt the tiny bud-like nipple harden under the lacy material of her brassiere. She would have to stop him, but it could wait until the delicious tingling between her legs subsided. Keeping her eyes glued to the screen, she took another sip of the pleasant tasting drink she held.
The girl in the movie twisted her naked young ass-cheeks against the mattess as though she was trying to bury herself in it, and her fingers played teasingly at the narrow slit of her wetly quivering cunt. As if being attacked by some unseen lover, sheer wanton desire took hold of her, and her hands began fluttering over her body as though they were out of control ... until they both came to rest at the "vee" of her softly rounded thighs. She groaned with the contact of her hands against her obviously aroused pussy, and she pulled her knees up, jack-knifing them back and spreading her legs even wider apart until the camera was zeroed in on the moistly glistening furrow between. Her fingertips crawled to the pink hair-covered lips and spread them slowly apart until the wetly trembling layers of cuntal flesh were fully visible, and the mouth-like orifice had opened hungrily. The half-moons of her rounded buttocks shone clearly, divided by the hot, avid crevice between them. Her tiny anus nestled mysterious and inviting below the swollen and agitated lips. The girl extended her long middle finger and, sliding it downward, she inserted it into the pinkly glistening valley, stroking the bud-like clitoris at the same time.
Her sensuous movements on the bed increased as her probing fingers worked themselves inside the blushing edges of her twittering young cunt, slowly widening the lips. She wormed her outstretched middle finger in and out smoothly between the lubricated opening as she drew her legs back up to her breasts, and her firm rounded buttocks rose and fell in response to the searching finger. The girl's facial muscles tightened as she joined still another finger with the first. Clenching her teeth, she pushed both of them into the tightly clasping pink folds. They disappeared with a soft, wet, sucking noise, and the girl purred with pleasure.
For a moment a suddenly sober Cathy considered leaving running away as she remembered what had happened to her traitorous body simply by watching Helen and the two men the previous evening, but that thought quickly faded as she took another sip of her drink. The liquid seemed to calm her mind, while her awakened young body was alive with sensations coursing through her flesh in licking flames of desire. Drake had pulled her so close against him now that she could hardly move.
When he suddenly moved his hand to the top of her dress and boldly pushed under it and her brassiere to cup her naked breast, she didn't even want to move! Small pin-pricks of delicious feeling danced over her nerves to her nipples as he maddeningly rolled the hard little bud of one breast tip between thumb and forefinger. Her emotions ran away, and what fear she might have felt earlier was simply overpowered by an ever-increasing flood of passion. She hazily snuggled back against Drake's strong arm while her eyes remained fixed on the erotic movie.
The girl in the film was possessed with a nakedly implacable lust as she writhed beneath her own driving fingers in uncontrollable passion. The steadily increasing rhythm drew loud moans of pleasure from deep in her throat as her fingers sank into the tightly clasping cuntal opening, making loud wet sucking noises now as she withdrew them again. Her face was contorted with an animal lust as she strained furiously to reach a climax, her young mouth open and groaning in obvious frustration. She rolled her head from side to side, her hair flying like a thousand soft whips onto the pillow, and it was apparent she was becoming desperate for any kind of release.
She pumped harder and faster, her fingers sliding in and out of her widespread pussy almost too fast to see as she tightly clenched and unclenched her buttocks as she strained up against her probing hands. Her groans became louder with each passing second, until her actions and voice seemed to blend into one mighty cry of passion.
Then, impossibly, the girl froze, and the camera zoomed back to reveal the huge German shepherd leaping onto the bed. The girl's eyes widened in terror as the dog stood menacingly between her outstretched legs, growling in warning. She started to move, to roll off the bed, but the dog's loud bark made her freeze once again. She remained immobilized with her fingers in her aroused young cunt and thighs spread and knees drawn up to her chest. She didn't dare move as the big canine hovered over her naked body, his great panting head hardly inches above her defenselessly upturned loins.
Cathy was stunned by the sight of the dog on the bed, and she gripped Drake's arm, her nerves tingling with fright. She was totally engrossed by the actions on the screen, even to the point of identifying with the girl.
"My God!" she gasped, her voice low and quaking. "What's going to happen'. ' The dog is so...." Her words trailed off as she felt a shudder run through her aroused body.
"She knows well what the dog wants, and I think she would like it, too," Drake answered, his mouth close to the innocent secretary's ear.
The helplessness of the girl in the film made Paul's young aunt feel vulnerable also, and she held tightly to her tall muscular host's arm for security. She was a bundle of erotically tingling nerves, fascinated by the thought of the dog raping the girl. She wanted to be repulsed and shocked, but curiosity and excitement dominated her mind. The evil fascination of seeing the impending ravishment gripped her body, and her tension made her spine stiffen. She gulped down several large mouthfuls of tier drink, which helped her to relax once more. Drake's hand on her naked breast felt good, a feeling that she didn't want to deny herself for the first time since she could remember. His lingers tweaking her nipple made tiny jolts of heated arousal jump along her nerve ends, and she squirmed her buttocks down harder against the pillow, forcing it to press deeper into her wetly seeping cuntal crevice. Her panties were soaked from her excitement, and she squeezed her thighs together to hold down the overpowering sensations of desire beginning to grow there. She was on dangerous ground in an unfamiliar situation, but she could not bring herself to deny the hotly demanding throbbing of her cunt. The smoothness of the pillow excited the overly sensitive pink lips of her vagina, and she felt tiny shocks pulsing in the bud of her clitoris. She bit into her lower lip to hold back the forbidden sensations that were heatedly pulsating up between her legs with greater urgency, as her attention was concentrated on the film.
The huge German shepherd lowered his head to the helpless girl's tender, hair-covered loins, and lie began sniffing at its perfumed moistness. It was as though he had found a female bitch dog in heat! The girl showed mixed emotions as the cold nose made contact with her tiny puckered little anal lips, and then she tensed as his long red tongue snaked out, licking wetly up and down the crevice around it, the tip burrowing partly into the softly pulsating little anal ring.
She tried to squirm away, wiggling her naked young body to move up the bed, but the dog raised his head and growled again before greedily resuming his lapping of the narrow pink pussy slit between the frightened girl's thighs. He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tightly closed anus up over the fluted pink edges of her moistly quivering cunt to the rigid little clitoris atop her pubic mound. His sharp tongue speared through the soft, hair-lined swelling like a hot poker slicing through soft, cunt-colored ice cream. It flicked relentlessly up between the girl's widespread satiny legs, stopping once to curl its wet way deep into her wantonly writhing young pussy mouth.
Cathy wasn't sure if she should look at the film any longer, or turn away to help quiet the growing flames of passion in her own belly. She was excited by the gradual change coming over the abandonedly writhing young girl in the film whose frightened moans had changed to soft mews of involuntary pleasure. Then the chic attractive secretary heard different groans right alongside her, and she tore her eyes from the film long enough to glance in the direction from which it came. She was stunned, though not so much by what was happening, but because it was so blatantly open.
Cynthia's voluptuous mother had both her long tapered legs spread wide, her dress up around her hips, and the hand of the man named I en was moving rapidly as his long thick fingers sawed in and out of her heatedly naked vagina. Helen, completely unconcerned with the people around her, was grinding her pelvis and buttocks off the large pillow in rhythm to the fingers fucking into her. Both she and the thick-set man had their hot passion-glazed eyes locked on the lascivious film projected on the screen. Cathy turned away, only now aware for the first time of the other couples in the surrounding darkness; though indistinct, it was apparent that they were all in lewd embraces by their writhing motion. The obscene film was affecting everyone, and a warning bell sounded in her brain as she realized that she, too, was about to succumb to the lewd urges heatedly pulsating through her body. But then a sound pulled her spinning mind back to the film away from all logical thought.
Groaning like a wild animal, the girl reached out for the big dog's head and, kicking her legs back, she pulled his nose forward, down into her well-lubricated cuntal lips. The German shepherd's giant tongue thrust up the moist passageway like an attacking snake, ravishing her up-thrust loins without mercy. Wild, incoherent shrieks streamed from her lips, pleading and encouraging the dumb brute salivating between her wantonly writhing, fully rounded buttocks. He worked at her savagely, and the girl completely surrendered to the animal's relentless licking.
The dog lifted his head from the moaning girl's loins to nose her over onto her stomach. Her resistance was gone under the maddening tongue which had so mercilessly lapped at her moistly glistening pussy. She was enslaved by the huge beast panting over her, and she rolled over until her quivering young body was face down and spread-eagled on the bed. The dog lowered his head again, his sharp tongue slithering in the shadowy crevice between the half-moon cheeks of her wildly trembling buttocks. She twisted back toward him, reaching with her hands to spread the ivory globes and give full access to her tiny brown anus. The tongue lashed her for another long, avid moment, causing her to groan with an excitement that seemed to transcend the movie.
Cathy, her eyes smoking with passion now, felt the aching hunger inside spreading from her abdomen all the way up to her desire-swollen breasts. Drake Allen's hand against her naked tits both thrilled and frightened her, and she labored, gasping for breath. She squirmed harder against the pillow now shaped into her burning loins as its hard ridge pressed more sensuously now up into the moistly heated lips of her vagina. She knew that she had to stop his caresses, to take his hand from beneath her dress, but she didn't have the strength to stop him. Her own hand would not obey her mind's commands: it lay limp and useless as she attempted to focus her eyes back to the screen.
The German shepherd was now pushing his massive head between the girl's pelvis and the mattress, and his head lifted, raising the girl's firmly rounded white ass-cheeks into the air. What he wanted was obvious, and the girl obediently knelt, elevating her wide-spread buttocks, bending before the huge animal in abject surrender. The relentless tongue had lashed her to servile defeat, crushing her resistance with its vigorous and non-stop attack on her sensitive parts for interminable minutes.
She was on all fours as the dog mounted the spread globes of her buttocks, his forelegs on her back. The wetly glistening, scarlet penis slipped from its huge furry sheath, dripping. The smoothly tapered joint slipped and danced in the hot, wet crevice as the animal lurched and jerked, trying to bury his penis's tapered tip and the thick shaft into her body.
The camera moved in closer as the young girl sobbed and looked back, shifting her gently rounded buttocks in an effort to capture the lengthening staff. She was like a female bitch in heat as she strove to grasp the long, dripping canine cock in her fiery little cunt. The sharp tip missed and slid up to find the momentarily relaxed anus, which it attempted to enter. With a loud moan, the girl tensed and evaded the hot slippery prod in fright, but the dog determinedly returned to the attack. He thrust blindly, the thin point sliding unsuccessfully beneath, along the moistly softened hair-covered cuntal crevice to rub against her clitoris. The heated redness of his wildly jabbing penis contrasted with the fevered pink of the girl's passion-inflamed cunt, spreading the lips wider as his still unhoused cockshaft rubbed between them. The dog growled out of frustration, and the girl reached back, trying to guide him to the heatedly impatient opening of her pussy. She grasped the slippery penis, placing the point of it against her pinkly glistening slit, and the dog thrust wildly, spreading it wider and wider apart.
Suddenly his cock was in! The German shepherd jerked forward rapidly to bury his huge penis up into the deliriously squirming young girl's cunt. His scarlet shaft slithered forward with a wet rush until it was sunk to the hilt, his sperm-laden balls swinging below her moist pubic hair. The girl cried a sigh of relief as she began to move rhythmically backwards to meet the urgent thrusts of the panting dog. As the forelegs trapped her narrow waist, she began to undulate her body, moving her buttocks around in tiny lewd circles, and abandoning herself to the delicious animal fucking she was receiving from behind. The girl twisted her head to look back toward the camera, and it was clear what effect the fucking was having on her. Her face was contorted in rapture from the screwing the dog was giving her, and her large, taut breasts danced tightly beneath her writhing torso, moving in time to the skewering cock of the dog. It slid deep into her from behind, a relentless hot poker of glistening animal cock-flesh, burying itself far up into her wildly welcoming belly.
Abruptly, Cathy could feel the intolerable warmth of the room, the heat of the other couples compounding her own excitement, as beads of sweat formed on her forehead. She was terribly frustrated, her entire body containing a raging fire that needed extinguishing. She bit down on her lip in an attempt to keep back a vocal groan of frustration, but Drake's hand worked with increased intensity over the hardened tip of her breast.
She needed more of her drink, that would help her forget what she so desperately wanted to do. Helen was squirming under the vigorous finger-fucking Len was giving her, so why not she? She could feel the heated wetness between her own thighs increasing, and she was sure Drake could feel the pounding of her heart through her breast. But her mind wouldn't permit decision, or for that matter, understanding of her needs.
In the movie that seemed so real, the girl's body was swaying obscenely out of control as she knelt before the rhythmically humping German shepherd. She had gone completely out of her mind shouting lewd encouragements through tightly clenched teeth to the dumb beast. She was begging him to fuck her harder and faster, grinding her buttocks back as she pleaded for his hot animal sperm to splash out deeply up in her hungrily clasping little cunt. She was no longer human, but a quivering mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh that begged to be fucked. She was reveling in humiliation by being used as a bitch by the big panting dog, and she ground her buttocks back against the hairy body like another animal. Tiny rivulets of moisture were building in the crevice of the girl's wildly rotating buttocks, and the camera moved in even closer to show the glistening drops running slowly down the girl's sleek inner thighs.
Paul's aunt realized that her tall hard-muscled host was becoming more restless, and she was sure that he noticed her wiggling her buttocks into the pillow beneath her. It was next to impossible to hide the frustration she felt, as her belly was like a raging and uncontrolled fire that burned with terrible insistence. His hand was kneading her breast more vigorously, and her nipples throbbed with guilty pleasure. She remembered Helen, so close that Cynthia's mother might easily observe what Drake was doing with his hand, and for the first time in her memory, she didn't want her friend to think her a prude. Yet, knowing that she was being watched could destroy the feelings in her body, and she glanced back to be sure Helen was busy with her own needs. The sight that tilled her vision was far more erotic than anything the shapely secretary had seen on the motion picture screen.
The raven-haired beauty was bobbing up and down over Len's loins, her full red lips clasped tightly in a wet oval around his long hard penis which stood up rigidly throbbing through the open zipper of his fly. His fingers were fucking furiously in and out of her wetly clasping vagina, and Cathy was again reminded of the scene she'd witnessed in the oak forest the previous night ... only now they knew she was there and she was close enough to reach out her hands and touch them!
Cathy was stunned, turning her head around quickly to avoid staring at the lewdly exciting oral coupling. It was something she hadn't expected, at least not right there in front of everyone else. What was to prevent everyone at the party from watching them? But then, they were all watching a film that seemed all too real, Cathy remembered. And the sounds coming from next to her were like those in the film, wet sucking noises punctuated intermittently by small mewls and groans of totally depraved pleasure. She could hear other sounds coming now from around the room too, as other couples, overcome by the ravishment of the young girl in the movie, locked themselves together in various forms of sexual connection. Paul's innocent young aunt burrowed her head into the middle-aged host's shoulder in hopes that it would keep the sounds away, but it was useless. The images and sounds of sexual stimulation were everywhere, and she was nearly beyond the point of resisting it herself.
Drake had moved even closer to her when she had moved her head against his shoulder, and she tensed as she felt his free hand working its way under her ass-cheeks. He was pressing toward her feverishly trembling vagina, there was little doubt about that, and she could feel the warm wetness of her own damp excitement on the soft cheeks of her buttocks as she pressed down harder against the protective pillow. As his fingers worked more insistently beneath her dress, her thought of pleasure and satisfaction rationalized away the danger. He couldn't, without forcing her, get beneath her dress, but the tingling excitement in her heatedly aroused young body tempted her to relax her tightly clenched thighs. His hand was pushing at the hem of her dress, pulling the material up from beneath, and she didn't want to say anything to stop him, excusing herself by believing she would be heard by everyone in the room. She moved her hand down to grab his wrist, but she could barely close her fingers around it, not to consider stopping him. She kept her eyes on the movie, and she reasoned that her hand's presence on his wrist was enough to soothe her conscience. And slowly, inch by inch, his hand worked her dress up, moving toward the passion-drenched crotch band of her panties. There was nothing she could do without creating a scene, she reasoned, so Cathy resigned herself, almost with relief to Drake's relentless probing of her secret most part.
The light brown-haired secretary squirmed as his middle finger began a gentle stroking motion, pushing the folds of her dress moistly into her hungrily throbbing crevice from beneath. A gush of shame washed through her as the sudden waves of indecent pleasure overcame her desire to resist. His hand under her buttocks became bolder as it sensed her tacit surrender to its probing, while .his other hand was moving faster, his fingernail gently teasing her inner thigh, in a silent, urgent request to raise up slightly. She did, and without warning, her dress was lifted away from her buttocks, although it was not apparent from above. She gasped out loud as she realized there was no more dress between his hand and her buttocks. Now Drake's hand boldly covered all of the wet band of her little white panties snaking under the elastic leg band, and worming slowly up into the moist swallowing walls of her open young pussy.
My God! He's fingering me he's fingering me. . . and I'm, I'm enjoying it! She wiggled against his probing finger, holding her breath for fear some tell-tale sound might escape her lips.
Her whole torso silently quivered until her impaled young vagina became accustomed to the invading finger probing at the lubricated softness of its tender walls. She knew she was shamelessly aroused, more than she had been the night before ... more than at anytime in her life. She could feel her warm moisture covering the open palm of his hand beneath her buttocks as his outstretched finger wetly slid, in and out of her heatedly quaking loins. His finger moved in maddening circles inside her, expanding the tight little cuntal opening with each teasing rotation. The love-starved young aunt was almost out of her mind with lust. She didn't think she could stand his teasing of her up between her legs another moment, and she was ready to crawl up the walls in order to quench the fire raging inside her uncontrollably contracting cunt. The sight of the girl's face in the movie being buffeted down into the bed by the German shepherd dog, combined with Drake Allen's middle finger squirming around without mercy up into her own hopelessly aroused cunt, were just too much.
The girl in the movie was twisting her head from side to side, her long blonde hair churning on the mattress, when she suddenly stiffened and let out a low, throaty groan. She was in the beginning throes of an orgasm, and she screwed her buttocks greedily back against the dog like a wanton bitch gone wild. The giant animal's tongue hung out as he frantically fucked into the waving buttocks from behind; and saliva dripped from his open mouth onto the perspiration on her back. She groaned out loud again and rammed back against the dog just as he jerked forward, and his cock began spitting his heated animal sperm in great bursts deep up into her wetly clasping, contracting pussy. The girl's rounded little buttocks began to clench and unclench, signaling out her own orgasm deep in her quivering belly. Thick white liquid oozed from her tight cunt which was squeezing the wildly ejaculating cock of the dog, and thin trails of the sticky white fluid ran down the ivory columns of her thighs. Her firm young ass-cheeks glistened in the finely focused image on the screen, displaying cum-matted pubic hairs and flooded pink vaginal flesh as she pitched forward on her face, seemingly unconscious.
The rapidly deflating cock of the dog slipped from her mauled passage-way with a lewd, wet sucking sound that echoed from the sound track. The girl was spread out on the bed, and the dog stood wagging his tail in obvious appreciation. In a final act of total depravity as the film image began fading out. the German shepherd dropped his head to her widespread loins and licked at the warm white liquid as it seeped slowly out from her still visibly pulsating young cunt. Then as the screen image faded, the dog contentedly lay down between her open legs, his long nose nuzzled gently into the soft vee of her ravished pelvis. There were numbers and the screen went white for a moment.
Someone turned the projector off and started the music again, but Cathy was hardly aware that it was finished. Her body had become a slave of Drake's pleasure-giving middle finger fucking up into her hotly pulsating vagina, and the image of the girl's frantic climax still lingered in her mind. It had completely overwhelmed her as she, too, was insanely hungry for a hard male penis. She ignored the fact that Drake was shifting down beside her. his hand releasing her passion-swollen breast. Instead, she thought about Helen Rand, and she looked back again, her senses dulled to any shock.
The glamorous, older woman was on her knees now and lifting her dress up over her nakedly voluptuous hips, and Cathy casually wondered just exactly what she was doing. Len was lying flat on his back as Cynthia's mother straddled him, her knees placed on either side of his hips, and Cathy saw his thick, eagerly throbbing flesh pole protruding rigidly up in the air. Young Cynthia's mother hovered over him. the full white roundness of her buttocks poised directly over his long hard cock, and she reached beneath her ass-cheeks to tightly grasp his thick length of hardness and guide it up between her widespread thighs.
Paul's innocent young aunt trembled as she saw the huge bulbous purple head make contact with the moistly glistening cunt. The raven-haired woman moved the lust-swollen cock tip back and forth in her hair-lined slit several times, parting the wetly quivering pussy lips until the shaft was positioned against the gaping opening to her womb. Then, with a loud groan, Cynthia's young mother ground her firm white buttocks down hard on the rigidly thick penis.
Aroused by the sensual sight, Cathy's eyes were wide as she watched Len's long, blood-filled cock slide slowly up into the moistly clasping lips of her Helen Rand's cunt and she heard the wet sluicing noise it made as it entered. Helen rode down on the rock-hard throbbing rod, taking it inside her belly until all Cathy could see was the thick base of his cock protruding from the tightly stretched cunt lips surrounding it.
Cathy reminded herself that this was real, not the film she'd been watching, and they were but a few feet away. It was even clearer than when she had seen Helen and Len and Dan the night before. Now Helen began a slow grinding up and down, her buttocks rising in the air above Len until just the tip of his stiff throbbing cock was caught inside the warmly enclosing sheath of her pussy. Then, groaning loudly each time she made the descent, she plunged heavily back down on him, impaling herself completely with each long wetly resounding stroke.
Again Cathy felt the strangely faint twittering up between her thighs, just as she had become excited the previous night, only this time things were vastly different. Now she, too, was with a man, and instead of experiencing revulsion and fear, she was finding that she couldn't deny herself the fulfillment she so desperately needed.
She looked away from Helen and Len, shifting her gaze back to Drake, and she was glad that he had moved down along her trembling body, his hands working at her white, flimsy little nylon panties. She closed her eyes, looking within herself for the reasons to resist her overwhelmingly powerful urges, but all she could do was to listen in on the soft moans and wet sucking noises of intercourse going on all over the darkened room. And the sounds served to magnify the obscene images that filled her mind.
Moving as though guided by an outside force, the attractive brown-haired secretary raised her gently trembling young ass-cheeks from the pillow as the tall middle-aged man pulled her panties down over her long beautifully tapered legs. A moment later, her panties were gone. He pushed her legs back, jack-knifing them so that the naked plain of her vagina was completely open to his gaze. She didn't make any move to stop him as he bunched her dress up around her waist, out of the way, but she somehow felt less of her nakedness because of it. She knew that she was open and clearly visible to many of the others in the room, but she also knew that they were far too busy to pay any attention to her and Drake Allen. And at that moment she didn't think she'd care who was watching her anyway.
Her body was like a prison to a violent stream of emotions, and all that mattered was to have them all released, to burst out of her in the ultimate pleasure. Feeling the wet warmth of soft lips making contact with her lower belly, Cathy opened her eyes to see the top of Drake's head as his tongue was slowly teasing down over her pubic mound. Immediately she was reminded of Len's licking of Helen's cunt, and in spite of the upheaval in her belly, she knew she should stop Drake from going any further.
"Nooooo!" she half moaned, half whispered. She didn't want anyone but Drake to hear her plea for mercy, so there was no insistence or volume in her voice, and he appeared not to hear her. She tried to clench her wildly trembling thighs together, expecting that such an action would cause him to quit his humiliating assault on her body.
Feeling the tenseness of her thighs, the blonde host merely locked his arms between them, and his strength was all that was necessary to hold her in an open, spread-eagle position. Then, moving quickly, he dropped his lips to her damp loins, spreading the soft brown pubic hairs with his thumbs and flicking his tongue lizard-like into the moistly flowering slit of her tight little cunt.
Cathy tried to lurch back from the sudden electrifying contact of his hotly quivering tongue with the quaking bud of her clitoris, but she was held down against the pillow. Her legs were spread wide apart by his sweating palms pressing against the soft insides of her widespread thighs. It was hopeless to struggle, and she stared helplessly down between her up-thrust breasts, seeing him hunched on all fours like a beast of prey making ready to devour its victim. The warmly pink flesh of her heated vagina was presented up to his eagerly smiling face in defenseless sacrifice. She lay frozen on the pillow, her shame and humiliation complete as she saw his extended tongue, a stranger's tongue, slowly and maddeningly circling around the edges of her wide-splayed vaginal lips. She was ashamed of her body's betrayal of her mind, and she tried vainly to keep from losing complete control, all the time loving the wildly erotic sensations that poured over her nerves.
Raising his head for a moment, Drake looked hungrily down at the narrow, wetly curving slit, the thin pink lips of pussy flesh open to his gaze. He didn't seem the same man Cathy had met so few minutes earlier, as he stared greedily, savoring his prize. Then, with an animal-like groan, he dropped his head and buried the full length of his long slippery tongue up into the warmly throbbing walls of her cunt.
Cathy choked back a soul-baring moan attempting to escape from deep in her throat. Her buttocks sank down into the pillow as she tried desperately to resist the maddening assault on her secret genitals. She could only whimper before his depraved attack and, raising her head up, stare in horrified disbelief as she was actually letting a virtual stranger greedily feast between her legs below. It couldn't be true, she told herself over and over as she flailed her head from side to side as his tongue began heatedly spearing in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her love-starved cunt. The sensations of forbidden pleasure began to ripple and churn deep down in her trembling belly and although her arms lay tensed at her sides, the young aunt began a slow, sensuous undulation of her body. She was becoming an object to be played with in any way her host desired, and the thought again made her try and stop the demanding throbs in her belly. He was defiling her as she never before believed possible; humiliating her in this public orgy beyond her wildest imagination ... and there was nothing she could do but lie beneath him and accept any degradation without so much as a scream of protest. She knew there was no one to help her now, but most horrible of all ... she was beyond helping herself. What she was feeling was too exquisite, too wonderfully wicked ... too good!
Cathy was reminded of the girl in the film, the way she twisted seductively on the bed when the dog licked at her helplessly cringing pussy. It was the same for her, as she couldn't stop the delicious sensations that Drake's probing tongue brought her, and it's wet length seemed to stretch up into the furthest reaches of her cuntal passage, teasing the heatedly seeping walls of her womb like a wonderful weapon of lust. She had never been so aroused in her life, and in the back of her mind she was remembering the time she was sixteen, when she had been raped by that older man. She wondered if she was entitled to the pleasure she was having. She had almost enjoyed it then, it was true, but her feelings of guilt had prevented her from ever experiencing it again. My God, it's been eight years! Why have I feared such wonderful pleasure for so many years?
Fully aware of the declining resistance from Cathy, the muscular blonde host forced her knees back up to her breasts, nakedly exposing the whole of her heated loins to his oral assault. Driving his tongue in quick stabbing motions up the warmly clasping passage, he worked with greater speed to bring her to total submission. He had been skeptical when Helen Rand phoned earlier, telling him about Cathy, but now that he was tasting her wild young pussy and experiencing her wantonness, he was glad to be the one chosen to loosen her up. She had the potential of being a fantastic fuck, and he was determined to bring it out of her.
A low, quiet groan of hunger and submission seemed to bubble from deep in her chest; that was what Drake was waiting to hear, and lifting his tongue from her tortured young cunt, he grinned with self-assurance. She was almost there, he was certain, but as if to put the final seal on her subjugation, he flicked his tongue into the tightly puckered little hole of her anus, nestled secretly below the moistly hungering vaginal opening.
Feeling the wet, searing assault on her tiny anus, Cathy moaned loudly and clenched her eyes shut. Her lips were tightly bared back over her teeth from the torturing sensation his wetly slicing tongue sent racing through her body. Tiny goose-bumps ran across her tautly rippling belly and all the way up to her rapidly heaving breasts as a further moist flick struck out at the tight fleshy little anal ring. She was helpless before his depraved attack, and her body began to finally desert her. Her buttocks jerked back involuntarily at the darting tongue that sent uncontrolled spasms of delicious pleasure coursing through her raw nerves.
"Aaaaaaggghhhhh!" Paul's young aunt groaned loudly again as the cruel realization of her total submission hit her with its full impact. She fought with her mind for control that wouldn't come, as the tiny licking sparks began to burst into uncontrollable flames, devouring her in final helplessness. Her shamelessly aroused body suddenly jerked spasmodically and began a slow abandoned movement up against his thrusting tongue. Her hands curled down into his blonde hair and pulled his face hard against her quivering love-starved loins. All that mattered now were the delicious shafts of pleasure piercing through her flesh like tiny prickling needles of fire.
She was completely his, Drake was certain of that, and warming his tongue up into her tightly clasping cunt once more, he moved his hands to his belt to lower his pants. His cock was aching from the confinement, and he worked quickly, taking his underpants down in the same motion. His throbbingly erect penis sprung out from his pelvis, the freedom making his blood flow faster in the long hardness. He could imagine how her tightly squeezing little cunt would feel locked around his cock, as it had even felt tight around his tongue, and he was determined to make this fuck one she would never forget for the rest of her life.
Raising her face up from her saliva-soaked loins, he grabbed her legs with both hands, and twisting cruelly, rolled her onto her stomach. Cathy was so caught up in the tongue lashing she was receiving up between her thighs, she didn't resist or protest her being forced into such a debasing position. Instead she was immediately reminded of the girl in the film being fucked from behind by the German shepherd. She didn't fight when he pulled her hips up, bringing her into the kneeling position so that her smooth, white rounded buttocks were lewdly open to anything he might desire. Her face was pressed into the pillow, but she twisted her head to one side and saw the sensual fucking of Len and Helen a few feet from her face.
Hden was grinding her buttocks up and down in such wild abandon that Cathy was sure she was nearing orgasm, and the excitement of witnessing such an act made her own wanton needs even more demanding than before. At that moment, Drake bent down behind her and flicked his tongue once again at her wetly puckered anus.
"Ooohhh, God!" she moaned loudly as the tantalizing licking invaded her inner thighs, teasing at her like some demon of flesh. She quivered back against it, screwing her buttocks in eager little circles around and around to feel its extraordinary rape of her helplessly exposed loins. There was nothing in the world like this wonderful tongue fucking she was getting! She had never known it before; it was different, it was wicked, it consumed the whole of her being, and there was nothing else in the entire universe now but the lashing tongue licking at her from behind. Wild thoughts of the dog in the movie rati through her mind, thoughts of his great slobbering tongue slithering over the defenseless genitals of the nakedly squirming young girl. She knew what it was like now, and wildly she reveled in its lewdly tingling joy until she felt suddenly as though her entire body was ready to explode into a thousand tiny pieces.
Drake stopped, timing his moment, and he ran his tongue wetly up the crevice between her ass cheeks and over her back until his progress was halted by the bunched material of her dress around her narrow waist. He crawled up between her widespread thighs, pinning them apart with his knees, and he pressed his massively throbbing penis forward, teasing against the moist softness of her feverishly trembling pussy.
For a fleeting second Cathy felt fear when the blunt head pressed against her naked loins. It was huge, bigger than she thought possible, and she was sure it would split her apart. He thrust at her, almost frantic in his efforts to find the opening to her hotly waiting belly, and her fear was momentarily conquered by the fire raging deep inside her and the lewdly exciting sight of Cynthia's mother being fucked half to death next to her. Helen was grinding her buttocks down on his wetly glistening shaft with wild abandon, the great pole of flesh rapidly disappearing and reappearing as she frantically bounced up and down over his groin. The attractive, brown-haired secretary wanted a cock fucking into her belly, too, and she wantonly arched her naked buttocks up in the air to give herself up to the party host's probing demands.
"Reach back and put it in ... Put it in!" Drake panted.
"Oh, God!" she moaned helplessly, but she reached back between her legs, wrapping her hand hesitantly around the thick, desire-heated cock in spite of her fear of its size. She could feel the blood pounding rapidly through the long, fleshy penis, and fear again welled as she perceived the true enormity of the giant phallus.
"Do it ... Dammit, put it in now!" he commanded again, and he pressed his fingers into the flesh of her inner thighs, forcing them wider apart.
"Oooooohhhhh!" she groaned from the pain of her flesh being squeezed, and in desperation she guided the hard, massively throbbing shaft into the passion-drenched hole of her all too eager little cunt mouth. She moved the thick head back and forth to part her warmly moistened vaginal lips, and when his cock impatiently pushed against her lust hardened clitoris, she felt a thrilling shock of further pleasure coursing through her body. Sliding the fleshy head back slowly, she savored the impression; it was the last excitement she expected to feel before his thick cock split her almost unused young pussy in half.
Feeling the heat of her softly quivering flesh against his aching cock, Drake thought he might splash out his cum right there on her naked young buttocks even before he had a chance to get it into her. Flicking his hips forward, he wormed his huge, lust-swollen cock-head up into the tight, hair-fringed little passage ... and, slowly, it sank up into the hotly cringing warmth of her cuntal walls.
"Oooohhhh!" Cathy groaned for mercy and pressed her now tear-streaked face hard down into the pillow in an attempt to stifle the volume of her cry. She attempted to lurch away from the slow, inexorable impalement, but he held her hips tightly with both hands, preventing any escape from the huge, momentarily painful entry.
Pushing forward again up between her open thighs, Drake Allen, drove the throbbing length of his massive penis another inch up inside her tightly resisting young pussy, noting as he did so that the tiniest move elicited a moan of protest from deep in her throat. He slowly continued the brutal impalement of her helplessly kneeling body, his hotly throbbing hardness anxious to be totally ensheathed in the warm velvety walls of her cunt. Inch by inch he wormed his penis up into her, slowly filling her heatedly pulsating passage with the desire-swollen heaviness of his cock. Her upraised ass cheeks clenched tightly together as the muscles in her passage resisted the steady penetration, but the warmly flowering lips of her pussy were sexually moistened to receive him. It was as though her vagina was willingly swallowing him up inside, and his cock swelled even larger in the tightness of her involuntarily clasping tunnel of lust.
Cathy felt as if she was being stretched to the bursting point back there and she could clearly feel every wrinkle and ridge of his thick blood-pounding penis through the sensitized walls of her cock-filled vagina. His relentless penetration seemed to go on and on, then still for a moment. She was sure he was all the way in as far as he could go! After a second he flexed his long, hard cock, and then without any warning, lurched another three inches up into her searing belly.
"Aaaaaggghhhhh!" The presence of other people in the room was no longer occupying her thoughts as she shrieked more from surprise than pain. She now realized that her whole belly was completely filled with his cock, and it was even more surprising that she was rapidly adjusting to it. Her initial groans of misery changed rapidly to cries of burning need as she felt the bushiness of his pubic hair pressing hard up against the backs of her upraised thighs and his heavy, sperm-laden testicles brushing sensually down against her clitoris below. Then Drake, with a final throb of his cock, drove an infinitesimal degree further up into her cock-stiffed depths, his balls swinging forward this time to slap noisily up between her open thighs. The painfully stretched young woman was stunned by the blunt head' of his heatedly pulsating penis as it smashed hard up against her cervix. "Oooooh God!" she had taken more cock up into her belly than she thought humanly possible. "Oooohhhhh!" Her moan of pleasure pain was a long-awaited signal for Drake, and he immediately withdrew his lust-hardened shaft out of the wet, fleshy tunnel, slipping it back out so far that only the very tip remained up inside the soft curl-fringed lips. He held it there for a moment, waiting for the subserviently kneeling woman to surrender and grind her buttocks back for it, and when she did, he fucked deep up into her open belly again. This time his penetration was smooth and quick; the thick, rubbery head of his cock easily parted the tightly grasping walls of her cunt, as it plowed up into her until his groin once again smacked hard against her upturned buttocks. She whimpered a cry half of pleasure, half of pain, but at that point he was only concerned with fucking the hot little bitch into total submission.
Drake began screwing in and out, taking long, hard strokes that pounded deep inside her tightly quivering cunt, striking her cervix again and again. He stared down at her kneeling, bent over form, her firm white young buttocks wantonly wiggling back to his driving rhythm, her smooth back sloping down to the loosely scattered brown hair of her uncontrollably flailing head. The sight of her voluptuously sensual body bent to his will made his balls stir with boiling passion, and they begged him to fuck her quickly so to release the intolerable pressure of his heated sperm deep up inside her waiting belly.
"Uuuuugghhh ... Uuuuggghhh ... Uuuggghhh!" She chanted into the pillow in time to his long hard thrusts, feeling every inch of his large powerful pulsating cock as it slid smoothly up her warmly clasping passage to hit bottom. And then, like a bouncing ball, suddenly it would return to the beginning of her hungrily nibbling little cuntal mouth. She fucked back, raising her young buttocks up to each of his downward strokes, eagerly spreading her thighs wider apart to take him as deep as possible. There was nothing left but the pleasure-giving cock in her fiery cunt. There was no longer any morals or shame, no longer fear of men, but instead there was the ultimate pleasure of being fucked and fucked and fucked ... and of fucking back well in return.
"Oooohhh, God! Fuck me, oohh ... fuck me..." Cathy screeched as her sexual frenzy took complete control of her thoughts. Her eyes now were glazed over with an implacable lust, and as she stared at the entwined and fucking bodies next to her, their driving frenzy only added to the lewdly sensual pleasure of her own fucking. Len's cock was glistening with a white shining liquid that was continually smoothed over by the tight flanges of Helen's pink cunt as she rode up and down on the fleshy pole. Helen's head was thrown back, and she wailed as her orgasm consumed her very being.
"Ooooohhhh ... Fuck me ... Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she groaned, echoing Cathy's earlier obscenity. Helen's writhing, groaning climax seemed to make Drake Allen's long hard cock grow even bigger, and Cathy arched her wantonly writhing buttocks up to take him deep inside her quaking belly. She was experiencing a passion she never before realized possible, and it overpowered her completely. She was witnessing an erotic sexual climax while at the same moment being fucked into a glorious insensibility. Not even in her imagination had it been so good!
Each downward stroke of Drake's hotly sizzling penis was like a thousand different singular pleasures to the kneeling Cathy and his sperm-filled balls slapped hard and noisily up between her thighs, swinging forward to smack against her lust hardened clitoris again and again, as he fucked into her dog fashion. There was never such pleasure, such pure luxuriousness of sensual delight, and she loved it ... loved it!
Her voluptuous young body was tingling from head to toe, and she now felt confined and restricted by her clothes, wanting to be free of them. She reached back to loosen the top of her dress, and twisting erotically all the while, she pulled the material up over her head, throwing it away like useless junk. She did the same with her brassiere, letting her firmly swaying breasts dance and flutter from the impact of Drake's hard-driving cock. And the moment she was finally naked, she felt his hands moving down over her back, reaching under her breasts to squeeze them and tweak the nipples between his fingers. She was all consumed by the sheer lewdity of her subservient kneeling position, and she rolled forward on her forehead to look back beneath her nakedly writhing body to see her hotly quivering cunt being split asunder by the hardness of his jerking rod of flesh. His long cock pulled out until only the very tip of him remained inside her body, then it would smoothly drive back down, the hair-lined lips of her cunt eagerly clasping it until the white shaft of flesh completely filled her warm, hungry passage. His pubic hair was pushing into the crevice of her buttocks with each hard thrust of his groin, and she felt a tingling that reminded her of the dog licking the girl's anus in the movie.
Running his hands over her ripely dangling breasts, over her trembling belly to her tensed thighs, the tall muscular host sensed building spasms growing within the kneeling girl. He held Cathy tightly, pulling her smoothly curved buttocks back hard to his heavily hammering groin, and then pushing her away again as he fucked rhythmically up into her hot little cunt. He wanted to make her scream from the pounding of his rigidly pistoning cock, to make her beg him to pump his hot, white cum deep inside her belly until he was sucked completely dry. Her eagerly vibrating pussy was alive with passion, warmly clasping around his throbbing cock-staff, the slick walls squeezing every part of his cock like a heated, massaging wave of fire. She was wonderfully tight, and he fought off the growing sensation in the head of his thundering cock, not wanting to cum until she had let out a long mournful groan and collapsed in her own orgasm.
"Oooohhh ... Aaaaaggghhh ... Ooooohhh!" she moaned as his long hard penis drove up her flaming passage unmercifully. Cathy gasped "for breath as her face was pushed again and again into the softness of the-pillow beneath her by this terrible lunging force. The hardened nipples on the tips of her large breasts brushed thrillingly across the slick fabric of the pillow, adding to the sizzling excitation already pouring through her passion-filled body.
With eyes fixed on the smoothly rounded moons of her buttocks, Drake suddenly released his grip on her hips to tease his fingers into the narrow dividing crevice; he spread smooth, white ass cheeks wide apart, exposing the brownish-pink hole of her anus to his view. It seemed to be gasping and sucking at his groin as he rammed hard against it. He eased back a little, placing his outstretched middle finger against the tiny puckered opening, and then he twisted his hand, worming his middle linger into the tight, rubbery flesh.
"Uuuugghhhh!" she snorted, "Yes ... Yes! Use your finger in my ass-hole!" She raised her buttocks up-to the salaciously teasing, finger, trying to screw it down inside her hot rectal passage. Her tightly restricting anus popped open to let the thick rampaging finger enter, and initially she felt nothing but pain, though still she masochistically urged him on. He accommodated her lust by shoving it deep up into her rectum, and as she became adjusted to the unnatural invasion, she eagerly pleaded for more.
"Oooohhh, yes yes yes!" She grunted as she tried to take the turning, twisting finger to the hilt, shoving back against it while at the same time absorbing more of his hard, jerking cock deep inside her wildly pulsating cunt. He plunged his finger down hard in the hot rubbery passage until he could shove it no further, and she groaned out her ecstasy of pleasure-pain.
"Uuuugghhhh ... Oooohhhh!"
The kneeling woman's gasps were a signal to Drake, and he felt the walls of her slickly quivering cunt begin to seep with the warmth of her impending orgasm. Shoving forward with all his strength, he drove his cock and finger as deep as possible into the tightly clasping twin passages, working furiously as she gyrated wildly toward rapturous heights. Cathy screwed her loins back against his hammering cock and finger like a wanton bitch in heat, and she jerked and bucked in complete abandonment up and down on the now battered pillow.
"Oooohh, God! ... I'm ... God ... Going to ... Now! I'mmmcccuummmiinnnngggg!"
Her kneeling, convulsing body was maddeningly sensual now, her hotly quivering cunt sucking feverishly on his pistoning cock, while even her anus expanded and clenched greedily at his finger all the way up to the palm of his hand. She was wilder than any woman he'd ever had, and he fucked into her with the growing satisfaction of knowing she was about to cum ... to explode in a wild sexual climax, the--likes of which she had never known.
Paul's aunt pushed her lewdly writhing buttocks back hard against his groin as she felt the overwhelming joy of her surging orgasm spilling out from deep within her heated womb. The hard, jerking cock in her contracting cunt seemed to grow larger still, and she bucked back against it, thrilling in her first orgasm brought by a male ... a climax that released the sexual energies damned up inside her for so many wasted years. Hotly perfumed lubricant oozed out her clasping and squeezing cunt as her belly rippled and jerked again and again with mind-blowing pleasure.
And Drake Allen could hold back no longer. His hot white sperm exploded from his balls in great surging waves, and as it traveled up the route of his long hard cock, he felt a frenzy of extraordinary sensation. He was lost in the incredible sensuality of his own climax as the first quick burst of hotly heavy cum shot from the lust-swollen tip of his deeply buried cock.
"Oooooohhhhh!" Cathy moaned as she felt the liquid heat pumping into her flooded cunt like a series of stabbing fiery explosions. The impact was more powerfully erotic than anything she had yet felt, and she bucked back insanely against the wildly spewing penis as her own orgasm deepened and expanded. His hot cum fired again and again, filling her belly to the bursting point, and the slickly heated walls of her cunt were clasping and unclasping around the rigid staff, milking it of all the fluid it contained.
Their mutual climax seemed to last forever as they rammed and bounced over the pillow together, Cathy's scream of joy echoing crazily, wildly around the darkened room. Her heels kicked up, as if she was spurring him on for more, but finally his deflating penis pulled noisily from her cum-filled cunt while his finger popped moistly out from her salaciously clasping anus. She fell forward onto her stomach. then rolled over onto her back, her head swimming from her sexual awakening. It was as if her body had finally been freed from its long bondage, her self-imposed, almost masochistic, chastity now a thing of the past to be forgotten.
Her true character was bared: she was a sexual animal, and a complete woman! Looking around through the narrow, hazy slits of her lust-dazed eyes, she saw that other people were naked, some fucking, some moving around the room. One of them, holding a long, fully erect penis, was moving toward her. It was Len, and his cock was still wet with his and Helen's orgasm...
"I want to fuck that beautiful mouth of yours, baby!" Len said casually. "I want you to suck me ... Do you hear?"
Cathy stared at his throbbing, cum-slickened cock as he knelt down beside her. Try as she might, she was unable to feel the disgust she would have felt an hour before. Only for a moment did she hesitate, torn between the hot desire that still scorched her awakened body and the quick twinge of shame and humiliation that flickered through her confused thoughts. But nothing else mattered now except the uncontrolled and raging lust in her pulsating belly. And, after all, it would bring him pleasure.
She did as he asked, closing her wetly ovaled young mouth around the slickly jerking penis, licking the warm, pungent juices of his and Helen's orgasm that still clung to it. She sucked on it, taking it deep in her virgin throat, feeling a new and different excitement from her sexual arousal as she felt it heatedly throbbing against the roof of her mouth. It was good, better than she would ever have believed. And she wanted him to cum in her throat; to drink down his life-giving sperm into her lusting belly, and have its magic fire ignite further encouragements of lewd and debasing acts. She was ready for anything now, and as she sucked in and gulped down like a hungry whore, the hotly spewing male-semen that exploded into her mouth, she was wondering what would be next. Had she been consciously aware of what lay ahead, she might have been shamed, but a wanton sexual hunger had taken over her mind and body, and she truly was ready for anything and everything!! !
CHAPTER SEVEN
Len fell back on the pillow, momentarily exhausted from all the sexual activity, but he stared in awe at the light brown-haired girl, Cathy, as she greedily licked away the last drops of semen from his slowly deflating cock. Quite a transformation had taken place, as she wasn't at all like the woman had described when calling that afternoon. Helen knew how to pick them all right. The sexual potential had been there, and they had all succeeded in bringing it out. Cathy was wild and wanton and wonderfully sexy. And the way she had just so eagerly sucked his cock, made him know that he'd want her again. Without question, she would be more than willing.
The taste of hot sperm in her mouth was like an appetizer, and when Len's limp cock pulled from her mouth, Paul's young aunt felt the wild hunger of sexual desire burning in her even hotter than before. The licentious pulsating sensations in her belly were becoming more demanding by the second, and she raised up, looking around the darkened room. There seemed to be fewer people, but from what she could make out, most if not all were engaged in sexual activities.
No longer self-conscious, she stood up and walked toward the bar, leaving her clothes in a heap by the pillow. Everyone else was naked and, anyway, after what she had done in front of others, her nudity was hardly shameful. There was no shame or shyness left, or so she thought, and she did what would have been unthinkable an hour earlier. She brazenly walked up to the only fully dressed person in the place, Manuel, and asked for another of his "special" drinks.
The lulling, stimulating effects of the concoction came on quickly, and she decided to explore a little, seeking what might be a pleasant situation. Drake Allen was not in the big room, and neither was Helen. Cathy guessed there had to be other rooms where activities were in progress, and she started out looking for them. To leave the long downstairs room she had to step over couples laying on the floor, but she only glanced at them, as none were at the moment ready to offer her anything. She was looking for somebody interesting and unengaged, possibly like Drake Allen, her host.
There wasn't time nor the desire to think about what was happening to her, though in the back of her mind she thought she might feel differently in the light of day. But then, she was feeling that the party was just getting started, and she walked nakedly through the living room and in the direction of a hallway she had seen from the front door. When she reached it she heard sounds coming from a room down the hall, and since the door was open, she just walked on inside. The walls of the room were bright orange colored, the ceiling painted a deep blue, but Cathy saw none of those details. What she did see made her gasp in surprise.
The entire floor of the room, perhaps thirty by thirty, was made up of mattress-like covering, and on one part of it was Dan, the man she had seen last night with Helen; he was in the process of fucking someone dog-style. The attractive brown-haired girl he was fucking was wiggling her ass back against his lunging cock, but what made the perverted picture even more enticing, the girl at the same time was licking Helen's wide-splayed cunt. Helen was on her back in front of the girl, her legs drawn up so that her wetly glistening cunt was completely open to the tongue lashing. What really stunned the shapely young aunt though, was the fact that the girl in the middle, the one being fucked and in turn licking pussy, was Helen's daughter Cynthia!
Cathy felt a cold shudder run up her spine as the realization came clear in her lust-fogged brain. If that was Cynthia, then where was. . . ?
Before words could totally form in her head Cathy had the answer to her question. She sensed it without seeing that someone had entered the room behind her. Her whole naked body tingled with hyper-charged awareness, feeling eyes examining her buttocks, scanning over her body from head to toe, and she knew the terrible truth without turning around. It was her own nephew, Paul. . . It had to be Paul'
Cathy held her breath as she slowly turned, and not three feet away, her worst fears were ' confirmed. Paul, her nephew, was standing there in the doorway, his young, muscular body also naked, and his virile, eagerly pulsating cock standing erect from his groin. He was staring at her. then over toward Cynthia, unbelieving, though his aroused state unquestionable.
"Aunt Cathy ... I ... I didn't know she was bring ... Not here! Honest ... I..."
His eyes were scanning her nakedness, uncontrollably, and Cathy felt them, knowing what he had to be thinking. She wanted him to be enraged at finding Cynthia in such a position, wanted him to run to Dan and Helen and pull them away from his girl. But it was only too apparent that he was aware of what was going on between them, and in fact that he was--likely on his way to joining them all. If only he would run at them ... Then I wouldn't feel what I'm feeling ... Such horrible thoughts. . . Not that. . . Not I mustn't!"
When he had seen Helen there, Paul thought his aunt had declined her dinner invitation and that Helen had come to the party alone. It was in full swing when he and Cynthia arrived, and finding Cynthia's mother naked and ripe for tucking, he hoped to get some of her. He was ready, so ready for it! But now, here before him was his aunt, naked, aroused, and far more sensually beautiful than any of the other females he had seen. He had to explain, anything to control his body; he wanted to tell her that he hadn't been a part of Helen's and Cynthia's plans ... that he didn't know Helen would bring her there ... He was incapable of coherent speech, however, because of the way he felt about his own aunt!
"Aunt Cathy ... Please ... I must tell you..."
"Paul, darling!" Cathy cut him off, trying desperately to still the raging fires of passion in her heatedly aroused body. Was he ashamed of her? He couldn't be, no, not ashamed! She was a woman, alive of flesh and blood, and she was hungry and in need of sexual fulfillment. He could see that, she was certain, for his hard wildly throbbing young cock lurched even larger as his eyes stared lustily at her pubic mound. And she couldn't stop herself from holding her arms out to him, beckoning him to come and fuck her till he drove her out of her mind.
Her body was soft, warm, loving. Her softly firm breasts burned holes in his chest, and her thighs, sleek and vibrant, squeezed his painfully aching cock between them. Oh, God, he had to have her! Heated, moist, her wispy brown pubic hairs brushed seductively over his erect penis. "Aunt Cathy ... God, I-I want you! I want to fuck you!" And he did want her wanted to fuck her more than any woman or girl he had ever known.
His words sizzled in her brain like answers to the demanding tongues of fire licking at her body. She wanted him too, she could not deny it. And she felt powerless, unmercifully helpless to resist the terrible truth. She had watched him fucking his teenage girl friend Cynthia and had really told herself at that moment that she could give him more! She wanted to have her nephew's rigid young cock fucking into her. Yes, oh yes yes yes! It throbbed with life, his flesh, their family blood, between her thighs. Was it wrong? Was what she wanted so desperately wrong? Didn't she feel more like a woman than ever before in her life? Ooohhh, yes dear God! Yesssss! Paul darling! Ohhh, darling...
Powerless to stop the terrible heat of their passion, they knelt nakedly together, face to face on the soft floor, and her hand lovingly stroked his throbbing manliness; his hand slowly moved up her tender inner thighs to her warmly palpitating pussy.
"You're ... So ... Good ... so wet and hot between your legs ... Aunt Cathy." His fingers slipped through the softly curling pubic hair and found the curving slit of her heatedly moist vagina, and he brushed the tips across the tiny hardened bud of her clitoris.
"Ohh, yessss ... darling ... Ooohhh, yesssss!" She was going to burst from the pressure in her belly as she felt his fingers probing upward into the wetly quivering mouth of her cunt. His face was pressed into the softness of her breasts, and his hot young mouth nipped at the hardened tips, sending electric bolts of pleasure coursing through her trembling body. There couldn't be any waiting, no time for second thoughts. All that mattered was having each other, their bodies joined together for the ultimate physical pleasure they could give and receive. The others in the room didn't matter compared to the young aunt and her nephew's overwhelming needs. Their movements flowing as one, Paul lay on his back while his aunt hovered above him, her thighs wide apart and kneeling on either side of his impatiently squirming young hips. His lust-swollen, wildly jerking cock was pointing straight up toward her moistly splayed cunt, and she held the long hard rod of flesh tightly in her hand, moving the blunt purple head back and forth to part the hair-lined slit of her hungry cunt.
"Ohh, Aunt Cathy, now! Got to fuck you now! he moaned, and he thrust his hips off the bed, trying to drive his desire-hardened cock into the slick wetly pulsing lips of his ravishing aunt's openly spread vagina.
"Oooooohh, darling! Fuck it for me! Now, yes, now!" she answered, and she reached down with her hand to part the lips of her trembling cunt, clearing the way for his entrance. She hesitated for only an instant, one short moment before she plunged her open pussy mouth down on her handsome nephew's massive thickness. And it fucked up into her like a telephone pole, expanding the tightly resisting orifice between her thighs until she thought it would tear her open. Buffeted by pain, she still felt a sense of pride that Paul was a bigger man penis wise-than any other male she had seen at the party.
"Ooooooohh, God! Aaaaaagghhhhh!" Cathy groaned as the huge blood-engorged cock lurched just up inside her tightly constricted passage. Trembling uncontrollably, she slowly lowered herself over him, wanting all of his male flesh probing around deep up in her belly.
Paul raised his head up to watch his long hard cock sinking into his young aunt's pinkly clasping cuntal mouth. And it felt good, and right, and powerful! The tight, wet walls sucked him up inside her warm channel, covering his lust-swollen young staff inch by wonderful inch. Warm and wet and pulsating hungrily, the sensation of his entrance made his young body a raging river of boiling excitement. He couldn't hold back. Not for another second! He had to fuck her now! And he lurched his hips off the mattress floor, thrusting the whole hard length of his massively throbbing cock upward into her fiery hungering depths.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhh!" she wailed louder, feeling every wrinkle of his fleshy thick penis as it filled her to the base of her belly. She had no idea he would be so big, so wonderful, and she ground her love-starved loins down over his thinly-haired young pelvis, feeling all of his hot length inside her grateful cunt. She wanted to be fucked, more than ever, fucked good by her wonderful handsome nephew.
Through half-open eyes, Helen had watched the confrontation between Cathy and her nephew with great interest. Her plan had succeeded in bringing out Cathy's true nature, almost too well! Yet the incestuous contact between aunt and nephew was fine with her, as it tied all the loose ends together. It was pleasure in its most beautiful form, and she knew it by experience. She, too, wanted to be fucked by young Paul, but she was glad to wait her turn, to wait until Paul and his aunt had finished sharing each other's beautiful young bodies. Helen's eyes rolled up then as she felt her daughter's tongue licking and swirling insistently up between her open legs, but before the pleasures in her own wantonly aroused body completely took control, she did see the other person entering the room. And she knew instinctively that Cathy was due for even more than she had bargained for.
Drake Allen was not aware of the relationship between Cathy and Paul, but even if he had it would have made no difference. He was looking for Cathy, and finding her in the process of fucking another, mattered little too. He could wait, or better yet, join them.
"Oooohh, yesss, Paul darling! Fuck me hard. oh, hard!"
Shamelessly aroused now, the young aunt was bouncing her rounded buttocks up and down as she knelt over the boy, her legs out wide, tensed, as she took him deep into her wetly clasping cunt: and Paul was fondling her breasts, one in each hand, as he raised and lowered his hips rhythmically fucking her back. Drake moved closer and around behind the attractive young woman, his eyes staring at the whitely glistening ass-cheeks, clenching and unclenching as she stroked up and down on the virilely hardened penis. Intermittently he could see the tiny hole of her puckered anus, just above the cock in her wetly glistening cunt, and abruptly he wanted to fuck her there. Her ass-hole is still virgin, he thought excitedly and he would be glad to put the final touches on the de-flowering of Cathy Rogers.
"Lean forward, Cathy dear! I'm going to fuck your ass-hole!" Drake whispered in her ear.
The long, rhythmically stroking cock in her wetly heated vagina was all that Cathy thought about at first, as she felt her passion and spirit unbounded, freed beyond her wildest dreams. But when she realized Drake Allen was present, her mind became filled with other thoughts too. She was doing something unnatural, even though she loved it. and she knew that she had to answer to herself for the terrible desire in her soul. And when Drake spoke, making what he wanted to do to her perfectly clear, in her lust deranged mind it seemed the perfect answer. She had watched Helen become like an animal as that man named Len had fucked her in the rectum the other night, and now, Cathy, too, felt she had to try something like that. Yet, this was going to be different, for she wanted at the same time to be fucked in her lust-hungry cunt! It would be hell, a terrible punishment and final absolution for her sins.
"Yessss, Drake..." Cathy gasped as she took her nephew's cock deep in her belly and leaned forward. "Fuck my ass-hole toooooo!"
The blonde host needed no further encouragement, and without hesitation, he knelt down between Paul's legs and Cathy's slender calves. His cock was fully erect, more so than when he first had taken Cathy that evening, and he stroked it in his hand as he leaned close to the tightly puckered little opening between her buttocks' cheeks. He knew she had to be prepared, but he was so excited by the prospect of fucking her virgin rectum that any real delay was unthinkable.
The shapely young secretary was ready for him, as she reached back with both hands, pulling the smoothly rounded cheeks of her buttocks wide apart. Her teenage nephew's cock was pressing against her cervix, jerking and anxious and she wanted him to fuck her quickly and hard the moment Drake entered her. She felt Drake's finger probing against her virgin anus, the tightly resisting ring of flesh holding, then giving way, and she leaned down, forcing her anal muscles to relax as she was prepared for the most humiliating, yet the most sensuous, subjugation of her body she had ever known.
"Uuuuuuggghhhh!" she grunted as his fingertip slipped tenuously into her rectum, and the pain lessened slightly as he wormed it slowly around up inside the smooth, rubbery walls to stretch her anal passage and prepare it for the greater entry to come. The combination of pleasure-pain that racked her body was overwhelming, and she began fucking back against the two fleshy staffs, wantonly needing two cocks fucking up into her belly at once. Within seconds he pulled his finger from her rectum, and she felt her buttocks pulled wider apart by his thumbs, then a tremendous pressure against the defenselessly puckered little lips up between them.
"Ooohhhh, God, ohhhhh, it hurts! Ooooooohhhhh!" she moaned and moaned, but she pushed her hips back nonetheless. Drake held her shoulders as he shoved hard forward, his invading cudgel stiff and eager to enter her heated little rectum. For a moment it resisted, but shoving forward with all his strength, he popped the thick head of his blood-filled cock just up inside the elastic-tight ring of softly puckered anal flesh. He was stretching her to almost impossible size, her anal ring like a tiny rubber band stretched around his lust-thickened penis; determinedly, he flicked his hips forward again and again, slowly but definitely driving his long cock up her ass to the hilt.
"Uugggghhh ... Aaagghhh ... Aaaaaggghhhh!" Cathy cried in agony over and over as the searing pain streaked through her body, his jerking penis boring into her rectum like a red-hot poker. It drove deep into her hotly clenching anus, filling her beyond belief, a second long swollen cock fucking up between her legs. She thought she was being ripped in half, the pleasure-pain wracking her spine and surging out over every part of her body. But then, moments later, her cries turned from helplessly pleading whimperings to abandoned sobs of ecstasy as she felt both powerful poles of heated male flesh throbbing and pulsating together deep up inside her quaking belly. She groaned out loud as she realized fully that both Drake Allen and her nephew had impaled her like a harem slave of old between them, their cocks now separated only by the thin fleshy membrane dividing her cunt and rectal passage. Then, waiting only a moment, they began to tuck up into her dually filled channels in unison, their timing somehow coming together as they both withdrew their long, wildly throbbing penises until only the heads remained lodged up inside her; Drake's cock held by the tightly clenched sphincter muscle of her rectal mouth, and her nephew's massive shaft by the thin, curl-fringed lips of her insatiable cunt. Then they both fucked back into her simultaneously, driving deep up into her. and their lust-hardened cocks pushed and rubbed against each other along the parallel channels of her passion-slickened cunt and rectum.
"Oooooohh, God, yesssss my darlings! Yessss. ohh, yeeessss!" Cathy moaned. "I want more, oohhh, more!"
They gave her more, fucking her like a rag doll between them with the constant rhythm of lust, and her body became like a river of molten lava, heated, boiling, ready to pour out a sizzling flood of passion. Again and again they pounded against her widespread loins, each to its separate orifice, each working together in spectacular harmony. She didn't want the ravagement to ever end ... She loved it ... Oh. God. she loved it!
Helen Rand was enjoying a passion feast of her own, but it was heightened by the lewdly stimulating sight before her eyes. While her daughter Cynthia was furiously licking into her cunt and getting fucked dog fashion by the man named Dan, from behind, Cathy Rogers was being sandwiched between her nephew and her host. It was a sight worth remembering to see the two men fucking their huge hot cocks into Cathy's impossibly wide-stretched loins. Their fucking was becoming faster and faster, all three of them grunting and groaning their mutual ecstasy as they obviously neared orgasm. Helen thrilled at seeing her girl friend's ripely full breasts swinging and bouncing from the force of the two cocks sunk deep up in her welcoming young belly; the young aunt's mouth was open, her tongue licking furiously around her red lips. She was near, definitely near, and the salacious scene was so overwhelming, so wantonly stimulating that Cynthia's mother felt her own release coming upon her with fantastic speed.
Meanwhile, Cathy shuddered and groaned as she felt the growing spasms in her belly building and wracking her with magnificent splendor. Never had anything been so wonderful, her nephew and Drake Allen fucking her body with their huge, wonderfully throbbing cocks, filling her belly with their lust-hardened flesh. With accelerating quickness, she felt herself soaring as Paul drove his cock deep into her contracting cunt, the thick head swelling to tremendous proportions as he grunted and twisted beneath her.
" O o o h h h h ... I'm going to ... Cummmmmm!"
"Yessss, my darling, yessss! Cum, cum, now ... now ... now!! "
The first white-hot blast struck deep in her sizzling womb, her young nephew's crazily jerking cock spilling out his super-heated sperm in the depths of her wildly rippling cunt. A split-second later Drake Allen shoved his massively pulsating penis down, his groin pushing hard against her thrashing young buttocks, and the head buried so deep in her rectum expanded to suddenly explode and fill the whole of her anal passage with his hotly gushing male semen. That was it! She was there too!
"Ooohhh, yesssss! rmnimcuuunimm iinngggg!" Her body erupted in a shower of madly spinning sparks at the moment she fell the two hot streams of cum shooting into her belly, and she was there! Suddenly, she was floating, a mass of exquisite sensations wracking her nakedly writhing body. Cathy rammed back once more on the two hard, liquidly foaming cocks, bucking and heaving as she rocketed with a passion that had only awakened tonight. Her rectum sizzled, her entire body quaked with unbounding joys. This was what she wanted. Physical pleasure, lusting passion, and her handsome nephew's cock pumping his virile young sperm into her ready and waiting belly through every opening in her body. It would never end! Never, never, never, never, never!
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Miss Rogers? Will you come into my office please...." the voice squawked over the intercom.
"Right away, Mr. Hendricks...." Cathy answered after pressing the button. It had been a week since she returned from her eventful weekend in the Blue Ridge Mountains, and not once had her boss Bart Hendricks asked her out. But at that moment she recognized that unusual lone in his voice he always had when something other than business was on his mind. She stood up from her desk, pulling at the hem of her skirt before picking up her steno pad and walking to his office door.
"Dictation, sir?" she said as she closed the door behind her.
"Of course..." he answered casually, and he leaned back in his oversized chair, his eyes following her sensual young figure as she sat down beside his desk. Ever since she had gotten back from the long weekend, he had been wondering about her. She seemed different, but just how he couldn't be sure. Unbelievably, she appeared even sexier, if that was possible, and sometimes when she looked at him. it was almost as if she was examining him. Such actions had not been characteristic of his pretty brown-haired secretary before.
She was sitting in her chair in such a way that he could almost see up between her firm, white thighs; her short skirt exposing more flesh as she crossed her legs, and she was not shyly looking down but meeting his gaze directly. It was time to try again. "Before starting this letter ... I'd like to know if you'd be free for dinner tonight?" he asked hurriedly. He expected her to frown as usual, but she was smiling.
She had changed, and it was bothering him, Cathy thought. It even seemed funny, after hearing the same request so many times before, not to feel frightened and nervous. Helen had done a lot for her, and for that she would always be grateful. That eventful night a week in the past she had shown Cynthia's mother her gratitude and, of course, it was only the beginning. But now, Cathy saw another opportunity which when presented so many times in the past, she had not understood its real worth. Business and pleasure could mix, and for her it could be quite profitable.
Cathy shook her head, enjoying the sudden frown that crossed Bart Hendricks' face. So he hadn't expected a "no" reply. "Tonight, Mr. Hendricks is out of the question..." she answered with a smile. Then looking him directly in the eye, she went on, "How about tomorrow night?"
Cathy wanted to laugh at his bowled-over expression, but she just kept smiling as he nodded yes. She thought it would be interesting to date her boss, but she would only do it on nights that Paul was going out with Cynthia. But tonight was out of the question. Paul was going to be home and he had already made plans to spend a special evening, a heavenly evening, with his loving aunt a "guardian angel" if there ever was one.
