"Oh, my sweet baby-what a lovely little girl you are!"
Father's voice was muffled with booze and fatigue as he gazed upon the nubile form of his luscious sixteen-year-old daughter, posing prettily in the pale-blue shortened nightie he had bought her.
What a relief it was, and a pleasure, to come home from his stinking, grimy job to such a sweet, charming, obedient child. And so beautiful! Her golden-blonde hair hung down, tousled, just past her bare shoulders and curved appealingly about her delicate collarbone. Her skin was alabaster-smooth, with nary a mark nor blemish to spoil her voluptuous teenage freshly-scrubbed innocence.
The girl's misty-blue eyes searched appealingly into his own, slightly bloodshot orbs, and he started guiltily at the unbridled lasciviousness of his thoughts. Wasn't it bad enough that his wife had just left him in disgust and threatened to take his angel away from him if he didn't clean up his act? Did he have to slave away all day long in the hot sun and then come home to be tormented by the vision of his darling daughter's perfect, budding breasts and fuzzy little pubic mound beneath the translucent nightgown, too?
"Daddy?" came her divine, soft murmur. "Can I go to bed now? I need to ... to sleep!"
"Certainly, sweetheart, you trot right off to your warm, cozy bed. Daddy's gonna sit up for a while, honey-he's got some heavy thinking to do!"
CHAPTER ONE
Kathy Sinclair squirmed against the car seat, locked in a furious embrace with her boyfriend.
"Rob, please ... don't!"
"Kathy honey, you don't know what you're doin' to me ... baby, you've just gotta let me ... "
The beautiful sixteen-year-old girl sighed dreamily and felt her voluptuously budding young body relax against her boyfriend's straining urgency. If she shifted slightly, she could just feel his warm stiffness vibrating with need against her tingling thigh. She felt a wave of love flow through her body as she gazed into his embarrassed, lust-glazed eyes. He really did need her, and he was such a sweet boy. If only she hadn't promised her father ...
At the memories that thought triggered, a frown darkened Kathy's pouting, unconsciously sexy features. All the unfortunate events of the past year came flooding back to her at once. Her father's failing business - an independent service station losing ground to the gas crunch-creating such unbearable tension in the Sinclair home that Kathy's mother had left after one too many violent fights and gone to stay with her sister in Tallahassee. Now Kathy lived alone with her father for the moment, a sullen brooding man in his mid-forties who never spoke of anything, much less his recently departed wife. The young girl was barely aware of just what in fact had brought about this most recent split, and she certainly wasn't going to ask Dad about it.
To make matters worse, her school work had begun to suffer (her teachers at Miami High not being terribly sensitive to her home problems), and now Rob's increasing demands that she go further with him on each date were beginning to drive the poor girl to distraction. The urgings of her rapidly developing body were in total agreement with those erotic arguments, but Kathy knew that her father's wrath would know no bounds once he even suspected that she had gone this far with Rob. But now his body was pressed against hers and-God!-how she wanted it. Needed it. Needed to feel those hot, gusting blasts of release. When was the last time she had made it? Not since the night before last, in the bathtub, alone with a bar of soap and her nimble fingers. A shudder went through her body as she recalled vividly the intensity of her feelings and the hot fantasy she had used to make herself cum.
Oh, God, it was torture to be having thoughts like this with Rob so near! She could feel the beginning of her lubricating juices begin to flow, slightly dampening her thighs and the thin, silky crotchband of the white cheerleader panties beneath her short skirt. She needed him-she just had to have something!
Rob, sensing the subtle change in his young girlfriend's resolve, began to slide his experienced hands over her breasts. Kathy gasped with delight as she let his fingers roam over her large sweet melons, feeling the nipples rise to immediate attention at his delicate touch, even through the material of her light sweater and bra. It felt good, too good, and she knew that they were not about to stop until achieving some sort of release.
"Oohhh, baby!" the boy groaned, hotly aroused by this latest liberty and eagerly anticipating more. "I love you so much. I love to touch your beautiful tits ... oh, sweetheart!"
A shudder of naughty delight ran through Kathy at his words. She loved to hear him talk that way about her body, especially when he used the words.
"Wait a minute," Kathy muttered as she readjusted her position to reach behind her back, under the sweater, and undo the straps of her bra. Her tits jiggled slightly, freed from restraint and she emitted a small, delighted "Ooooh!" at the sudden freedom. She pulled the bra out from under her sweater and tossed it on the dashboard.
"Now the sweater, too," Rob said, pleading. This would be the clincher, and an accurate barometer of how far she would go tonight. The seventeen-year-old junior varsity athlete couldn't remember a time in his life when he had been hornier. She couldn't hold out on him forever, and, of course, he had the absolute certitude that when this baby finally cut loose, she would be a whirlwind of sexual energy. All his instincts told him so and, as starting quarterback for the Miami High Tigers, he had learned to trust his instincts.
Kathy gazed at him very directly for a moment, her wide blue eyes appraising the extent of his lust. Then she shook her shaggy head of blonde hair engagingly and giggled at the hopelessly hangdog horny look on his face. With one quick shrugging movement, she divested herself of the only garment separating his eager hands from her thrusting, proud, and luscious boobs. The sweater joined her bra on the dashboard.
"Oh, Kathy!" he moaned in gratitude, leaning forward to caress and stroke her trembling globes. His fingers traced light and delicate patterns over, around and on the rigid nipples as waves of pleasure made her close her eyes. This was the best ever.
Rob leaned forward and began to kiss the warm mounds. His tongue flicked out in ever-tinier circles until he was creating a vacuum around her left nipple and sucking it strongly.
"Aaahh!" Kathy moaned ecstatically, "that's it right there. Please don't stop!" Hot whirls of delight suffused her young body and she thought for a minute that she was going to explode right there and then, but the spasm passed. God, she could stand any amount of this, that was for sure.
She cracked her eyes open just enough to see the lust-inflamed face of her boyfriend watching her urgently. What she saw gave her the courage to reach one hand over to his lap and delicately clasp the hot, throbbing lump at the crotch of his jeans.
"Ohhh, Kathy-oohhh, shit!" His reaction thrilled the excited teenager and she began to vigorously rub the outline of his inflamed cock. It jumped under hand and she licked her lips in anticipation. Her trembling fingers reached for his zipper and pulled down while the catch at the top snapped open of its own accord and his huge dick sprang out, stiffened to its fullest extent.
"Wow ... oh, wow ... it's so beautiful!" she murmured, gazing at the exposed length of pink flesh now bared to her excited stare. She saw it give a slight lurch even as its owner absorbed the full import of her awe-struck compliment.
"Touch it Kathy, please, please touch it for me."
Her fist lightly circled the head of his cock, feeling the heat and the throbbing fury within just waiting to be unleashed. Kathy began a gentle pumping motion similar to the one Rob used when he was alone, and every bit as effective.
At the same time, Rob began to stroke the inside of her thighs, making the most incredible tingles run all up and down her budding young body. She heard his moans of delight as he lapped at her huge tits, and she waited breathlessly for what was coming next. Closer, closer, stroke, stroke-and he was there!
"Aaahh!" Her pussy lips fluttered with relief as his strong and gentle fingers applied welcome pressure in that overheated area. Almost immediately he began an urgent circular motion with his hand as her panties became soaked with her warm juices.
The two teenagers sat glued together in the car, parked on a thankfully deserted lane on the edge of Coconut Grove, unmindful of the hour, unmindful of the heat that was steaming up their windows, conscious only of the driving force that compelled them to frig each other at an increasingly faster rate until their hands were blurs on each other's bodies.
Finally Rob could stand it no longer. Groaning gutturally in unbridled lust, he lurched forward on top of his girlfriend and began thrusting himself insistently between her legs. He poked his nearly out-of-control cock toward the deeply yearning crevice where it belonged.
Kathy felt his huge battering ram at the very entrance of her cunt, pushing aside her soaked panty crotch, about to thoroughly deflower her virgin cunt, and for a moment she almost let herself believe that it was his finger. So great was her desire to be fucked, to melt at last into a quivering, pulsating pool of orgasmic release, that she almost let him push on ahead. But at the last second, just as she fell the head of his prick at the gate of her virginity, her resolve snapped and she wrenched herself away from her sex-crazed boyfriend.
"No-no, Robbie, we CAN'T! PLEASE STOP! I mean it!" She pushed him firmly away and sat back, composing herself through her ragged breathing.
"Jesus Christ!" he muttered disgustedly, contemplating his rapidly softening prick. "I don't believe it. I just can't fucking believe it!"
"Please don't use words like that, Robert," Kathy said icily. "It's bad enough I have to listen to my own father talk like that without hearing it from you, too."
His stare turned cold and he snapped, "You don't like it now, but it's good enough for you when we're playing with each other, isn't it? Then you don't care how I talk, do you?" He sighed resignedly. "Honestly, Kathy," he said in a different, wearier tone, "I'm not really sure how much more of this I can take."
Kathy felt a chill when he talked like that. Losing Rob would be too terrible to contemplate. Not on top of everything else! She leaned over to snuggle her frustrated boyfriend.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I know it's tough for you this way, but I don't have any choice. Think about how I feel. You make me burn up inside!" She sought his lips in a hot, lingering kiss and reached down to grope his slowly hardening prick, pumping it up again with several quick, short strokes. She made no move to recover her bra and sweater and Rob correctly interpreted this to mean that if he would settle for what they usually did, she would go along.
"Mmmff ... Oh, honey, what you're doing to me!" He could barely see straight for the heat and desire boiling in his lust-maddened loins. In a flash, his hands were all over her, squeezing her breasts, her thighs, feeling the trickle of renewed excitement wet her furry bush. Kathy broke away from his lips for a second and panted into his face.
"Okay. Now let's do it our way, honey."
She pulled away and sat facing him against the car's other door. Smiling seductively, she raised the hem of her short skirt over her thighs and up past her stomach. Lifting her ass off the cushioned upholstery, she slid her still-damp panties completely off of her long and graceful legs, finally tossing them to Rob, who slid his fingers in their gooey stains.
Her excitement building by leaps and bounds, Kathy thrilled to the expression in his eyes as he watched her slowly spread her thighs as wide as she could. She gazed quizzically at his flushed face and dropped one hand down on her pulsating swamp.
No preliminaries were necessary. She rummaged with her finger for a moment within her furry bush until she found what she was looking for her proud, pretty, upward-straining clitoris. With a long low moan of sheer passion, Kathy began to strum her aching clit with a short, choppy, circular motion. Aahhh! This was what she needed. This would get her off in no time. She arched her back against the car door and began to masturbate in earnest.
Rob fought the impulse to begin jerking his prick off at once, knowing that-in his highly agitated state-he would explode immediately, long before she was ready. So he contented himself with watching the most erotic sight his young mind could possibly have conjured up. Kathy, her eyes tightly shut, grunting little sounds of encouragement as her fingers worked faster and faster on her steaming cunt. Her bouncing asscheeks slid on the seat as she began to lubricate all over the place and he wondered if, the way her legs were spread, she could feel the cold, wet leather upholstery against her asshole.
He groaned uncontrollably and reached down for his rock-hard member. At that moment, Kathy's eyes opened.
"Do it," she urged. "Please-I want to watch you do it while I ... " Her voice trailed off for a moment as, dry-mouthed, she watched him circle his hand around his cock and start to pump, slowly at first, then gathering speed until his hand was a blur.
"Ooohh, Kathy! Kathy! It's so good ... soooo good!" He jerked his big prick with a nearly maniacal frenzy, very near the breaking point now.
"Rob!" Kathy's voice was heavy with choked passion, and urgent with her sudden need. "Rob ... talk dirty to me about what we're doing! Please!" There! She had said it. Kathy blushed to the roots of her hair. She had never asked him anything like this before, but the need to hear him talk about this incredibly dirty thing they were doing was overpowering. His fist speeded up.
"Oh," he began, "you don't like me to talk dirty to you until we're like this, and then it's okay, huh? You don't want me to fuck you, but you like to see me skinning my cock back and forth so I can shoot all over you ... and to say prick and cunt and-and-" He could feel the menacing cum boiling up inside him. "Oh, God-oh, Kathy, here it cums-I'm cumming! Shit! Fuck! I'm cumming all over myself! Here-here!"
He grabbed for her panties on the seat beside him and, clutching them in his fist, fucked his cock deep into them as it began to spurt. The streams of cum jetted forth from his pulsating cockhead and he groaned in ecstasy and relief.
"Oooohh, Robbie, I'm cumming too! Watch me cum! Ah! Ah Aaaah! Oh, blow on it honey, I'm cumming!"
He leaned over to watch her closely as she fingerfucked herself to a gut-wrenching cum, and his frustration and hostility spilled over into an even more aggressive lust.
"That's it you bitch. You like that, don't you? Finger that cunt. Finger it!" He blew his hot breath on her wildly pistoning fingers and smelled her hot pussy as it squished in uncontrollable spasms of orgasm. As she shuddered down from her peak, he reached out and placed his hand over hers, forcing her to continue the motions.
"Robbie, Robbie-I'm going again! Help me, HELP ME fingerfuck my cunt! Now-now-aahhh!" The pleasure was indescribable, it was too intense for words, but Kathy's unintelligible grunts spoke more eloquently than any words could have as the cum spasms wracked through her loins again and again. This was the best ever!
The vision of his teenage nymph-goddess still panting down from her self-induced orgasm made Rob's final spurts doubly satisfying, but again, as always, he felt the same sense of nagging frustration and emptiness he always felt after they jerked off together. He finished wiping the cum of his cock with her panties and threw them on the dash before handing Kathy her sweater and bra. She put them on in silence and they started the brief drive back to her home in South Miami.
What can I do, she thought to herself miserably, what can I do? I know this isn't enough for him, but I'm afraid to go further. If Daddy found out ... he would kill us both!
* * *
At that moment, Tom Sinclair-Kathy's father-was sitting at home, drinking and brooding about the state of his life.
"Shit."
There, that seemed to sum it up very nicely. Tom was a man of few words, but he chose them well. Shit was what his life added up to, shit was what was getting dumped on him all the time, and like shit was how he felt.
It just didn't seem right that a guy like him, who had sweated and strained and played by the rules all his goddamned life should be getting bad breaks like this. First the business goes sour on him, the goddamned Arabs were behind that. Then his wife nagging, nagging at him all the time about his drinking, as if he didn't have enough to worry about. Then, to top it all off, the stupid slut walks out the door on him over a stupid silly request. The only time he ever asked her to dress up like a little girl for him, and suddenly she gets all prudish and takes a walk! Calls him a pervert, like she was Little Miss Prude from out of the blue.
Was it so much to ask, a little added excitement? He was only trying to get himself going again, for the first time in months. That bitch never complained in the old days, when he'd be riding her like a stallion, fucking her goddamned haughty upper class ass like a Brahma bull! She never complained about his being a pervert then! Here he was trying to open up to her a little, trying to get himself revved up like in the old days, so she could have her quota of cums ... and little Miss Julie Sinclair ain't having any!
Well fuck her, man! Up the ass with a chainsaw, as far as he was concerned. Let her walk!
But, as he grabbed for another beer in the refrigerator, he knew that a good part of his bravado was pure bluff. He missed Julie terribly, and he was sore as hell at her for leaving, but he'd be Goddamned if he'd go down on his knees to any woman. No matter how tough things got!
Oh, well, he thought, things haven't gone completely to shit. Not as long as I have my little Kathy. The vision of her angelic blonde face smiling up at him brightened his spirits somewhat, and he remembered how cute she looked in that pale blue nightie he bought her for her sixteenth birthday. He remembered how she had blushed when he made her try it on in his presence and how he had derived a deep and lasting pleasure from watching her in it, just as he did now thinking about it. Tom stirred in his easy chair as the uneasiness of his thoughts overwhelmed him for a moment. Almost unconsciously, he reached down to his crotch, naked beneath a tattered plaid robe.
Nothing. Limp, but for a moment there had been a sort of tingle. Agghh, shit. Nothing worked in his life any more. Shit! Shit! Shit!
Rob pulled up the car in front of the Sinclair house and sat silently as Kathy let herself out and walked around the front to his side of the car. She leaned in the window.
"Rob ... " she began, "I'm really-"
Reaching to the dashboard, he grabbed the stained panties, forgotten there, and, in a sudden violent movement, threw them in Kathy's astonished face. Before she could respond, he floored the gas and zoomed away, fishtailing down U.S. 1 into the dark.
Kathy stood there, speechless. Rob had never in their entire relationship done anything like that! She felt stupid tears coming as she turned on her heel and half-ran, half-stumbled into the house.
The lights were on! That meant her father was waiting up for her. Oh no, she couldn't face his cross-examination tonight! There were times in the kinds of questions he would ask her, when it almost seemed like-but no, she must be a slut to even think that! Her father loved her, in his own gruff, fumbling way, and it was up to her to take care of him as best she could with Mom away.
As she turned the key in the lock and slipped in the door, Kathy heaved a sigh of relief. Dad was asleep. He lay sprawled in his easy chair, a forgotten beer lying in his lap.
Kathy's brow creased with concern. The old guy must have fallen asleep waiting for her to come home. It was after midnight. She reached over his lap for the beer can and, as she removed it and his hand fell away, the gap in his old robe parted! She could see everything! She stood mesmerized for a moment, gazing down at the unexpectedly lewd sight-her father, her own daddy's prick! A wicked shiver ran down her spine and she could not tear her eyes away from the massive (even though limp) member. It was even bigger than Rob's! The young girl's eyes widened further with surprise as she felt her hand, almost against her will, slowly reach out to touch the pendulous, thick daddy-cock.
I don't believe I'm doing this! But I must-I have to just touch it a little bit. He's sleeping; he'll never know!
On the instant her fingers touched the warm, pliant flesh, it gave a sudden jerk, seeming to lengthen before her very eyes.
"Oh!" she had time to gasp, and withdraw her hand just as Tom awoke with a start from his alcoholic slumber.
"Whassit? What's goin' on?" he muttered, barely focusing on his beautiful young daughter. "Sat you, angel?"
Kathy smiled, willing herself not to blush as she straightened up to throw the beer can away.
"Yes Dad-I'm home." She busied herself with tidying up a few things in the kitchen while her dad lurched up out of the chair, gazing down at his open robe and half-hard penis for a moment in amazement before hurriedly closing it up.
"Have a nice date?" Tom asked as the fuzz receded in his head.
"Oh, yeah, it was fine," Kathy said non-committally, anxious to avoid one of his parental quizzes that made her so uneasy, "I'm real tired though. I guess I'd better get to bed. G'night, Dad-" She tried to edge by him in the kitchen, but he grabbed her shoulders. It was as much to steady himself as to detain her.
"Kathy girl." He peered myopically into her wide blue eyes. "Kathy girl, you didn't let that boy get too far along with you now, did you?"
She felt herself blushing, and belatedly remembered the cum-soaked panties she still carried scrunched up in her fist. Oh, God, let him leave me alone!
"Answer me daughter! This is the Establishment speaking! How far did you go with Rob? Answer!"
Kathy's voice came out in a near-whisper.
"We just-we just played a bit, Dad."
"Did he get inside your panties, girl?"
"DAD! PLEASE stop! Don't talk like that-"
His voice bellowed out: "I'll talk any way I please to my own goddamned daughter and don't you forget it! You're not in charge of this fucking household yet! Did he fuck you? Did you fuck? ANSWER ME!"
Kathy could scarcely believe she was saying this, but her voice answered loudly: "NO! No, we didn't fuck! But I sure wanted to! I'll tell you what we did-we jerked ourselves off! Robbie watched me while I did it and I watched him! That's all I ever do, Daddy-thanks to you!" She pushed by her speechless father and ran, crying, to her bedroom. She slammed the door shut behind her and locked it, then threw herself down on the bed.
An hour later, Tom Sinclair staggered around the backyard, looking at his garden. When he was depressed and drinking wouldn't help, he often found that tending to his carrots and tomatoes would make him feel a little better. He found even just looking at the nice orderly rows of vegetables he grew for fun relaxing, soothing. Even in the middle of the night, like now. But first ...
Tom stopped short. He had to take a piss, but he didn't want to go inside to do it. Glancing around, he realized that he was in the rear of the house, standing next to Kathy's window. Grunting with exertion, he unzipped his fly and withdrew his large cock, heavy with urine, pointed it at the wall of his house and let fly.
The relief was tremendous but he found he had to stand closer to the house to silence the loud splattering of his piss as it struck the wall. He stepped over his garden to do it aid, as the warmly running yellow stream trickled out and died, he found himself staring directly into the bedroom of his teenage daughter.
He peered in through the darkness, and what he saw riveted him to the spot as his prick began to lengthen and stiffen at the sight.
Kathy lay nude on her bed, the covers thrown completely back. Her blue nightie lay alongside her, similarly discarded in the heat of passion. Her legs were spread wide apart, knees up so that the balls of her feet pressed against the beautiful rounded globes of her asscheeks. Her hands were very busy between her legs. She stared straight up at the ceiling, unblinking, concentrating furiously in her passion.
In that instant, as he gazed upon the incredibly erotic sight of his own daughter masturbating with an intensity almost frightening in a girl so young, Tom Sinclair was confronted by all the demons he had successfully suppressed up until now. He was being forced to view his little girl no longer as a child-but as a lusty, demanding woman giving vent to her desires with all the abandon of her womanhood. Caught up in the obscene and beautiful spectacle, Tom grabbed his erecting phallus in a trembling hand and began to beat off in time with his daughter. Matching her stroke for stroke, unmindful of any possible consequences, his frenzied eye darted over Kathy's voluptuous figure. He watched her large tits jiggle and their nipples point impudently toward the ceiling as she reached one hand up from between her legs to strum them individually and increase her pleasure. He watched the sweat bead up on her lower lip and her tongue sneak out to lap it up as her hand moved faster and faster. He watched her eyes slowly shut with a tense expression of absolute expectancy and her legs straighten out and point at angles to each other, pointing and flexing as she prepared to cum. And when finally she lifted her buttocks off the bed and came with her cunt staring him in the face, he joined her in a long, drawn-out spasm of release that drained the whole fibre of his being and covered his hand and his rutabagas with spurting, sticky sperm.
Tom slowly came to his senses as his cock dwindled in size. Dimly he took in Kathy as she finished her cumming with a few more hip jerks and finger tickles, and then settled over on her side, pulling the covers over her. She was peacefully asleep in moments. Her father stumbled back, trodding over his forgotten garden and making his way toward the front door, replacing his miraculously revived-and temporarily satisfied-prick back in his pants.
He could not sort out what had just happened between him and his daughter, albeit without her knowledge or consent, but he would have to do some very serious thinking about it very soon. In the morning. In the morning he would sort it out. But Tom Sinclair was much too tired now.
Oh, God, what kind of a man was he turning out to be? Why had his life suddenly turned for the worse? Where would be the end to all this madness?
CHAPTER TWO
Rob Caine walked dejectedly down 79th Street, one of the sleazier areas of Miami, while he waited for his car to be repaired. He walked aimlessly, riot really paying attention to where he was going, his mind filled with Kathy, his love for her, and his utter dissatisfaction with how their relationship was going.
He could relate to what she was going through-Christ, her family had enough troubles to fill up a soap opera! But denying him and denying herself what they both so desperately wanted was foolish and didn't accomplish anything. Except keep him in such a horny state he could barely see straight!
Suddenly his wandering halted and he realized that he was standing in front of one of the flashier-looking porno theaters along the street. He squinted up at the blazing neon marquee.
"ALL NEW TRIPLE X-RATED FILMS," it blared. "MALE AND FEMALE! HOTTEST SHOW IN TOWN!!" And beneath that: "The Management advises you that these films contain full frontal nudity and the realistic depiction of sexual acts between consenting adults. If nudity or eroticism offends you, Please Do Not Enter!"
A half-smile twisted Rob's lips as he looked at the poster advertising "Hot Blooded Virgin" and "Momma's Boy" as the main features, "plus selected shorts." He wondered idly whose shorts they might be. Then, giving the same half-embarrassed, half-amused shrug not unknown to his elders when entering similar establishments, the young boy squared his shoulders and marched resolutely toward the box office.
"One please," he said gruffly, trying to make his voice as deep as possible.
The cashier, a middle-aged horror of a woman with no teeth and badly dyed red hair, squinted at him.
"You eighteen?"
"Yes ma'am," he said, immediately cursing himself inwardly for the "ma'am." Jesus, what a nurd! Why didn't he say, "Yes Mother?" But the old harridan was apparently too eager to get back to her tabloid paper to bother checking his I.D. and she passed him through the turnstile after relieving him of three dollars.
Once inside, Rob was nearly knocked out by the smell of stale cigar smoke, Lysol disinfectant, and-well, whatever it was, it smelled pretty rank. These feelings passed, however, as soon as his eyes grew accustomed to the dark and he sat down midway toward the screen.
Holy shit! He had never seen anything like this in all his seventeen years. Up there on the movie screen there was a naked couple in their twenties, lounging on a waterbed. The girl, a strawberry blonde with very large tits, was sucking off a black man with the hugest dick Rob had ever seen, give or take a quick peek in the phys-ed locker room. How could she ever get that monster prick in her mouth without gagging?
When the black man was nice and hard, the blonde rolled around on top of him.
Surely she wouldn't be able to get the whole thing inside her cunt! Surely her face would contort any minute with a grimace of pain. But no, she was doing it all right, and Rob had seen Kathy's face enough times in the throes of pleasure to recognize that either the woman was enjoying it, or she was a very good actress.
As the blonde began to hump up and down on that massive pole, Rob became aware of his own sensations. Almost without his realizing it, his cock had stiffened into a painful hardness, ballooning his dungaree crotch like a Boy Scout pup tent. Instinctively he reached down to try and relieve the pressure and furtively glanced around.
Omigod! There was a middle-aged guy sitting not two seats away from him! Rob started up in his seat, rose, and moved another two seats further away. He felt silly at once, then sillier still as the guy glanced over and smiled at him. Feeling his ears flush red, the young boy turned his attention again to the screen.
The heavy, pink ass of the blonde was going like a Mixmaster by now, and the black stud suddenly turned her over on to her back and began to thrust into her pussy in a way that made Rob throb with envy and horniness. The couple looked like they were building to a climax and Rob felt his own juices hovering perilously close to the boiling point. He rubbed his jean-covered cock a bit harder, and began to wonder if he was going to cum right there in the movie theater!
He couldn't tell-being too mortified to look directly-but it seemed like the guy four seats away was looking at him very directly ... not watching the movie at all. Rob tried vainly to cover the huge bulge in his pants with both his hands, but that only made it worse.
At that moment, the man in the film reared up, pulling his climaxing prick completely out of the blonde's pulsating vagina, and began to spurt huge jets of cum all over her quivering belly. The girl reached down and massaged the sticky stuff into her cunt hair as poor Rob neared the breaking point himself. Even though the black man's cock had spewed out all the cum it had, it was still rock-hard ... and even though his cock was outside her cunt now, she acted as if she were having the orgasm instead of him. Rob couldn't understand why that was so, but then he didn't know everything there was to know about sex, and right now he was too hot to care!
He glanced over at his neighbor in the row for a moment, and his jaw dropped. Jesus! The fucking guy had his cock right out in the open for everyone to see and he was stroking the sliver of pink flesh sticking out of his trousers in such a way-well, as though he was trying to get Rob's attention!
Rob rose swiftly in a panic, no easy feat considering how his distended cock seemed to lodge in the most uncomfortable folds of his jeans, and he stumbled quickly up the aisle, not daring to look behind him.
He passed the candy counter (marveling that anyone would feel like eating in the face of such stimulation!) and made his way into the men's room, finally sinking gratefully into one of the two side-by-side stalls.
As he unzipped his jeans and let them fall down to his ankles, he reached down to grasp his enraged penis just as the bathroom door opened and someone came in to occupy the next stall. Rob tried to see if he recognized the shoes of the guy who'd been so shamelessly exhibiting himself before but it was no use. Well, fuck it! He would just have to be quiet.
Rob contented himself for the moment with a light stroking of his super-hardon while he let the exciting images from the film flood over him. As he began to grasp himself more firmly, he became aware of a curious sound coming from the next stall, like flesh slapping against flesh, and he suddenly knew what the other guy was doing. He couldn't decide for a moment whether this new development repulsed him or turned him on even more in a kinky sort of way, but before he got the chance to find out, he saw something that did frighten him.
Below the dividing wall, a hand was reaching under for him, its fingers wriggling with unmistakable significance. At the same time, Rob could hear pants and moans coming from the other side! Holy shit! He had to get out of here, fast!
His cock wilted into softness as his unknown companion touched the boy's naked calf under the divider. Rob jumped awkwardly up but it was too late. The man had gotten his jollies-his wheezes turned into gasps and cries of pleasure and Rob could see a sprinkling of semen hit the floor between the two toilets, accompanied by sounds of the man's deep and ragged breathing.
"Blow job?" came a thin but penetrating stage whisper from beyond the wall.
"Holy shit!" was Rob's involuntary reply, forced out from his diaphragm without him even realizing it.
"Do I take that correctly as a rejection?" the voice asked with a hint of humor. This was beyond belief!
Clutching his still-opened belt buckle with one hand and fumbling with the stall lock with the other, Rob raced at top speed out of the bathroom, out of the movie theater, and halfway down the block toward Biscayne Boulevard before he remembered his car and halted in the middle of the street, feeling like a complete idiot.
Here he was, upset, freaked out, still hornier and more unsatisfied than ever! And it was all Kathy's fault. If she would only come across for him just once, all this would have never happened.
With the twisted logic of adolescence buzzing around in his brain over a cauldron of frustration and resentment, Rob Caine glumly made his way back to pick up his car at the gas station.
* * *
"Angela, you've just got to come over right now!" Kathy was on the phone to her best friend in all the world, cute, dark-haired, bouncy Angela Morehead. "I'm just feeling so blue, I don't know what to do with myself!"
"I've got a few ideas, Kathy, if you've run dry already," came Angie's teasing purr over the phone. It was the voice she used to put boys on ... or turn them on, according to her mood.
"Come on, now, Angie! Be serious! I really need to talk to you about Rob. Can you come over?" The note of urgency in Kathy's voice was so sincere to be ignored or played with, and Angie took pity on her.
"Okay honey," she sighed. "I'll see if I can con my folks into letting me sleep over tonight again."
"Again? But you- haven't slept over here in over a month!"
"That's not what they think, Kathy babe. Where do you think I tell them I'm going when I spend the night with Tony? The zoo?"
"Oh, Angela!" Kathy felt herself blushing, as she always did at her friend's directness. She giggled, "You are a shameless hussy!"
"Kathy, grow up," Angie chided. "That's your whole problem with Rob anyway-you're still playing the blushing virgin. It's like you grew up in the middle ages, kid!"
"Well anyway, are you coming over or not?" she demanded, anxious to change the subject. In so many ways, Angie was so sophisticated and worldly, Kathy couldn't imagine why she would put up with someone who wasn't nearly so advanced. She got insecure just thinking about it, and preferred to discuss other matters with her friend.
"Sure, I'll hop by in about a half hour or so. Okay?"
"Great! See ya ... "
Feeling much better about everything now, Kathy hung the phone up.
"Uh, Katherine?" came the voice behind her, making her jump.
"Oh, Daddy!" How long had he been standing there? She avoided meeting his eyes, remembering their harsh words the night before. In fact, they had avoided each other all day long.
"Katherine, I wanna talk to you a second, baby." When he called her baby like that, Kathy just couldn't stay mad at her old man. It brought back too many associations from childhood. Happy memories, before the drinking started, before the fights and this weird undefinable thing started to come between her family.
Kathy looked up into his eyes. They were uncertain and gentle, now.
"Yes, Father?"
"Sweetheart ... I just wanted to let you know ... well, how sorry I am about what-what happened last night. I know you're still a good girl and, well, I haven't been feeling so great lately. I guess you know that. And I don't want to bother you with my stupid problems, but ... "
"Oh, Daddy!" Kathy's heart melted at hearing these unexpected words of contrition from her normally reticent father, and she threw her arms around him. "You know I love you! I understand." She paused and looked up at him, her eyes wide and serious. "And I'm sorry, too. About the things I said. I'll forget it if you will. Okay?"
Tom Sinclair gazed down at his lovely, nubile daughter. What a vision she was in her cheerleader outfit!
"Done, my little candy girl. You know your daddy loves you!"
She squeezed him again, even tighter, and Tom grimaced as he felt the warm mounds of her breasts pressing against him through her thin jersey. Unwanted, memories of what he had seen her doing the night before, and his reaction, flooded through him. The jolt of pure sensuality was so strong that for a moment it overwhelmed him-he reached down to her short skirt and panty-clad buttocks and gave them a firm squeeze with both hands.
Before she had a chance to react, Tom roughly pulled himself away and, hiding his flushed demeanor, went hurriedly into the kitchen to get himself another beer.
Kathy stood there a moment, not quite sure how to react to what had just happened-or had it? The squeeze on her hot little bums had been so very mind-blowing, she could still feel his grip on her, swift and unexpected, she didn't know whether to feel cuddled, warm and aroused, or what-so she settled for confused, and promptly put it out of her mind.
She watched television for a while, indulging in a few naughty fantasies about her favorite team of good buddy cops, and before she knew it the doorbell was ringing.
"I'll get it, Dad! It's probably Angie." She skipped over to the front door, heartened by the thought of having a whole evening to spend with her best and closest friend.
It was indeed Angela, and she wore her customary lounging around clothes: cutoff bluejean shorts, cut so high that the twin cheeks of her cute little behind peeked out (which drove the boys wild) as well as a sheer, undershirt-styled white tank-top through which you could plainly see her dark-nippled, ample jugs (which put the boys away completely). Needless to say, Angela Morehead was one of the most popular girls in school.
"Hi kid!" was her friend's perky greeting as she bounced in the door and made her way toward Kathy's bedroom, passing Mr. Sinclair at the refrigerator door getting his umpteenth beer. "Hi, Mr. Sinclair!"
He tossed her an ironic salute as she sauntered by, wiggling her ass in what seemed to Kathy a precocious manner. Sometimes she was put off by her friend's boldness, but not now. She was just so glad for the company.
In the bedroom, Angie plopped down at once on the bed, and looked around for something to eat. Sighing with satisfaction, she located the bowl of seedless grapes and bananas that Kathy had been munching on, and popped a grape into her mouth. "God, I'm hungry," she said, squishing the grape-juice around her mouth contentedly. "Every time I see Tony, I eat like a pig all day long. I wonder if that means something?"
"I don't know, you're the one taking Psychology," Kathy laughed. She went to put on a record. "Anything you want to hear?"
"Nah, nothing special. Some George Benson maybe-nice sexy soft-core jazz would be nice. I'm in the mood."
"You're always in the mood," Kathy chided her as she reached for an album. "Come to think of it, I've never known you when you weren't in the mood."
"I can't help it. Grapes make me sexy," she said, wolfing down another grape, squishing it noisily and theatrically between her teeth so that the juice dribbled down her chin. She laughed at herself and Kathy joined in.
"Grapes make you sexy. Tangerines make you sexy. Popcorn makes you sexy ... "
Angie sighed histrionically. "It's true, what can I say? Anyway we're here, I thought, to talk about your problems, not mine-right?"
"Oh, it doesn't matter. In fact, I'd rather forget about them for a while." That was the truth. Whenever she spent time with Angela, the young girl was so carried along by the momentum of her friend's banter and outrageousness that she could never stay depressed about her own problems for very long.
The stereo sounds of mellow jazz came through Kathy's sound system and both girls lay back on separate corners of the bed to bask in it.
"Boy," Angela began after a while, "the way he plays that guitar, you just know what he'd be like in bed, you know what I mean?"
"I guess so," Kathy said dubiously.
"A lot of people say that all good musicians are pretty hot in the sack, you know?" She sighed. "I wish that were true with Tony."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Tony can sure play guitar, but when it comes to-you know ... getting it on ... well, he's just kind of average."
"Really? You're kidding! But he looks so-so-"
"Yeah, I know what you mean! But he's really so inept, half the time I have to help myself along, sitting on top of him and, you know, just getting off on his cute face. I have to do ALL the work!"
"Wow, I never realized that," Kathy said, her head spinning from the lewd image her friend had just painted with words. She tried to visualize what their coupling must look like, and felt herself grow warm between the legs. "How come you've never mentioned this to me before?"
"Well," Angie began, flushing with embarrassment, "I guess I never told you because ... well, I know you have this hip image of me and it's always been one of my goals to pull you out of your virginal shell. I guess I was ashamed to admit that sex with me and Tony wasn't exactly everything I cracked it up to be."
Kathy felt a wave of affection for the attractive brunette. How sweet of Angie to confide in her this way! Just when she was feeling crappy about her own sex life and everything else. What a doll!
"Angie, you're adorable!" Kathy hugged her impulsively.
"Now you tell," Angela demanded. "I want to hear exactly what you and Rob do!"
Kathy began to blush. "Oh, I couldn't! I just-"
"Come on now, cut the crap! I told you all about me, didn't I? You owe me a juicy story. We can turn the lights out if it would help. You wanna do that? Come on, it'll be fun-like we were back in camp!"
She rose off the bed to put her plan into motion before Kathy could object. The room plunged into blackness and, in the time it took to readjust to the dark, both girls stripped off their clothing and prepared for bed.
Scooting under the covers first, Angela whispered, "Come on, slowpoke-I hope it doesn't take you this long to do everything!!" In a moment Kathy was beside her in bed, only a few scant inches and the sheets separating their nakedness. Kathy felt the bed begin to grow warm, or was it her?
"Now then, you promised me the details-what do you and Robbie do? I know you don't fuck, because you've told me that often enough. Come on, give!"
It was so reassuring there in the dark, alone with her girlfriend, that Kathy conquered her qualms. She felt that she could say absolutely anything in this room tonight, in fact she wanted to share her most intimate secrets with Angie. A quivering expectancy seemed to pervade the room as she searched for the words.
"Well, Angie, to tell you the truth-we don't do what you said ... "
"Now we'll have none of that!" Angie interrupted. "Use the words. Say fuck."
Crimson-faced in the dark, Kathy obeyed.
"Fuck," she whispered. Even saying out the word Angie used so casually, but which Kathy could only voice in the heat of passion, made her lower body feel all tingly inside. "Fuck, okay?" she said again, anxious to appear worldly to her friend and secretly enjoying a second tingle between her legs.
"That's better, now go on." Angie's voice sounded strange, deep in her throat and a little breathy.
"We don't fuck, although I know that Robbie wants to very much. And, well, I guess I do too. But what we do is ... first we get each other all hot and excited with kissing and trading tongues. Then, if we're parked in a really deserted spot like that field in the Grove, I'll take off my bra and unbutton my shirt. I like to see his eyes when he can stare at my, my tits without anything covering them. Do you ever feel that way? That you can get turned on just by being looked at?"
"Oh, don't I ever! I know just what you mean." Angela had surreptitiously worked one slim hand under the covers and had been oh-so-quietly treating herself to a few tickles between her pussylips. She fought to keep her voice level as she responded to Kathy. "Sometimes, when Tony looks at my body a certain way, I feel like I could almost go off that way, just from the expression on his face!"
Kathy had to stifle a moan at the thought of that image. She squeezed her thighs tightly together to assuage the carnal tickling which threatened to send her wildly out of control. Maybe talking like this wasn't such a good idea after all.
Angela's excited voice softly broke into her reverie.
"Go on, please! What does he do then?"
"Well," Kathy continued, "pretty soon it gets to the point where we just can't stand it, the sexy feelings, you know?"
"I know, I know," Angie moaned, the swishing of her fingers in her wet pussy growing more audible and urgent.
"By this time, he's got his fingers up my ... pussy, and he knows just how to work my clit so I feel like I'm gonna lose my mind from the pleasure. I've usually got one hand circled around his-" Her voice dropped to a whisper. "His cock. His big, sweet, beautiful cock. And I'm rubbing it up and down slowly, so I can feel it throbbing and pulsating in my hand."
Kathy heard Angie give a little grunt, and for the first time noticed the movement of her friend's naked shoulder. She instantly recognized the urgent, circular pattern that Angie's hand was tracing beneath the sheet-she knew it well enough herself. The sweet girl was masturbating! Trying to get herself off while lying only inches from the trembling blonde cheerleader.
Well, she could hardly blame her. Kathy herself was hot as a pistol and was seriously contemplating joining her friend in a masturbatory orgy, but shyness and her usual hangups held her back.
"Don't stop now, Kath! For God's sake tell me more!" Angie was so far gone by now, she didn't even care if Kathy could see or hear what she was doing to herself. In fact, a secret, depraved part of her deep down did want her friend to see ... to know just how hot she was!
The darkness in the room was almost negligible now, but each girl pretended that she couldn't clearly see the other's flushed, excited face, tense with arousal and urgency. But each girl was peeking to beat the band, and each peak brought them one step closer to the point of no return.
To hell with it, Kathy thought defiantly! I've got to do something or bust! She slid one hand down to her slick, throbby pussy in an attempt to pacify herself, but this only made her lovecream ooze down twice as fast, and a guttural moan escaped her lips.
"Ooooh!"
"What did you say, Kath? Huh?" Angela's throaty murmuring had descended almost to the level of one steady moan of happy sound. She was so close! Sooo close ...
"We play with each other for a long, long time. Then, Rob usually starts to get carried away and he wants to put his thing in my cunt. I never let him, but up until now he hasn't been too mad because we do something almost as good."
"What, Kathy, what?"
"Well, we lean against opposite sides of the front seat, you know? And I take off my panties and give them to him, and he uses them to-to-r"
"To what God damn it??? I feel like I'm gonna die!!"
Kathy drew a deep breath and plunged a finger into her wetly quivering hole. Her hips jerked up under the sheet and she reached another finger toward her asshole.
"He uses them to make himself cum! We both do it together! He watches me jerk off and I watch him ... and when I see him spurt I just go crazy! I cum so good for him, I cream myself down right in front of him and it's just so-ungh!-so fucking GOOD!!!"
Neither girl was in control of her reactions any more. Suddenly Angie reached up and yanked the sheet (soaked through with sweat by now) off of them both. Now both vigorously masturbating teenagers were revealed to each other's avid gaze.
"Kathy honey," the wildly excited brunette panted, "please don't be angry with me! I've just got to do it! You've made me soo fucking hot. Let's go off together, okay? I've just GOT to have it right now!"
Kathy was too carried away to reply, but her hand worked and worked ever harder between her widely-spread thighs. She couldn't believe how sexy it was to watch another girl doing herself at the same time. It was just as lust-insighting as her sessions with Rob!
With one hand, Kathy reached up to squeeze one of her tits, the tip pointed straight out with desire. She wanted to have both of her nipples stimulated, but that would mean removing a hand from her nearly-cumming cunt-and she would sooner have stepped in front of a speeding car at that moment!
"My tits ... my tits!" she moaned, not quite knowing why.
Angie saw her predicament and responded from instinct, without hesitation.
"Let me, baby-I'll do it for you!"
She reached over and palmed both of her teenage girlfriend's well-developed jugs enthusiastically, marveling at their resiliency and firmness. She pinched at the nipples lightly, creating a sort of suction with her palms that she liked on her own tits.
It brought forth the desired reaction.
"Oooomph! Angie! Oh, wow, it's starting! Here comes my cum!"
Unable to control her next impulse, not caring that she might be a lesbian or anything like that, seeking only to share in her beautiful and voluptuous friend's climactic spasms, Angela rolled over on top of Kathy's climaxing body and began to girl fuck with a passion almost frightening in its intensity.
Kathy let out a sudden shriek of orgasmic fulfilment.
"Again! I'm doing it again! Oh, Angie-fuck me! Rub me off with your cunt!! Here it comes!!!"
Her words dissolved into a symphony of grunts and gasps and the most fierce whine of satisfaction ever to have issued from the overwrought teenager's lips. It was more than Angie could stand. Opening her mouth wide to suck on Kathy's taut nipples, she reached down to redouble her frigging efforts in a mad effort to make her own cum while Kathy's cries of ecstasy were still ringing in her ears.
Kathy, calmed down a little by her tumultuous spend, saw that it was time to help her friend out in gratitude for the pleasure-filled throbs that were still slowly ebbing away.
She leaned over and, gathering her courage, dropped down between Angie's spread legs. Noting the trails of moisture showing slickly down her perfectly-formed thighs, Kathy closed her mind to the possible implications of what she was about to do and opened her mouth.
The tip of her tongue snaked out as she lowered her head toward her friend's frothy cunt. Angie held the lips of her labia open in a state of indescribable anticipation and waited.
The first touch of that warm, wet tongue on her overheated clitoris was probably (she thought to herself) the high point of her sixteen-year-old life. Nothing, nothing could be better than this.
With a growing woman's knowledge of just what would feel best on her, Kathy set to work with a fierce dedication and an abandon totally belying her years and her formally inhibited background. She exalted in the tangy, bittersweet taste and funky smell of her new lover's cunt in heat. She slurped avidly feeling the tension coil inside Angela like an over wound watch spring until her intuition told her that merely a few more expert strokes would do the trick.
"Kathy-Kathy-don't stop now! Just a little more, please! I'm gonna-I'm gonna-UNGHH!" She was there! Nothing could stop the tidal wave of release that now shuddered through young Angela's tender body. The cum spasms grew in intensity, one after the other, until they seemed like one giant throbby blast of release. Then, as Kathy's tongue-lashing grew lighter and slower, the spasms grew progressively fainter and further apart until, at last, she was finished.
Angie sighed a long, drawn-out sigh of complete satisfaction, rotating her hips to catch the last fleeting twitches of delight. Only then did she realize that her hands had been holding Kathy's head in a vise-like grip which must have been somewhat painful for the poor girl.
"Kathy ...," she began tentatively, knowing that an important gulf had been breached in their relationship, "you, uh, you're not mad at me or anything, are you?"
"Why should I be mad at you?" Kathy offered with the ageless logic of young love. "I needed it just as much as you did, and you helped me out."
Angie sighed with relief. "Thank you, sweetheart, for being so cool about it. I mean, we're so close in other ways, why can't we have our fun this way? Instead of fumbling around by ourselves or with our boyfriends, who-let's face it, kid-aren't the world's greatest lovers, we can have the best of both worlds. We love each other, don't we? So what's wrong with expressing it?"
Kathy thought she detected the thin varnish of rationalization dusted lightly on what to her was still an act of animal passion-passion she had thought herself above and able to control. But she decided to suppress the thought. They hadn't really done anything so wrong, had they? And if she could love Angie in much the same way she loved Rob, without all that pressure, what could be so evil about that?
Indeed, what that was bad could come of such an encounter between two young and ingenuous teenagers, pleasuring each other in the privacy of a secure bedroom? But the bedroom was not secure. Unbeknownst to either of the satiated girls, their movements had been observed! And by the one person least-equipped to deal with these circumstances! He thought of the ass-grabbing of his daughter. How could he feel this way about his own daughter? Had his incestuous feelings remained bubbling beneath the surface all this time, needing only the proper trigger to make them erupt to the surface? A trigger such as he had been handed the previous night-the opportunity to observe his daughter secretly as she masturbated. Wasn't it supposed to be sick to desire his own flesh and blood thus?
Tom couldn't bring himself to sort out the conflicts within him just now-he was too drunk. Or maybe it was the other way around: he was drunk so he wouldn't have to deal with his problems!
But one thing he resolved for certain-until he got himself and his feelings under control, he must let no hint of it become apparent to Kathy! How would she feel if, after all of his lectures on keeping her virginity and the value of virtue and self-control, he was revealed to her as a lust-ridden, hypocritical beast? That, to put it mildly, would just not do.
Feeling that the safest place for himself right now was his own bed (a sanctuary he had been increasingly loathe to leave these past few weeks; paralysis goes along with depression and booze), he tossed the remains of his final beer of the night toward a trash can (nearly making it) and started to trundle off to bed.
Just as he passed his daughter's bedroom door, the most extraordinary sound caught his attention. It was a low, wailing cry of deep emotion, accompanied by a low, dull, quick sound-much as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. At first he thought it was the beating of his own heart, or his imagination. But as he paused momentarily by the door, he heard it more clearly. It was panting! And little gasps of an uncontestable sexual nature!
Tom stood rooted to the spot, his heartbeat accelerating to a dangerous level, his face feeling the sudden rush of blood and heat. His palms were damp and clammy as, unable to help himself, he tentatively advanced one hand toward the doorknob.
It turned!
The door was unlocked-what an incredible break! As he softly eased it open, pushing it millimeter by millimeter as ajar as he dare, he could scarcely contain his wild excitement. Here again was a chance to slake, if only for a little while, the hunger which had become tantamount to a driving obsession with him-the chance to watch his darling little angel whack off again!
Slowly, ever so slowly, he widened the crack until, at last, he could clearly see everything inside.
Jesus Christ! This was too much! This was beyond fucking belief!!!
There in the dark, illuminated only by the shadowy light of a full moon, was his daughter in bed with Angela, her best friend. And they were indulging in the lewdest, most perverted act Tom had ever imagined or heard of!
They lay in the bed side by side, absolutely naked with the sheets thrown off of them. Kathy was indeed masturbating even more vigorously than the night before, and in full view of the other young girl!
In fact, Angela was massaging his daughter's full, straining breast globes in both of her hands, helping Kathy to get the most out of her obviously imminent orgasm.
"Oh, wow, it's starting! Here comes my cum!"
Angie continued to whisper endearing words of encouragement -to the young lass as she began her climax, but whatever else was said was lost on the girl's peeping father. His head swam and his eyes began to unfocus as he saw the dark-haired girl leap on top of Kathy and begin to pump away at her as if she were a goddamn man, fucking her!
Now that Kathy's cum was over, Angela began working on herself and-what was this??? His own daughter scooting between the legs of another girl and beginning to eat her out?!! Angie grabbed the blonde head between her thighs and held on for dear life as she prepared to deliver herself of-was this her first climax, or had they been at this for hours already?
Tom couldn't breathe, and he began to have the certain feeling that if he stood in that doorway a moment longer, he would not be able to control his actions. And he had no idea what they might be! Rage, lust, jealousy, anger at himself, his wife, his daughter all bottled up inside of him to the point where he felt like he must either yell bloody murder or die!
He staggered away from the door and strode through the living room, heading for the front door. He had to get out of the house fast, before God knew what happened. Don't wait, don't think, just run like hell!
He ran.
CHAPTER THREE
Madame Pompadour poured the tea with an elegant, graceful flourish. Though Pompadour was by no stretch of the imagination her real name, she was indeed a Madame in the truest sense of the word. Her entire being bespoke breeding, from the tips of her expensive French designer shoes to the manner in which she held the sterling silver teapot in her frail, eighty-year-old hands. Only her eyes belied the refined, soft-spoken air of gentility about her, for they were hard, and watchful, and took in everything.
"So, my dear," she murmured in a quavering, pseudo-British accent, "How have you been getting on since you came to work for us?"
Julie Sinclair shifted languidly, adjusting the folds of the sheer, pale pink peignoir that revealed more of her ripe, womanly body than it concealed. She paused before answering. Had it been a mere three weeks ago that she had walked out on Tom and the family? Did she have any idea then, could she ever have imagined that this is where she would be seeking refuge and solace from an unhappy, trouble-ridden marriage?
A chance conversation with her sister in New York who wrote for a national men's magazine, leading to her interview with the manageress of the most exclusive private bordello in the southeast? It was too incredible to believe! What had possessed her to come here, using the right code words, posing at first as an interviewer for that magazine, and seek out the madame herself?
There had been a few guarded questions and answers, in the lavish penthouse suite high atop an exclusive office building off Edgewater Drive, then-as the two women warmed to each other-increasingly bold and amusing anecdotes until, after over an hour, Julie's tearful confession that she was not a writer after all. She was an ordinary, frustrated housewife, running away from problems too big to handle.
The old woman had been so kind, sweet and understanding that a firm bond of friendship had been established between them. And somehow, quite naturally, the offer to spend some time in the madame's employ arose. Why not let Julie take the time she needed to sort out her life and her priorities in a luxurious, highly profitable environment, where she could safely give vent to all her bottled-up fantasies?
The idea-outrageous in its simplicity and implication-was tossed out to Julie in a moment when her middle-class values and sensibilities were at their weakest ebb. After she got over the initial shock, she had, incredibly, agreed to the proposal. What more dramatic way to possibly start a new life than to utterly toss away her old role?
But deep inside, Julie knew that she was at best stalling. Her concern for Tom, with all his problems and inadequacies, was real and continually tugging at her heart and mind. She missed her daughter Kathy with a palpable ache that never quite went away, and her weekly conversations with the family by phone (she was pretending to be staying with her sister 1500 miles away) were almost too poignant to bear. Very soon, some kind of decision would have to be made. A decision which would deeply affect Tom, Kathy, and herself forever ... and right now, she could not summon the will to make it.
So, as she reached over to take the teacup offered by Madame Pompadour, her mind full of thoughts, impressions, and uncertainties, she seized the one true thing she knew and, smiling, said warmly, "You have been so kind to me. I can't tell you how grateful I am."
"Nonsense, my dear. Your mere presence in our living room is an asset to the establishment. Not to mention those other, more, shall we say robust talents of yours!"
The charming octogenarian rogue (roguess?) was certainly right about that! Who would have imagined that she would take to fucking for profit so readily. It was exhilarating! She, who demurred even at saying the naughty words Tom had wanted to hear in bed, who had refused indignantly when he asked her to play little "games" with him to increase his lagging appetite-she was indulging in all manner of incredible perversions!
There was Mr. Edmund, who enjoyed playing the houses imported pipe organ while Mrs. Julie Sinclair crouched below the keyboard, playing an organ of quite different dimensions. There was Mr. Panacea, who delighted in quoting excerpts from the work of Edgar Allen Poe while he thrust his (fortunately) tiny prick up her virgin asshole. She would croak out, "Nevermore!" at the appropriate moment, he would gasp and shudder fitfully as he poured his seed into her quivering rectum, and she would mentally calculate the day's profits while simulating orgasm.
Men were such fools, really, when it came to sex, and staggeringly easy to manipulate. Not that her tenure as a high-class hooker had been totally joyless thus far ... Madame Pompadour had an uncanny knack of steering just the right male customers into her boudoir from time to time, as a special treat. The ones who could make her squirm with ecstasy and rouse her to the spending point even as she was supposed to be taking care of them. Julie unconsciously licked her lips at the thought of some of those encounters, and the madame caught the gesture, gleam in her eye. Julie knew that that gleam came not from prurience, but from the old-world desire for all of her chattel to be happy, much like that of a medieval lord.
"I can't deny that I've had my share of laughs-and more sensual fun-since I've been here, Madame. It's only that-"
"You still haven't made up your mind about which direction you wish to go in. Perfectly understandable, my dear. Let me just reiterate my desire for you to stay here with us as long as you feel comfortable and as long as it suits your purpose."
"Thank you, Madame," Julie said warmly, meaning it. "You make me feel much younger than my thirty-six years, I'll tell you that!"
"And you, child, make me feel positively ancient when you say things like that!" She chuckled dryly. "But that, I suppose, is the function of youth. To make the old feel older, and pave the way for your brave new world. But dear me," she observed with a mocking twinkle. "I do wax philosophical. And we can't have that in a house of pleasure. Come, child. There is work to be done!"
Julie sprang up out of the over-comfortable Louis IV chair with an eagerness that surprised even her. She followed the madame out of the private den where they had been relaxing, and into the huge living room where most of the bordello's clients were greeted and screened.
A few of the other ladies employed by Madame Pompadour lounged about, gracefully reclining on sofas or draped over love seats in an attitude of carefully posed nonchalance that only hinted at the provocativeness to follow once the "fish" began to nibble at the bait.
One or two of the girls smiled up at Julie, either in leisurely greeting or in encouragement. They knew she was up next.
"I don't believe you've met our Mr. Perkins, have you dear?" Madame whispered in a semi-confidential and amused tone. "He is one of our regulars, but he hasn't been in for a while. Just completed a rather lengthy stay in the hospital, you know! Quiet extraordinary gentleman. I think you'll find him amusing."
"Just out of the hospital?" Julie inquired with raised eyebrows. "Are you sure he'll be able to-well, you know, that he'll be all right?"
Madame smiled indulgently. "Child, Mr. Perkins will outlive us all! Go on ahead and take your cue from him. Room number four."
Julie felt a tingle of anticipation run through her as she walked down the plushly carpeted corridor toward her appointment with the mysterious Mr. Perkins. She marveled at the madame's style and sense of humor about her profession, and also at her own positive, even enthusiastic reaction to it. Was this to be a trick or a treat? The next few moments should tell, she thought tremulously as she pushed open the thick mahogany door into Room Number Four.
Mr. Perkins lay on the bed, dressed in a white hospital smock. The bed was cranked up at either end. By his bedside stood a nurse's tray with various medicines and apparatus, next to the bed was a pole supporting an I.V. bottle. The needle, Julie was relieved to note, hung down unattached to his arm.
Mustering all the professional aplomb she possessed, Julie smiled brightly and spoke the most appropriate words she could think of.
"Good evening, Mr. Perkins. And how are we feeling today?"
Mr. Perkins grinned in happy response to her general appearance and her choice of words, and pointed to the closet where a starched white nurse's uniform hung waiting for her.
Nodding coolly, but inwardly straining with the effort to keep a straight face, Julie walked over to the closet. Coolly and with professional deliberation she let her frilly nightgown drop to the floor, giving her "patient" only a brief glimpse of her magnificently preserved, full breasts, taut tummy, sleek thighs, and-just a peek-her luxuriant black Mound of Venus.
Mr. Perkins beamed away and, when he spoke, his voice was unexpectedly high-pitched. The combination of his short, chubby body in the hospital gown, his chipmunk cheeks and spectacles, and now this Mickey Mouse voice was almost too much for Julie's composure.
"I'm feeling much better today, Nurse. But I'm still having a little trouble with-you know." He glanced up at her hopefully.
Julie didn't have the faintest idea what "you know" signified, and for a moment she must have registered an utter, complete, blank, non-comprehension because Mr. Perkins nodded toward the instrument tray and repeated, "You know! I think I might need some more help." He nodded again, and this time Julie understood and followed his glance.
Sure enough, there it was! The pink enema bag and hose rested neatly in the conveniently provided bedpan on top of the tray. Oh, boy, this was going to be some treat!
"Of course, Mr. Perkins, let me just make you a little more comfortable here."
"Use the straps! Use the straps!" he squealed in premature anticipation.
The straps? Oh, yes ... there they were, hanging above his arms and legs. Leather straps on chains, hanging from the ceiling, something like a gynecologist would use for a female examination. Lord, this was one for the books, Julie thought as she diligently strapped the tubby little man into place.
Feeling faintly ridiculous, but conscious of the need to maintain her cool, motherly nurse's demeanor, Julie surveyed the middle-aged man's trussed-up condition. His arms and legs were flung out in separate directions, he looked like he was being prepared for some kind of barbaric rite, and he was grinning from ear to ear!
"All right now, Mr. Perkins, are you comfortable?" He giggled assent. "Very well then. Let's see if we can relieve some of your problem here. As you know, regular high colonics are extremely beneficial to the system for promoting-er-irrigation and allowing your bodily fluids to, ah ... seek their own level." Julie hoped that barrage of gobbledygook would pass unchallenged, and it did. Mr. Perkins was as happy as could be. In fact, he seemed to be regressing in years before her very eyes.
"Oh, goody! Goody!" He thrust his bottom forward encouragingly, and Julie couldn't help noticing the quite respectable size of his manhood, quite out of proportion to the rest of his roly-polly configuration.
"Easy does it now, Mr. Perkins. We don't want to move around too much, do we? We don't want to dislodge our little hose."
"Oh, boy! That's it! Stick it right up my poop-chute! That's great, and now ... let her rip!!!"
Julie reached up and released the clamp on the hose, blessing her memory of the times she had to perform similar chores when Kathy was little, and the water flowed down to its temporary resting place within the bowels of the spread-eagled Mr. Perkins. Julie couldn't think of anything less erotic, but the gentleman obviously didn't agree with her.
His prick distended suddenly to truly remarkable dimensions, quivering and pulsating with sexual tension and Julie, being no fool, took her cue from his response.
"Hold that water in!" she demanded in her most stern, Head Nurse tones. "Don't you release a drop before I'm ready!"
"I-I can't!" whinnied Mr. Perkins, his ass shaking in all manner of contortions. "Please-please help me!"
"Very well, you big baby! I will help you, but just this once." So saying, Julie leaned over to cover his frantically throbbing cock with her experienced and soothing, deliciously warm lips.
As she began to earnestly suck the vibrating man off with the same expert motion that had always roused dear Tom to tumultuous explosions, Julie reflected that this really wasn't such a bad way to make a comfortable, if slightly absurd, living.
Mr. Perkins began gasping and bucking about as he neared release and Julie grasped both cheeks of his ass and started to knead them violently.
"Ark! OOf!! I can't-oooh, Nellie, here it comes!"
Not being exactly sure which he was referring to, his orgasm or the half pint of water about to explode from his rectum, Julie reached blindly and frantically for the bedpan while maintaining the suction of her eager mouth on Mr. Perkin's prodigious cock. She shoved it under his quivering buttocks not an instant too soon.
Mr. Perkins gave a high-pitched shriek and he exploded into orgasm and seemed to be cumming from everywhere at once! Julie gulped, nearly choking, and swallowed the gushing freshets of his semen as best she could while making certain that the bedpan caught the rest of his volcanic discharge from below. During it all, Mr. Perkins babbled on in falsetto, whining babytalk that would have had her convulsed in laughter if she hadn't so much to concentrate on.
At length, with a final sputter and wheeze, Mr. Perkins finished emptying himself into the various orifices serving him, gave a contented sigh and a final "Goo!"
Julie sat back, delicately wiping the remains of Mr. Perkins' own "goo" from her lips with a handkerchief, and watched the fat little fellow as he returned to reality. He almost seemed to grow up in front of her, transforming from a peacefully snoozing baby into the middle-aged, tired business executive he probably was.
Julie stopped herself with an effort as she found herself wondering what kind of man needed something so far-removed from reality to achieve his satisfaction. It was none of her business how he chose to get off; she shouldn't even speculate as to his line of business.
"Was everything to your satisfaction, Mr. Perkins? Are you feeling all right?"
His eyes seemed to focus out of the daze he was in and he smiled sheepishly at her.
"Yes, it was very nice, thank you, darling. Just what I needed." He shrugged his shoulders and said, "You're so much more helpful than ... the people at the real hospital. The nurses there just didn't understand at all. So I come back here."
Julie's brow frowned with concern.
"If you don't mind my asking, Mr. Perkins, just what is wrong with you?"
He glanced up at her in surprise.
"Wrong? Who said there was anything wrong with me? Do I look like a sick man?"
"Well, no, but-"
"I check into the hospital every few months for a rest! Have you priced a room at any of the Beach hotels, lately? Highway robbery! It's enough to make you plotz, those prices!" His face grew red as he continued to expostulate, "I would drop dead before I'd pay what those cocksuckers on the Beach are asking-!"
"Excuse me, Mr. Perkins," Julie began as she swiftly got to her feet and headed for the door, "let me just go and get someone to come in here and clean this up for you!" She backed up and turned, nearly bumping into the doorframe in her haste.
As she trotted off down the hall, she heard the whinnying rasp of Mr. Perkins as he went on.
"It's not going to be extra, is it, cleaning this up? Because the last time-Hey, where the hell are you going? I'm still tied up here! Nurse! Nurse!!"
An hour later, Julie was relaxing peacefully in Room Number Twelve (as far away from Mr. Perkins as she could get), when there came a discreet tap on the door.
"Come in!" she sighed languorously.
Madame Pompadour entered with an exaggerated show of caution, making Julie smile immediately.
"Hello dear," the frail old lady chirped. "Hope you're not suffering any unpleasant after-effects from our excitable Mr. Perkins."
"Not really, Madame. A few aspirins and a hot shower fixed me up just fine."
"Well, I've brought you something a little more substantial than that," the madame said, brandishing a well-filled brandy glass, "as well as a somewhat special request ... " Her voice trailed off, and Julie's curiosity was instantly piqued.
"Thank you very much," she said, gratefully accepting the drink. "Won't you sit down?"
"Not necessary, my dear. I'll only be a moment. I thought I might bring you something on the unusual side." Seeing Julie's twitch of apprehension, the madame demurred swiftly. "No, no, child, nothing like Mr. Perkins, I promise you! One of those is quite enough per night for anyone. What I had in mind was something rather special."
"Now you're teasing me," Julie chided the old woman with affection. "What is it?"
"A young boy," whispered Madame Pompadour mischievously. "We don't often get teenage boys at our little establishment, for obvious reasons. Our services are somewhat more dear than the average adolescent can afford. But this particular man is most unusual!"
Julie's eyes glittered with interest as the madame continued.
"This particular man-or boy, I should say as he looks to be about seventeen, came in not ten minutes ago. Terribly upset! And, if I'm any judge of horseflesh, randy as a bull. He pulled out all the money in his pocket and pressed it into my hand with the most sincere pleading look. Well, of course, it wasn't nearly enough to cover even one of our ordinary sessions-but he looked so sweet, and so helpless, that I suppose my maternal instinct overcame my good business sense, and I told him I'd see what I could do."
"And ... " Julie's heart was pounding from excitement and naughtiness.
"And so I'm seeing what I can do," Madame Pompadour continued dryly. "Would you be interested, my pet, in giving a healthy, attractive young man what I'm certain is his first full taste of the delights l'amoure?"
"Ooooh, my goodness, would I!"
"I take that to mean yes," she went on briskly. "Very well then, I'll send him along in a few minutes. And, my dear ... "
"Thank you Madame, yes?"
"Be gentle with the poor boy, won't you lamb? He looks so keyed up, and we want it to be nice for him. After all," Madame Pompadour squinted at the ceiling as if calculating, "he is paying what amounts to a small fortune by his standards for this first lesson. And remember what the Jesuits say."
"The Jesuits?"
"Yes ... that famous promise which is also a curse: 'Give me a boy when he is very young and you can have him after that-he is mine for life!' Crafty bastards, those Jesuits. Or is it the Mormons?" Her ancient face creased in bemused puzzlement, Madame Pompadour slipped out the door and was gone.
Julie lay back on the large, fluffy pillows and felt her thighs tingle with anticipation at the thought of what was about to happen in this very bedroom. A young, nervous stud was going to stumble in here, awkward, unsure of himself-but with such a case of the hots, he would be more than content to be guided by her in whatever she chose to have him do. Wow! What an enticing thought, to start some teenage boy on the road to becoming an expert lover.
Julie licked her lips somewhat like a big, fluffy, sexy cat waiting for her dinner as she watched for the door to open.
Finally, it did and there he stood ...
ROBBIE CAINE!!!
Her own daughter's boyfriend??? How was it possible?! What black joke of fate could have flung them together in a bedroom under circumstances like this?
Oh, God! If she could vanish through the floor and go straight on through to hell, let it happen right now!
However, nothing along those lines materialized, and so the seventeen year-old quarterback and the thirtyish housewife-hooker remained rooted to the spot, staring at each other in mute disbelief for what seemed like hours.
Finally, Julie managed to gasp out with parched lips-"Robbie!"
Rob opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out.
He tried again, with similar results, until it seemed like he was going to have an epileptic fit if he didn't manage to respond in some way very soon.
Remembering the brandy she still held in her hand, Julie offered it wordlessly to the boy. He took it with shaking hands, downing a long swig. Choking and fighting back tears, he handed it back to her and she finished it at once with one gulp.
The staring went on a few moments longer, and suddenly the absolute absence of anything pertinent to say began to strike Julie as amusing. Funny, how in the midst of potential disaster, the absurdity of feeling the ghost of a smile begin to creep across her lips, but there it was.
Rob continued to stare at the older woman as a confused jumble of thoughts railroaded into each other in his head, but he too felt his nerves begin to snap from the incongruity of the situation. A taut, answering smile began to etch its way across his frozen lips as well.
"Hello, Mrs. Sinclair," he managed, trying to get his vocal chords more or less under control. He groped for maturity, casualness, sought the throw-away phrase. "Uh ... come here often, do you?"
Julie's answering wince convinced the boy that he should have thrown that particular phrase away before he uttered it. He gaped and flapped his arms helplessly, even in his discomfiture becoming extremely aware of the luxuriant soft pillow-breasts, the slender waist, thighs merging up toward that secret, black shadowed vee-in short that Mrs. Sinclair was really quite a dish!
"Golly, Mrs. Sinclair, I don't-I didn't mean-oooh, shit!"
Even in her moment of supreme embarrassment, her heart went out to the poor boy. He looked so adorable standing there with a super hard-on and a pounding head and not knowing which one to try to alleviate first! It might well be the end of her marriage and the end of her life as she'd known it in Miami, but that surely was not this adorable boy's fault. A mad, titillating idea began in her brain, rapidly spreading to ever more delectable places and taking hold there even more strongly.
Why not really go out with a bang? She could worry about the shambles of her ruined life tomorrow. Right now there was a young man standing in front of her with a terrible need-from the look of it, she judged, a giant one as well. What more could she possibly have to lose? She could hardly say that it was all a big mistake, thank you very much and go home now, little boy! She lay before him, half-exposed anyway, why not give Robbie his money's worth? She'd made her bed ...
"Don't be afraid, Robbie," she cooed in a tone that was both maternal and breathlessly sexy at the same time. "I know this may seem strange to you, but you musn't try to figure it all out right now. Why don't you come over here and sit on the bed next to me. It's all right, really."
As if drawn by a mesmerizing magnet, the boy slowly advanced to Julie's side of the great double bed and sank to a sitting position. His body, however, was so tense that it appeared he was standing up with his knees bent.
Julie sat up, her nightgown rustling with a sheer, silky sound, and reached for Robbie's shoulders.
"You poor boy, what a shock this must be for you; you're all tense. Here, let me ... "
The mother of his girlfriend began to massage the hapless young athlete's neck and shoulders with a soothing yet suggestive rotary motion that was relaxing and stimulating. She murmured in his ear, phrases that he could barely hear, and less barely believe!
"Let me make you feel better, won't you? Don't think about anything, just lean back against me and let yourself go. That's what you want, isn't it? Well, that's what I want too. Just relax, now ... oooh, you're so strong, aren't you Robbie? I can feel it in your shoulders. I like to touch you like this, do you like the way it feels? I can tell you do. Don't say anything, just relax and enjoy! There we are, that's right, isn't that nice?"
Now the boy was almost completely relaxed, leaning with his full weight against her ample breasts as she worked on him. She felt his muscular flesh vibrating with delight as she began to work her hands down the front of his tee shirt, over the muscles on his chest and down to the flat plane of his stomach.
A low moan escaped Robbie's lips.
"Ooooh, Mrs. Sinclair ... what you're doing, it feels so-wow!"
"That's right, baby, you just get into it. Let Mommy play and you just stay with the nice feelings!"
Her fingers dipped down further while his stomach muscles ripples uncontrollably. She was doing it! She was actually undoing his belt buckle and the button at the top of his jeans. In a moment she was going to pull down his zipper and see how hard he was! Could he stand it, or would he cum in her hand the moment she touched him there?
Robbie didn't know what to think, so he decided to put his mind on "hold" and let the older woman do the thinking for the both of them for now. The sound of a sliding zipper blended into the moaning of the boy and Mrs. Sinclair's wordless cooing of encouragement.
Suddenly, Robbie's jeans sprang open with the force of his desire and the long pink arrow of his joy shaft stood erect for the madly-excited woman to see. She wasted not a moment in reassuring him.
"Oh, Rob, you sweet kid. You have a beautiful cock, you really do! Quite the nicest I've seen in a long while. Do you know what to do with it? Hmmm, you hot little jock? Do you know what this pretty stiff cock is for? Do you want to show me?"
With a desperate groan of abandonment, Rob tried to turn around in Julie's arms and thrust himself on top of her, his jeans still stuck just under his slim hips.
In no time at all, the fumbling boy was hopelessly tangled in her arms and his own clothes, and she soothed him with gentle stroking and soft words.
"Easy now, whoa boy ... everything's going to be just fine, relax! Mama's gonna let you do whatever you want with her pretty pussy. Just hold on a moment, while we get you out of those confining clothes." With a slight start, Julie suddenly realized how absolutely in command of the situation she was, and how her professional persona had almost invisibly merged with her genuine lust.
She realized that she could make this hot horny kid do anything she wanted, and the knowledge sent a thrill through her. She banished thoughts of the possible consequences from her mind and let herself be consumed by the urgent desires of her flaming twat. What the hell! She would give them both something to remember!
Firm in her resolve to make this the most enjoyable fuck of her life, Julie took the boy in hand and prepared him. She helped him out of the rest of his clothing and dropped her own on the carpet. Laying Robbie on the bed, she began to use her tongue all over his body.
She kissed the pulsing vein below his jawline and followed those pulsations all the way down until her tongue was working in eager little swirls across his lower body.
"Oooooh, Mrs. Sinclair! Oh my God, your tongue-!"
Skipping over his rock-hard prick for the moment, she bit her sharp teeth into his firm, well-exercised thigh, and delighted to his yelp of pain and confusion.
She knew that he was having difficulty separating the pain from the pleasure in his nervous responses and that this would drive him even wilder with lust in the end.
Julie worked her way back inside, of his thighs and let his two testicles, heavy with sperm, rest their weight on top of her tongue. She had never done that before, and it felt delightful in a kinky sort of way. Robbie's reaction was nothing short of ecstatic-he had never in his life experienced anything like what this woman was doing to him right now!
"Mrs. Sinclair, please-take it in your mouth! I can't stand it! I feel like I-like I'm gonna-oooh!"
"Oh, no you don't young man," Julie said firmly, taking hold of his prick just above the scrotum and squeezing hard. "You're not doing anything until I let you! Do you understand me?"
"Aaargh! Oh, yes! Okay ... wow!!"
Her squeeze technique had effectively held off the boy's orgasm for now, but Julie's own patience and self-control were wearing thin. She opened her mouth wide and, pausing briefly to lick the underside of his cock in a rapid side-to-side titillation, moved her head forward to finally swallow the whole length of his throbbing member between her warmly welcoming lips.
Robbie gasped in wonderment as she let him soak in her wet, wonderful mouth and then, clasping her lips in a loose, rubbery "O" began to suck him off to an ecstasy beyond his wildest dreams.
In all his seventeen years, the young man had never imagined that this is what a blow job would be like. How extraordinary! How absolutely unlike anything he had ever experienced before. There was a world of difference between daughter Kathy's fumbling hand jobs or even his own more expert manipulation, and what this incredible woman of experience was doing to his cock.
The head felt like it was about to explode in a hot, throbbing mass of wetness that never ended, while the rest of his shaft was being constantly stimulated by Julie's slick lips. Their up and down motion was accelerating the inevitable and Rob wondered if he should tell her of his imminent crisis.
As it turned out, no words were necessary. Julie instinctively knew that the boy was fast approaching the point of no return and her desires were in conflict with each other. She passionately wanted to feel this superb cock in her already-overflowing cunt at once, but she was also tormented by the equally urgent desire to feel the hot jets of his cum shoot into her waiting mouth.
She better make up her mind soon, she thought, or he was going to take the initiative away from her. Finally trusting in his youth and stamina, she decided to indulge both their wishes and swallow his joy juice right now, hoping for another deposit as soon as she got him heated up again. Judging by his response to her overtures thus far, Julie reasoned, that shouldn't prove an inordinately difficult task.
He knew it was going to happen. He felt the feeling of urgency, he tried to warn the older woman. But all that emerged were inarticulate grunts of rising volume and desperation, which she easily interpreted.
Sensing that the poor boy was uncertain about whether or not to cum in her mouth, she began to mimic his rising sounds of imminent orgasm, adding grunts of emphasis and approval.
Without either one speaking a word, all pacts were now signed, and there was no stopping the overheated youth on his way to the finish line. He started to jerk his hips, pumping into her welcoming mouth without any thought of control or restraint, not caring if he bumped her lips with his pubic bone or scraped the head of his cock on her sharp if friendly teeth.
She helped him, opening up her throat so as not to gag, and preparing herself for the onslaught of his sperm.
"More! More! Give me - I need - "
Understanding that his excitement was too fierce for him to know how to give himself the final push over the edge, Julie backed off slightly from his nearly exploding prick, leaving just enough space to reach two fingers around his shaft and start a short, choppy jerking motion to bring him all the way off.
Julie felt the cockhead in her mouth, teased beyond endurance, give way with a mighty spasm. A second later, her mouth filled with warm, tangy cum. Spurt after spurt it came, filling her mouth to overflowing although she swallowed as fast as she could. She grabbed his ass with both hands now, holding his cheeks tightly as convulsions of release wracked the teenager's body and he sobbed with pure pleasure and relief.
She held him like that, immobile, as the spurts came slower and thinner until the aftershocks faded and his heart rate and breathing showed signs of coming down slightly.
Releasing his softening member from the hot embrace of her liquefying lips, Julie looked up at Rob with a smirk of satisfaction as she tasted the last of his lapped-up cum.
"Your first time?" she asked, unnecessarily.
"You bet," he breathed.
"Not bad, huh, for an old lady?" Fishing, but what the hell, an earth-shaking experience like that was worth a compliment or two. Or three.
"Mrs. Sinclair, that was the most incredible thing that's ever happened to me in my life, and that's the truth."
"There's lots more where that came from, I hope ... "
"Oh, ma'am, you bet there is! Nobody ever made me feel like that before-I felt like I was gonna die! What can I possibly do to thank you?"
Julie let her eyes go soft and misty.
"We'll think of something."
CHAPTER FOUR
Kathy awoke to an indescribable sensation.
There was no way to be sure just what she'd been dreaming about. Her mind was a confused jumble of images-all of them erotic ... her girlfriend Angela squeezing her tits and helping her to cum so good, dear sweet Robbie playing with himself and jerking off into her white panties, even her own father lying half-asleep with his stiff cock poking out! Whatever the final images were, they must have been fantastic, because the dear girl awoke feeling as if she was on the verge of what to her seemed to be a dynamite orgasm!
"Mmmmmmm-oooh! It feels so-"
"Good morning, sweetie! Feel good?"
It was Angela! The dark-haired beauty was lying beside her, using her hand to tickle her off! So she hadn't dreamt it after all. Wow! This sure beat waking up to the alarm clock.
"Oh, Angie, what you're doing! You've made me want to cum so badly ..."
"Are you getting close, Kathy? Do you want me to do-what you did for me last night? Huh?"
Kathy looked into her friend's eyes and saw that it was the truth. Angela really wanted to do it for her! She wondered if she would scream and carry on the way Angie had when she went over the top. The thought alone was almost enough to do it for her.
"Oh, Angie, would you? I think I'd really love it! Would you get down between my legs and lick my pussy for me?"
"Hey," Angela smirked broadly, "what are friends for? Move over a little so I can get at you!"
As Kathy happily complied, Angela reached over her head to tear off the oversized tee shirt she usually slept in and ran quick fingers through to shake the sleep out of it.
"Angie, please hurry. I need it right now! When you were tickling me in my sleep it made me have the naughtiest dreams and, well, now, I'm just really dying for it! Please, I'm so fucking horny!"
"Okay, baby, don't you worry. Angie's tongue is on the way!" Hearing her normally reticent friend admit to her desires so freely and uninhibitedly made Angie's blood boil, and she knew that she would have to have it too before they were finished. Who would have thought that she could turn on so easily, and to her best friend, too!
Angela scooted down between Kathy's already spreading legs and prepared to take her first taste of another girl's pussy. Would she like it? Sometimes when she masturbated, Angie liked to hold her cunt-soaked fingers up to her face, sniff and then lick them while fantasizing about lesbian encounters, but this was the real thing. Would she chicken out?
Only one way to find out, the young girl decided, and so, bracing herself, she lowered her wary face between Kathy's glistening thighs. Closer, closer, there! Now she could taste it!
It wasn't half-bad, actually. A bit saltier than her own, with a touch of bitterness right at the clit, but altogether satisfactory nonetheless. In fact, as Kathy's moans grew more pronounced and her swiveling hips and increasingly pungent aroma testified to her mounting excitement, Angie began to feel like she was one half of a crazy fun house mirror, giving oral pleasure to an identical image of herself, and feeling the same sensations she was administering.
Suddenly, a flash of realization swept over her and she realized that she didn't have to wait to put that image into practice. She could do it right now-they could do it together!
Quickly, she swung around so that her head was facing Kathy's wide apart feet. She crouched over her girlfriend's prostrate body and wiggled her hips above Kathy's face in an urgent, unspoken demand.
Kathy's reply was unspeakably eloquent. Without so much as a moment's pause, she reached up to pull the lower torso of her new lover smack down onto her face. Snuggling her nose past Angie's crinkly black pubic hair, Kathy located the sweet, dripping crevice she sought.
She freed one hand from Angie's backside in order to part the cuntal lips and allow her tongue free access to the already stiffening clit. Once a delighted "Oooooh!" had confirmed her on-target approach to clit-licking, Kathy allowed her fingers to creep inside her friend's vagina and indulge in some in-depth probing. This resulted- in vastly increased excitement for Angie, who then redoubled her own cunt-sucking labors.
She also began using her fingers in this way and before long both girls were squirming and pumping into each other's faces to beat the band. The increased response of each led to a further fueling of the other's hot desire and they seemed to be racing to see who could make the other come first.
It turned out, not surprisingly, to be a tie.
Just as Kathy stiffened both her legs out, held herself ridged and virtually drowned her friend in a deluge of lubrication while the cum spasms swept over her, so Angela let out a mighty grunt of satisfaction and smashed her pubic arch against Kathy's upper lip.
Both girls cried out again and again as they fed each other's mouth with the fruits of their ecstasy. And when it was over, and they were satisfied that they had wrung the last jolt of pleasure out of their orgasms, they gingerly separated and lay on the bed, two sweaty panting, exhausted teenagers.
It might have been handball that got them looking that way but for the incredibly warm and loving glances they exchanged before each closing her eyes and snoozing off again.
* * *
At that moment, in the high penthouse of Madame Pompadour's classy bordello, a similar scene was in the process of winding up.
Julie Sinclair was sitting astride young Robbie's mouth, with her ass resting atop his forehead, while she leaned over to plant little teasing licks on the tip of his rock-hard prick. She held it erect but unable to cum in a tight grip of her thumb and first two fingers.
Incredibly, the two horny participants had been at it all night. At about two in the morning, Madame Pompadour had knocked discreetly at the door and inquired as to whether Mrs. Sinclair was taking the rest of the night off.
"Yes, oh God yes!!!" had been her wailing reply, in the very midst of cumming as she was. "This one's on the house!" And, with an indulgent chuckle, the madame left them to their own devices.
"Are you ready, Robbie?" she panted now, twirling around on top of the boy and preparing to impale herself on his spectacular shaft. "Cause ready or not, here I come!"
"Do it, Mrs. S ... I want to feel you sit on my cock right now!"
"Under the circumstances, Robbie," she panted as she started to work his huge hunk of meat into her gaping, flowing hole, "I think we can dispense with the formalities. Call me Julie. And fuck the shit out of me, you little sucker. Do it, NOW!"
He thrust upward with all his might, anxious to regain some of the initiative he had surrendered all night long, anxious that she feel the full punishing force of his cock extended to its fullest length and hardness.
"Can you feel that, Mrs.-I mean Julie? Huh? Can you feel my big cock up your cunt now?!!"
"Ohhh, yes baby, oh yes you're quite a man now, baby! Fuck it UP at me, harder now! Again! Again!"
"Like that! Huh? And that? Yeah?"
"Just like that, you fucking stud! Oh, you're so good ... sooo-oo goood!" Suddenly it grabbed her, and she knew that she was the one taken by surprise this time. "Are you ready lover? Oooh, ah! Cause I'm gonna come all over you right now-I can't help it, here I go-Ahhhhh!"
The combined sensations of Julie's hotly clasping, climaxing cunt around his out of control pecker along with her lewd and abandoned monologue, was more than the young stud could take.
"Me too, Julie, me too!!! Ah, wow, ohhhh!"
Feeling the steaming spurts of his flooding boycum shooting up against gravity into her womb gave Julie the final fillip of pleasure she needed to begin a chain of multiple orgasms, building on each other one after the other in a climactic spiral of cunt-filled joy that left her babbling incoherent half-phrases of release.
After about five minutes of this, when Robbie was only hard through the grace of Aphrodite and sheer will power, Julie was nearly finished.
"Oh, baby, sweet little cum baby, just one more ... I've just got to do me one more and then we can stop ... mmmmf, mmmmf, oooomph! Ah! That's the one! Um, um, fuck!"
Rob lay beneath her, almost in shock. The accumulation of events assaulting him in the last twenty four hours was not to be believed. And to cap it all off, the nearly middle-aged mother of his girlfriend was sitting on his semi-erect cock, using her leverage on it and the filthiest language imaginable to make herself cum one last time. It was too much!
Finally, she slid off her sweat and slime-drenched perch and rolled over next to her youthful lover.
"Mrs. Sinclair-I mean, uh, Julie? I guess I'd better be going now, huh?"
Robbie's statement nudged Julie out of her reverie sharply.
"Look, Robbie," she began, her voice trembling as she tried to regain control of the situation.
"It's okay, Julie," he interrupted, sensing what she was about to say. "I've got a lot of thinking to do about this, and about me and-and Kathy, but you don't have to worry. I'm not going to, you know, to say anything about this. To anyone."
Julie's shoulders relaxed, and she gazed at the boy with real affection.
"Thank you, Rob. You're quite a young man, you know that?"
"Hey ... get out!" he drawled. His ears reddened, but he was obviously pleased with the compliment.
"And listen, Robbie," she continued, "if you feel like coming back here-you feel free. Any time. On the house, you know what I mean? I've got a lot of thinking to do as well, but I don't think I could ever say no to something like you. So you think about that, all right?"
He looked into her eyes once, very directly, then nodded.
"I promise, Julie. I promise."
There was a brief, quiet moment between them, when neither could really express a complete thought, or needed to. Then, Robbie bounded up from the bed.
"Well, gotta go-can't be late for football practice!"
* * *
Tom Sinclair awoke to shit. Specifically, to the feel of greasy, grimy, grit-filled shit all over his face and hands. What the fuck?!
He slowly came to his senses and realized where he was-lying in the grease pit underneath the hydraulic lift in the bay of his service station!
How in goddamn hell had he wound up spending the night here?
Then, in a flash-flood of memory, it came back to him. Last night. Kathy. Her girlfriend indulging in some perverted lesbian act! Jesus Christ! Was there no end the shit he had to slug his way through?
Tom slowly got to his feet, every muscle and joint aching from the way he had staggered into his station in the middle of the night and collapsed in an exhausted stupor on top of the lift. He must have rolled over in his sleep and landed in the low-grade oil deposits in the well beneath.
He found the taste of grease and grime on his lips and spit out violently. Christ, what a way to start the day. He found himself giving a hollow desperate chuckle at the thought of what he must look like! How could he find anything remotely funny in his advanced state of despair?
Oh well, may as well pull yourself back together, you old fart, he thought, steadying himself gingerly on shaky legs. Time to go back to your humble abode-your home sweet home.
The station was only a few blocks off U.S. 1 and Tom attracted hardly any attention as he walked the quarter of a mile or so back to his house. By the time he arrived at the front door, he was even mildly looking forward to a thorough shower and his first beer of the day.
As he opened the door quietly, he wondered if Kathy would be up this early on a Sunday morning. Best to avoid a confrontation until he had figured out exactly what the hell he was going to say.
It was all that girl Angela's fault, he reasoned, making his way to the bedroom and tearing off his filthy, grease-stained clothes along the way. She was a wild little cunt, you could tell by the way she dressed-always letting her boobs hang out in those semi-transparent tee shirts, parading her tight little ass for the whole world to see. And on top of everything else, God help her, she was a lezzie on the side!
Well, obviously the first thing to do was remove the source of temptation. He would forbid Kathy to see any more of Angela-tell her to spend more time with Rob. That's right-it was just about certain knowledge that she and Robbie were bound to get married one of these days soon ... they'd been sweethearts ever since ninth grade. What could be the harm in her going a little farther with him, if it would stop her from proceeding any further into this unnatural situation.
His mind reeled as he, once again, pictured how the two girls had looked together. Try as he might, he just couldn't get that obscene image out of his thoughts.
He span the taps to full cold and let the brutalizing gusts of ice cold water wash his lascivious thoughts away. Teeth chattering with the cold, he quickly soaped up and lathered the dirty slime off his body.
But the cold was too much for him. Though reasonably fit for his age, and strong from years of working all day in the broiling hot sun, Tom had over-estimated his power of endurance. The alcohol, his physically weakened condition, and the traumatic events of the past few days began to work on his reason. He began to jump around in the shower, shouting from the cold and at the last second reached out to spin the taps back.
He miscalculated, and howled in agony as weakly, like a wounded animal, he thrashed about the shower stall. In a panic, seconds later, he crashed through the glass door. It shattered with a tremendous crash, hurling slivers of glass all about the tiny bathroom, as Tom fell to the ground, insensible. His last conscious thought was that whatever he had done in a previous life to warrant such punishment now, surely even the Almighty must be getting a bit bored with the redundancy of his bad luck. Then he fainted.
* * *
In Kathy's bedroom, both girls heard the yells and then the crash and, startled out of their slumber, grabbed robes and rushed to the bathroom to see what was wrong.
Kathy screamed, "DADDY!" at the top of her lungs when she saw his prostrate form lying in a bed of broken glass, the boiling water from the still-running shower inundating the entire bathroom with spurts of water and traces of Tom's blood.
"Turn the water off," Angela commanded in a clipped voice. Kathy, stung into action by the force of her friend's voice, snapped out of her horrified immobility and leaped for the taps. Wincing with the pain and heat, she quickly spun them until they were closed tight. Then she turned to where Angela was kneeling over her father's unconscious body.
"We have to call a doctor! An ambulance!" Kathy exclaimed, her voice barely in control.
Angie looked up sharply, recognizing that her friend was on the edge of hysterics.
"Don't panic, Kathy," she said quietly, glancing back at the middle-aged man under her. "I think he's going to be all right. He's hardly bleeding at all, except for a few scratches here and there, and it doesn't look like he hit his head when he fell. He's probably just woozy."
As if to confirm her diagnosis, at that moment Tom stirred and shook his head carefully, as if holding a great weight on his forehead. With that remarkable faculty common to many heavy drinkers, he bounced in and out of consciousness with relatively few side effects.
"Daddy, are you all right?" Kathy asked nervously, concern creasing her pretty features into a pained mask.
"Sure, little darlin'-I'm okay," he murmured half-awake, "I just fell is all ... " He drifted off again and Kathy turned worried eyes to Angela.
"What should we do?" she asked nervously.
Angela nodded towards the master bedroom.
"We've got to clean him up first, and dress those scratches. When he comes to again, we'll check his vision and stuff to make sure he doesn't have a concussion or anything. Now help me with him-carefully!-and when we've got him comfortable we'll call the doctor."
Together, the two teenage girls half-carried, half-dragged the inert body of Kathy's father into his bedroom and there laid him down softly.
Tom stirred again.
"Wha're you doin'? I'm not dressed ... "
"It's all right, Mr. Sinclair," Angela said softly. "We're just gonna fix you up a little, and wipe away these bits of glass. You had an accident in the shower. How do you feel?"
"I'm okay-my shoulder hurts, but I can see straight and I remember everything that happened. Ohhh, shit-excuse me girls!"
Angela wrung out the damp washrag that Kathy had just handed her and began to soothingly wipe away the tiny bits of glass that were plastered all over Tom's side where he fell. She nodded, indicating that Kathy follow her example and do the same.
The two girls worked gently and diligently on Tom's body for about a quarter hour, during which he muttered contentedly encouraging their ministrations, and Kathy phoned the family doctor. She described the situation, got some instructions, and was told to call back if there was any change.
As her concern for her father's safety grew more relaxed, Kathy began to become aware of some very odd facets of their immediate situation.
The two teenagers, only recently initiated into the delights of complete intra-personal sex, were working on the totally naked body of an attractive middle-aged man. As Kathy calmed down she found her gentle, probing hands straying with the washcloth up from the legs of her father, towards his pubic patch and dormant cock.
She softly handled and stroked the large appendage under the guise of cleaning it up, although there was no glass or blood at all anywhere near it. As she gently handled the intriguing bit of flesh, she felt it at once begin to grow and stiffen in her very, grasp!
She dared a quick glance at Angela, to see if her friend had noticed this very awkward and embarrassing turn of events. Handling her own father's almost erect penis and deriving pleasure from it! Oh, God, what was she turning into?
To her intense shame, Angela was in fact staring with rapt attention at just what she grasped in her hand. Her eyes glittered with intense interest as she measured visually the dimensions of Tom's prodigious prick.
Kathy gasped in chagrin and promptly let go of the now fully erect daddy-cock, as Angela licked her lips and spoke with an effort.
"He's beautiful, isn't he Kathy?" Her voice was hushed and almost reverential. "Not like a boy at all ... sooo big!"
"Angela, he's ... he's my father!!!"
Angie looked up at her friend, then immediately back at the cock, now standing up virtually under its own power.
"Could I touch it? Please? Just a little?"
"Angie!" Kathy whispered hoarsely, shocked not so much at her girlfriend's outrageous suggestion as at how accurately it mirrored her own unspeakably growing desire.
"Please, Kathy? He'll never know! It'll be just our secret, you and I ... can I do it Kath?"
Kathy couldn't answer in words, but her hand crept down again of its own accord, toward the waiting hardness of her daddy's tool. As her fingers made contact, she couldn't avoid emitting a small, wondrous "Ooooh!"
"Let me, let me!" Angela joined the shell-shocked horny daughter at her end of the bed and reached one of her own hands toward Mr. Sinclair's pulsating member. As if it knew what was in store for it, it gave a sudden convulsive leap upward.
"Ohhh, it's so big and warm! I love the way it feels!" Angela moaned, almost in a trance. "I'm getting so turned on just handling it while he's asleep, I can't stand it!"
"Angie, I don't think we should be doing this at all!" Kathy warned, though her own resolve was fast crumbling in a confused jumble of feelings and images from her response to the events of the past few days. It was becoming more than her mind or her pussy could handle!
"Kathy ... let's do something together right now, in here okay? He'll never know! Don't you want to?"
"Yes-no! We can't! I can't!" Kathy was in a panic of sexual lust and societal inhibitions.
"Let me do it then! It won't be incest or anything bad if I do it and you watch, will it?" Angela's voice began to tremble with the urgency of her need. "Oh, please let me take down my panties and do something, okay? If I don't get it soon, I'll die!!!"
Not trusting herself to speak, Kathy gave the barest of nods and Angela tossed off her flimsy robe, gurgling with gratitude as she skinned down her silk panties. Her legs shook with excitement and anticipation as she fumbled all over herself stepping out of them.
Kathy perched on the very edge of the bed, watching her friend with wide-open eyes and throbbing cunt, while Angela crouched over Mr. Sinclair's motionless body and prepared to put his cock into her mouth.
"Tony goes wild when I do this," she whispered impishly, a wicked smile beginning at the corners of her mouth, "but I've never let him cum in my mouth yet!"
Kathy's head was spinning at the images this statement evoked. Was it Angela's intention to stroke her father with her lips until he exploded into her mouth in a geyser of cum? Could she stand to see her own father responding thus to (she had to admit it) a hot little piece like Angela? What should she feel? Jealousy? Disgust? Certainly not the hot cravings of an itchy cunt and the fervent desire to watch Angela's obscene act to its conclusion, but there it was. She wanted her to do it! Wanted to see her own father reduced to a helpless, quivering mass of prick-lust before her eyes!
Let him try to come on to her about purity and chastity now, a part of her fevered mind thought! Here was an opportunity to demonstrate to herself that Daddy was a man, just like all other men, and that even he would want these unmentionable things under the right circumstances.
And circumstances seemed to be heating up quite nicely, Kathy reflected watching Angela's mouth open wide to engulf the huge rod. Very nicely indeed!
Angela bobbed her head up and down carefully, as she became used to the size of Tom's cock sliding down her throat. In all her young life, she had never experienced a weekend as exciting as this one! First to discover the joys of girl fucking with her very best friend and now to actually be sucking Mr. Sinclair's cock, even though he slept unaware, with his daughter's permission. The lewdness of what she was doing was enough to drive her mad with sex-frenzy.
She wanted to disengage one hand from playing with Mr. Sinclair's lower shaft and balls and use it to play with herself, but she couldn't bear to stop touching the man's incredibly arousing genitalia. She held the cock in her mouth still for a second and looked up at Kathy in mute appeal.
Although the girls had only been lovers a very short while, Kathy understood at once what that look meant. And she could not refuse her friend's obvious need.
Dropping her own robe on the carpet, she leaned over her father's upper body while Angela swung her legs and ass around on the bed to let Kathy get at her better.
Now the trio formed a weird, symmetrical daisy chain of sorts-Angela sucking the unconscious father, Kathy crouched over his chest (nearly straddling his chin) but facing her friend ... and now dipping her head over to service the sweet teenager.
Kathy used her fingers to separate the cunt hairs and pry open the sweet, delicious and hot lips of Angie's cunt, thus giving her tongue easier access to her eagerly awaiting pussy.
"Mmmmmmph! Aooowww!" Angie's grunts and inarticulate expressions of joy were more than enough to reward Kathy for her enthusiastic efforts, and she redoubled her licking at the enraged clit, hoping to force her friend into cumming soon. She wanted to be able to watch the climax of this incredibly perverted act without distraction!
Angie wasn't far away, and such was Kathy's boundless excitement that she failed to notice at first the addition of a new element to the frantic release-seeking going on. But as her own pleasure mounted, and she found herself inexplicably on the brink of starting her very own cum, she was soon forced to acknowledge the incredible fact that there was a tongue in her cunt!!!
Her father was licking her sweet little pussy!!!
It couldn't be, but it was! In her excitement, she had shifted her weight until she now was perched right above her own dear daddy's hungry mouth and, whether consciously or not, he was now giving her a tongue-lashing beyond her wildest dreams!
She knew she should stop, put an end to this depravity ... jump off this human glory hole and shriek that it was immoral and wrong and disgusting. She knew she should do all these things, but every second that divine tongue continued lapping, bringing relief and joy to her overflowing pussy, her resolve weakened to the point where she realized that she was about to do none of these things. All she could do was lay across her dear father's body and continue to orally incite her girlfriend while preparing her body for the hot blasts of gusty cum-pleasure her daddy was about to make flow out of her!
A few more hunches, a few more wiggles of her cute little ass, one or two bumps against that oh-so-sweet mouth of his and she was ready! It was coming! It was coming! It was ... Almost ... almost ... now! She was cumming all over, all over his face, all over the pillow, all over herself. It was the pinnacle of her sexual life, the most unspeakably perverse moment of pure pleasure she had ever experienced, abandoning herself to the wild and evil excitement of pumping her cum juices right into her own father's avidly waiting mouth!
"Daddy! Oh, Daddy! It's here-I'm cumming for you!!!" she bleated her joy, the words travelling directly into Angela's juicing twat, unheard except as incomprehensible grunts of fulfillment.
At that moment, several things happened simultaneously: Kathy, in her wild abandon; bit down on Angela's clitty, just enough to produce a shriek of astonishment from the dear girl just as her own orgasm burst forth in a savage frenzy ... Angie turned her own mouth into an incredibly efficient vacuum and began swallowing frantically as a fountain of sperm bubbled up from Mr. Sinclair's overwrought and finally over-stimulated cockhead ... and Tom Sinclair himself finally snapped fully awake!
Finding his own darling daughter spending profusely all over his face, and his own cock shooting jet after jet of creamy scum down the dark-haired teenager's throat while she writhed and moaned, obviously in the grip of climax herself, Tom was able only to utter the time-honored phrase familiar to men all over the world who have found themselves in a similar situation.
"What the fuck is going on here???!!!"
CHAPTER FIVE
There are, in truth, very few times in life for which it may legitimately be said, "there are no words."
This, in truth, was one of them.
At the sound of Mr. Sinclair's explosive outburst (signifying his full and complete return to consciousness), the spasmodic sexual activity in the room came to an abrupt halt. Bodies poised on the tail end of orgasmic completion froze awkwardly, giving only one or two more spasms of cum-throbs.
Angela emitted one further tiny "Ooof" of rapture, picked her head up and let Tom's prick dribble out in a deflated lump. Tom stared directly up at his daughter's hairy crack as it sputtered one final drip of fluid on to his forehead. Kathy, absolutely mortified to see the splashing of her cumdrop on her father's face, gingerly lifted one leg and rotated it over so she was kneeling beside his head.
None spoke a word. There was hardly anything to say, and all three were still panting down from their peak.
Angela's eyes darted from her best friend to the man on the bed, and back again. Kathy stared straight at her father, unable to look away and yet fearful of holding the gaze. Tom stared straight up at the ceiling, still trying to sort out exactly what had just happened.
Finally, Tom furrowed his brow, opened and closed his mouth a few times, paused and then said with devastating simplicity:
"Something just happened here, didn't it?"
Kathy answered in a voice so low it was barely a whisper.
"Yes, Daddy, it did. Angie and I-we just couldn't help ourselves. I know you must hate me, and if you want to send me away with Mother, I'll understand." Her misty blue eyes filled up with tears as she fought to keep them under control. "Honest-I'll go if you want me to, Dad."
This declaration of contrition, combined with the incredible pleasure he had awakened to, was so honest and without guile that Tom felt an overflowing of warmth and sympathy for the distraught young girl.
He reached out a trembling hand to her bare shoulder and said, "There, honey-don't be making yourself crazy and all upset. And no talkin' about going anywhere. You're place is here with me ... and your mother too, if I can help it!"
"Oh, Dad!" The tears welled forth freely now, and Kathy turned around to embrace her father in a mighty bear hug. Angie, infected by the raw emotion displayed in this most peculiar of situations, began to sniffle in relief and gratitude as well.
Kathy reached out blindly to grasp at her friend and pull her into the clumsy embrace, and Tom was too full of conflicting emotions to resist.
As they lay there together, the excitement of their senses and the power of the moment began to combine with body heat and proximity to work its old sensual magic.
Kathy nuzzled her face against Tom's grizzled countenance and her lips sought his openly and freely for the first time. Involuntarily, he responded and, in a few moments, they were exchanging tongues as if they had been passionate lovers on their first date.
"Ooooh, Daddy ... can't we always be together like this, you me and Angie, doing whatever we want to each other and making each other feel good like this?"
Tom sighed with resignation, "I don't know, sweetheart. I don't really know what's gonna happen to us now, but I love you, child, and you can believe that!"
Kathy mashed her face against Tom's and tongued him enthusiastically like a happy animal, while at the same time, she reached out for Angela, caressing her boobs and drawing her more tightly into the circle.
"Daddy," the dear girl panted, "did you like the way Angie did it for you? Did she suck you off good?"
Tom grunted with growing lust, and hearing his little angel talk like that was certainly fanning the flames ever higher!
"You bet, sweetcakes!" he answered in kind, "I thought my cock was gonna blast right off my body when I started to cum!" He turned to the perky, naked brunette lying half on top of him. "Where did you ever learn to give head like that, little girl?"
"Well Mr. Sinclair," the girl blushingly admitted, "I've only ever done it to my boyfriend Tony, but only a little bit. And I never let him cum in my mouth! But when I started sucking on that big wonder of your, I got so excited that I just got carried away!"
"And my tongue on your pussy helped a little, didn't it, babe?" Kathy grinned a devilish grin, and the effect on her cherubic face was truly remarkable. She looked like a perfect little angel with a perfectly burning cunthole.
"I don't know," Tom countered, feeling a little uneasy when reminded of his daughter's recently developed Sapphic tenancies. "I just don't know whether all this cuntlicking stuff is a good idea. I mean, no offense, Angela, but I-"
"Wait a minute, Mr. Sinclair! Don't get us wrong-Kathy and I are as straight as the next girl, we like boys all right, and how! But when there's just the two of us in bed and we're hornier than shit ... well, what's a poor couple of girls to do but try and help each other out?"
"That's right, Dad," Kathy chimed in enthusiastically. "You don't have to worry about me growing up gay or anything. And anyway," she murmured, grasping hold of his erect priapus, "a little fun between us girls is the last thing you should be worrying about right now!"
"Here, here!" Angie agreed, "we want cock and plenty of it!"
"Well, girls, I ain't as young as I used to be ... in fact, I feel kinda like I've aged twenty years in the last ten minutes, but I'm willing to give it a go if you are! Hop on!"
With a squeal of excitement, Angela shimmied her slim torso so that she was straddling Mr. Sinclair's hips. She reached down and using one hand to spread her cunt lips and tickle her clitty into readiness, grabbed his rapidly stiffening prick and pulled it up into her.
"Aahhhh!" came her explosive bleat of contentment as the shaft sank home, meeting a warm welcoming pool of drooling pussy juice and the hot clasping of her vaginal muscles.
"Oh, you young girls are really something else!" he gasped. "I sure hope an old man like me can keep up with you!"
"Ooooh, you're not half bad for an old codger, Mr. S! Not by fucking half!" Angela began to pump up and down in earnest, her aroused tits jiggling with each happy thrust and shimmy of her young body.
Tom's breath was coming in shallow pants as he struggled not to be overwhelmed by this teenage fucking dynamo. He slammed up against her and gave as good as he got, but deep inside the feeling lurked that he would be wheezing and crumbling before she was even out of the starting gate!
"Wow, Daddy-you don't know how sexy that looks! I can see your fat cock sliding right up inside Angie's cunt-!" Kathy gurgled with excitement, describing the obscene and thrilling sight to both participants.
"Aaargh ... oooh, Kathy," Angie muttered deep in her throat. "Keep talking about what we're doing!"
Kathy rolled over and sat up against the headboard to get a better look. She dipped two fingers down to her yearning cunt to pacify herself while she gathered her impressions and tried to put them into words. The idea of being a sexual commentator, giving a sort of blow-by-blow description of what was happening in bed before her eyes, sent a hot blast of joy threw her twat and she used those fingers to stir that spark into a raging forest fire.
"Well, Angie," she began, anxious to see how hot she could make the copulating couple just by talking, "I can see you sitting on my daddy's cock. Well, not sitting exactly, because I know you're fucking it up into you. You look so hot and excited-is Daddy's prick as big and hard as it looks, sliding into you like that?"
"Mmmmmm ... so big, so hard!"
"But doesn't it hurt, stuffing you up like that?" Kathy inquired. Herself a virgin, she couldn't conceive of how a monster prick like the one she was staring at could ever fit inside her own tight little cunny.
Angela closed her eyes as she concentrated on replying in something other than moans and grunts.
"I know it's hard to understand, because you've never done it for real with a guy, sweetheart, but you just kind of-kind of-expand to take in whatever you have to!"
"But don't you feel bloated?" Kathy breathed, stroking herself faster in tiny circles of pleasure.
"Yes, but it's a good-urnph!-feeling! Ahh, that's it, Mr. S! That's it, you fucker!!! It's gonna be soon. You'll make me cum soon, and when he goes in all the way, Kath, and then pulls out real slow ... wow!!!"
"Why don't you try it yourself, Kathy sweets?" her father interjected, beginning to feel a bit weird about being spoken of in the third person so much. He felt the need to reestablish his presence in the room, and also wanted to make sure his Kathy-girl got off okay. "Why don't you stick a few fingers up that pretty pussy of yours and see how it feels?"
"Oh, can I, Dad? I need it so bad! I want to know what it feels like to be fucked."
"Go ahead, angel, but do it slow ... be careful and don't hurt yourself!" Tom continued plugging Angela's tight little hole while, out of the corner of his eye, he watched his lovely daughter prepare to deflower herself.
Kathy had experimented with the placing of fingers inside herself before, but since the age of thirteen or fourteen, when she had discovered the sheer delights of clit-diddling, she had forsaken the more experimental pleasures for the touch that always brought results.
Now she took a big breath, spread her legs a little more on the bed, and proceeded to push the middle finger of her right hand deeper and deeper into her moist cleft.
"That's it, Kathy," Angela encouraged from her panting perch atop Mr. Sinclair, "but help yourself with your other hand. Tickle your clit like we did together!"
"Oooooh, it's so nice! My finger is all the way up inside. I like it!" Quickly, she inserted another. There was no pain, like she'd always been conditioned to expect, only beautiful mindless pleasure that zoomed up and down her thighs, and from one end of her cunt to the other.
"God, Kathy darling," croaked her father, "it's so damn sexy watchin' you do that-I don't know how much longer I'm gonna be able to hold it before ... " He let the sentence hang in the air as he increased his fuck strokes to double time.
"Please wait for me," groaned Angie, "I'm so close now and I've just got to cum or I'll die! Any minute now ... it's coming soon, I can feel it!"
Kathy was beside herself with arousal, the sweat beaded on her adorable forehead, slid down her nose, and she licked it up with the tip of her tiny tongue. The space between her tits was shiny with perspiration and her slick thighs rubbed against each other with a wet squish whenever she closed them from time to time as if to keep the good feelings in.
Now two of her dainty fingers were plunging in and out of her soaking pussy and, as she contemplated adding a third, she twirled her ecstatic clitoris like a dervish gone berserk.
"How does it feel, honey girl?" Tom grunted as he accelerated his thrusts into the willing teenager.
"I-I can't talk any more, Daddy, I'm so close-I think I'm gonna-gonna-oohhhh!!"
Being so close to his darling little daughter as she went off was more than Tom Sinclair could stand. He exploded into orgasm without even a passing thought about whether Angela was ready or not. "G-gaah! I'm pumping it into her! Oh! Kathy-watch me cum!"
Kathy peeled her eyes to do just that as the fuck-thrills burst over her and she shouted her go-off pleasure. Watching her darling daddy as he shot his wad made the juicy fun throbs that much better!
At the same time, Angela quickened her pumping over Tom's now motionless cock to a wild, frantic bucking until she too was over the top.
"Yes! Yes!! Ohhh, yessss!!! Now I'm doing it too!"
Together, the three gasping, shivering, moaning people gave vent to total pleasure and blissfully shot their wads, each receiving even more pleasure from the sights and sounds generated by the other. Father and daughter wallowed in the perversity of seeing each other cum at close range, and young Angela was carried along on their tidal wave of euphoria.
At last, when things had quieted down somewhat, the three lay passively in each other's arms and regained their energy.
"Wow, Mr. Sinclair," Angie breathed after a decent interval had passed, "this is some kind of fucking family!"
"I don't quite know what to say to that," drawled Tom laconically, "but on Kathy's behalf I'll accept it as a compliment."
"You certainly may, sir," Angie said in mock prim tones, then giggled.
"I love you both!" exclaimed Kathy, and hugged them both to her.
"Kathy girl," Tom began, growing serious for a moment. "I want you to listen to me, because I've made a decision here."
Kathy sat up and looked soberly at her father, waiting.
"I've decided that, well, whatever has happened her between us today just can't be that bad if it makes us feel so good." He warded off the cheer both girls had been about to make with one impatient hand. "But here me out now! I don't think it's right for a young girl to get her only satisfaction-ah, sexually speaking, I mean-from her father."
Kathy and Angela exchanged glances, unsure of where this was going. Did he want the two girls to get it on more often? That couldn't be!
"Therefore," he continued, warming to his theme, "I think that you should engage in some healthy, normal heterosexual experience before your ideas of sex and love and all that get too far out of kilter. What do you think of that?"
Kathy's eyes grew wide and round as saucers as she pondered his meaning.
"Do-do you mean you want me to-to fuck Robbie?" she asked breathlessly.
"I mean exactly that, sweetheart. What do you think of the idea?"
"Oh, Daddy!!!" The young cheerleader flung herself at her grizzled, bemused parent, looking-for all her naked voluptuousness-like a happy kitten!
"I take it you approve?" he asked with a chuckle in his voice.
"Approve? Oh, Daddy, you've made me the happiest girl in the world!"
He held up an admonitory hand. "There are conditions, though! The meeting has to take place by my rules. To begin with, we've gotta fix you up with some adequate method of birth control. I don't want any nasty unexpected surprises until you're old enough to be responsible for them!"
Angela perked up.
"Hey, Mr. S.-you can leave that up to me. I'll take her to my mom's doctor. He's been fixing me up for almost a year now!"
"You've been fucking since you were fifteen?" Tom mused, fixing Angela with a glance. "Well, I guess you know the ropes. What a world!"
The two girls exchanged happy, secret smiles and excited glances.
"Now, another thing," Tom went on. "Your first encounter with Robbie has to take place here, in this room, under my supervision."
Kathy's face fell dramatically. Oh, no! How could she ever get Rob to agree to that?!! It was one thing to be indulging in kinky little family sex trips inside the family unit, or with Angela, but Robbie was much too straight to have anything to do with a scene like this!
"But-but, Daddy ... I don't think I could get Robbie to-you know-go all the way if you were here! It just wouldn't work!"
"I'm still in charge around here, young lady, and if you want to continue having fun in this way, you'd better hear me! Is that understood?"
"Yes sir," Kathy whispered, feeling more lost than ever.
"Wait a minute Kathy, Mr. Sinclair-I think I have a plan that will satisfy everyone-and I do mean satisfy!" Angela's eyes glittered with triumph as she caught their attention.
"Well, come on Angela, what is it?" asked Tom with raised eyebrows.
"Wait-first you have to promise me that I'll get in on some of the action. Is it a deal?"
Tom suppressed a grin. The little minx! Well, he supposed she was entitled to her fun as well. He nodded to her.
"Okay, Angie," he said, using her nickname for the first time, "you're in. Now what's your idea?"
"Well, it is a bit bizarre." Angie began, grinning impishly, "but that shouldn't bug anyone around here, right? Okay, here it is. Kathy invites Rob to spend an evening over here with just the three of us, we two girls and him, okay? What red-blooded male could resist an invitation like that, are you following me so far?"
"Spare us the embellishments, kid," Tom laughed.
"Yeah," Kathy complained, "get to it, Angie!"
"Okay. When he gets here, we mess around for a little while, just the usual fun teasing stuff, until he's good and hot. Then I tell them I'm not feeling well and come into the bedroom here to lie down. That's when things really start to get moving ... "
* * *
A few minutes later, father and daughter were both completely sold on the merits of Angie's plan. In fact, once they heard the details, all three conspirators began to feel those hot, familiar tingles in their most private places, all over again!
So it wasn't much of a. surprise (and extremely hard to conceal, as they were all naked) when Tom's cock started to rise up in gentlemanly salute to the proximity and charms of his two nubile companions.
Nor was it any great shock that Kathy was the first this time to reach out and gently stroke her father's increasingly hard member, turning a pleasing shade of pink as another delightfully dirty idea occurred to her.
"Daddy," she cooed in that little-girl voice she cultivated for those occasions when she really wanted to wheedle something out of him. "Daddy, do you think I could ... could suck your cock like Angie did? I really want to taste you, Daddy. Would it be all right?"
Tom made a show of considering the proposal.
"Hmmm, very well, my little princess. I don't see what harm it could possibly do," he grinned charmingly at her, "and you know I never could deny you anything you really wanted! Suck away!" He lay back down across the bed spread-eagled.
Kathy giggled in delight and swooped down upon his now towering penis, which looked like a Saturn IV about to blast off for Mars.
"Do you mind if I audit this class, Professor," Angela breathed in that same sultry mock-little girl voice, "I'd be ever so interested in learning the right technique!"
"You're technique leaves absolutely nothing to be desired, young lady, and that's the truth! However, who am I to stand in the way of advanced knowledge?"
Angela knelt down beside Kathy, who was now taking little teasing licks at her father's massive cock. The two teeny hoppers exchanged meaningful glances and fairly licked their lips with anticipation.
"Now watch me carefully, Angela," Kathy giggled conspiratorially, "and you might learn something!" She gracefully lowered her head and opened her mouth as wide as possible.
Angie watched in disbelief as the young daughter took in five, six, a full seven inches straight down her throat! That was something even the more experienced Angela couldn't do-how was the young girl able to manage a feat like that the first time without choking, she wondered? Filial love, the bewildered girl supposed, and set about watching more closely in order to get her own jollies.
Tom struggled to maintain his composure in front of the two girls, but he was very near to going mad with sheer pleasure. There was something so incredibly satisfying about having his big cock sucked by his beloved daughter in the presence of her best friend, that his prick felt as if it were twice its normal size.
Kathy's eyes bulged out of her head and her sweet cheerleader's face grimaced with strain and passion as she strove to give her father the best blow job he had ever experienced. The competitiveness of all little girls in regards to their daddies burst forth in the flamboyantly sexual notion of making him cum like he'd never cum before in spite of his two previous orgasms within the past few hours.
It was a tall order, but she would do it! If only so as not to give Angie, that incorrigible punster, the opportunity to make some crack about "biting off more than you could chew!"
In fact, aspiring to wit was the very last thing on Angie's mind at this moment. The burning itch between her legs demanded to be scratched. So, while her schoolmate gave her father's prick her undivided attention, Angie looked for an efficient way to get off.
Seizing a pillow from one end of the bed, Angie promptly thrust it between her legs, clamping her thighs around it in a vice-like grip. When Kathy and she had been bunk-mates in summer camp around the age of thirteen, it had been Angie's custom to get off nearly every night in this manner. When Kathy used to ask, half-asleep, what her friend was doing to the pillow, Angie would giggle and reply, "Exercise!"
Now, she wanted her friend to see this intimate and most private pastime of hers and recognize it for the specifically sexual practice it was.
Kathy glanced up from her ferverant cocksucking for a moment, and, seeing what Angela was doing, made all the desired connections. Her face broke into a huge grin, and she inquired, "Exercise?"
Angela blushed a bright red, even though it was exactly what she wanted, and nodded excitedly. She lay on her stomach and thrust her heated loins into the cooling pillow again and again.
Without missing a stroke on her father's cock, Kathy turned her body around so that her open cunt was right under Angie's nose.
"Want to help me with mine?" she asked in between gulps of cockmeat.
"Sure!" Angie responded warmly, feeling an even closer bond with her friend than she would have thought possible twenty four hours ago. She craned her neck slightly to give her easier access to Kathy's dripping pool of sweltering liquid. The first few slurps of her tongue in that sweet, palpitating pussy were equal in intensity and deliciousness to the initial time they had pleasured each other in this manner. In addition to which, her old summer camp pillow-fucking trick was proving just as eminently satisfying as the old days. In fact, it was getting her off in record time!
Faster and faster, juicier and juicier the two teenagers worked their passion off into pure sexual energy. The helpless man between them could only gasp and shake his ass toward one of the mightiest explosions he had ever known.
"Ohhh, Kathy girl, this is it! Your old man's about to drop a big load right in your sweet little mouth any minute now! You're the greatest cocksucker I've ever conceived sweetie pie-keep it going-I'm almost there!"
Kathy sucked harder and faster on the delicious manroot, now slick with the lubrication of her saliva and his own pre-cum, with an abandon that verged on mania. She was becoming obsessed with the idea of blowing her wad at just the precise instant that Daddy did-and she was going to make it! Angela's mouth was providing just the right liquid soothing, friction stimulating rubdown her clit needed to rear itself up and spit ecstatic dynamite blasts all through her cunt and ass!
Kathy gagged and choked and sputtered to save her life as Tom's overextended cock exploded into fifteen of the most intense shooting cum-spasms ever recorded on the Richter Scale. He simply could not stop from cumming!
Wisely, the dear girl had stopped jacking on his prick with her mouth as the heaviest spasms commenced, but contented herself with a strong suction, literally swallowing his cock down her throat while massaging it with her tongue.
Inside her head she recited a litany of the dirtiest, most obscene words she had ever heard or known of, the better to provoke her orgasm-and it worked.
At the same instant she worked her throat muscles double-time to swallow the thick, creamy daddy cum, she felt her own clit throb with climactic release and pulsate with pleasure under Angela's sweet ministrations.
Angie herself had just finished cumming into the slick and soaking pillow and now ground her exquisite rump to a halt as she observed her new partners in the final throes of joyland.
"Well Kathy," she breathed when it was over, "think we'll be able to get a rise out of old Robbie?"
Kathy's adorable, cum-smeared but innocent face broke into a wide grin as she licked her lips.
"He hasn't got a chance!"
CHAPTER SIX
"On your knees to me, you worthless scumbag! On your knees!"
Julie stood towering over the dark-haired, faintly Italian-looking man who cowered before her whip. He was naked save for a rhinestone-studded dog collar around his neck and a black leather jockstrap of sorts that made a convenient pouch for his semi-erect cock.
They were in Room Number Nine, better known as the dungeon to those special clients of Madame Pompadour's who craved a bit of discipline along with their love-making.
Julie wore a magnificently intimidating outfit, a black flowing cape and collar, draped around her ripe, womanly figure wrapped in black lace panties, a half-corset, fishnet stockings, and high black boots with spiked heels. That outfit, along with the bullwhip she held in one hand and cat o' nine tails she held in the other, made her an imposing figure to be reckoned with in addition to giving her the courage to say these ridiculous things Mr. Perez was paying so highly to hear.
"Who are you?!" she demanded imperiously.
"I am your slave, Mistress." Mr. Perez's voice was barely above a whisper. He supported himself on his bare knees, painful though it must have been on the bare, unpolished wooden floor.
"And what are you, slave?"
"I'm a worthless scumbag, Mistress." Julie hid a secret smile.
"And who do you serve?"
His eyes dared to flicker up to hers for a moment.
"Only you, Mistress!"
She cracked the whip loudly beside him on the floor.
"Only me!" And what use have I for a worthless scumbag, slave?"
"But-Mistress-" There was panic in his brown, furtive eyes.
"How dare you insult me with your vile servitude?"
"I-I-please, Mistress-"
"Silence!" Julie saw confusion mixed with panic in his eyes as he tried not to babble, and thought she'd better change her tack. Errors in sequential thought and faulty logic were not included in the little seminar she was running here this afternoon. Better not to confuse the poor bugger unnecessarily. Back to basics.
"Shut up you ungrateful pile of garbage! Get over here!" She turned on the sexy sneer she'd been cultivating especially for these clients, and weighed the two different whips meaningfully in her hands.
"Shall I allow you to serve your mistress?" she asked, a practiced note of purring seduction entering her voice. "Shall I?"
"Oh, yes, Mistress, please! Let me serve you ... "
Mr. Perez tried to hobble over to her without ever quite removing either knee from the floor. He knew the rules. She had bidden him to come to her, but she'd said nothing about getting off his knees.
"And how shall you serve me, slave?"
Mr. Perez said nothing, but his tongue quivered and protruded slightly from between his parched lips, wagging almost like that of a thirsty dog.
"An idea occurs to me, you inept piece of shit," Julie said, marveling at the way these disgusting phrases tripped so easily off her tongue. Could it have been merely a few weeks ago that she was a blushing, naive housewife wandering into this deluxe bordello, shocked and titillated by the madame's description of what her duties would be?
"I am yours to command, Mistress," the continental-looking subject sniveled up to her, barely meeting her eyes. "Please use me and throw me away!"
Julie licked her lips and spread her legs enough so that her warmly pulsating pubic arch was positioned just above Mr. Perez's expectant face. Her pussy began to drool with the kinkiness of what she was doing, and she thrust her hips forward slightly, offering it to his waiting mouth.
"Remove my panties, slave!" she commanded.
He hastened to obey, his fingers fumbling as he slid the silky garment down her long, lithe legs and she delicately stepped clear of them.
Mr. Perez swiftly brought the panties up to his nose and held them there for a brief moment, his eyes closing in rapture as he inhaled their pungent aroma.
The whip cracked down like lightning across his bare shoulders!
Swish-CRACK! "Ooowww! Arrrgh!"
"You disgusting little pervert! How dare you sniff my panties without my permission? Give me your hands!"
Whimpering softly, Mr. Perez extended his arms up, still clutching onto the panties. In a flash, Julie had tied and pulled them inside out, imprisoning his hands behind his back within the tight elastic. Mr. Perez grimaced with pain, and his heartbeat quickened appreciably.
"Suck my cunt! Drink all my juices if you're so fond of them!"
So saying, she grabbed the young man by the back of his neck and forced him, like a recalcitrant kitten, face first into her by now sloshing wet cunt.
Mr. Perez gasped and gurgled, seeming almost as if he were about to suffocate, but his tongue flashed a mile a minute in her sticky swamp. To her delight, Julie found herself really getting into (and off on) this perverse new thrill.
She had a fragmentary image of Tom watching her do this to a man-or even allowing her to do it to him!-that made the insides of her cunt throb and salivate like a hungry dog!
Wow! she thought, animal metaphors are certainly on my mind today! I wonder if my basic personality is changing? Or was this potential in me all along, just simply unrecognized in the role I'd chosen for myself?
Mrs. Julie Sinclair, priss-perfect housewife, now standing with her legs spread apart, astride a young Latin male who was eating her out like she'd never been before! She wondered what her daughter Kathy would say if she could see her now!
All these thoughts seemed to crash together in her head as he worked diligently on her dripping cunt, until she felt she'd better hurry and get on with this session before she came right now and ended things with a very unsatisfied customer!
Remembering what his particular kinky fetish was, Julie concentrated on tightening her bladder muscles, hoping that the pint of orange juice she'd been drinking all morning would do the trick.
Squeeze, squeeze ... umph and umph and here it comes!
"Drink, you rotten slave, drink all my precious bodily fluids if you want them so much. Here! Ahhh, here!"
The hot piss came gurgling out of her hole, first in a small trickle, then more and more powerfully until she was pissing all over his soaking wet face. She spread her legs even further and flexed her hips to direct the arc of the spray straight into his open, nearly gagging mouth.
"Oh, thank you Mistress! Thank you!" Mr. Perez gasped over and over as she continued to rain the warmly flowing urine down on him. Images of incredible depravity washed over her at the unspeakable lewdness of what she was doing, and her cunt tingled unbearably!
At last the yellow drizzle petered out and stopped. His tongue eagerly lapped up the last few drops and Julie made a mental note to send for a clean-up crew immediately following this session.
Mr. Perez rolled about on the hard, uncomfortable floor, yelping like a happy puppy as Julie tossed away the bullwhip and reached behind her to the instrument table for the small but powerful hand vibrator. A long black cord ran from the device, which looked like an electric shaver with a circular pink head covered with bumps, and disappeared into the wall.
Whining with anticipation, Julie flicked on the vibrator and felt its steady, powerful electric hum as she brought the device to her crotch and held it poised over her clit. The excited little organ seemed to reach out for contact and, not daring to wait a second longer, she pressed the vibrator lightly to her most sensitive spot and thrilled as the heavy sensations washed over her.
At the same time, she began to savagely beat Mr. Perez with the evil-looking cat o' nine tails, which in actuality was made of a much lighter leather than is customary for such instruments. Teasing and mild discomfort were fine, but the establishment found that most of its clientele drew the line at actual pain and agony.
And wisely so, thought the sex-charged housewife hooker as she wailed away. Why be hurt when you could have this intense, amazingly satisfying delight gusting through you? Mr. Perez was almost to the point of no return now. He writhed on the floor, his body twitching against the next unknown stroke-on his arms, his thighs, his flanks-a steady crack! crack! crack! of mounting excitement. His erect priapus pointed straight up in the air as he prepared to discharge his white, sticky tribute to the skill of his mistress. His hips began to thrust upward uncontrollably and Julie sensed that it was time.
"You filthy, piss-drinking, motherfucking, cocksucking slave! Come now, you worthless piece of shit! I command you to come for me this instant, or I'll cut it off!"
"Ahhhh-yes, Mistress-I'm coming for you now-now-now!"
With one final, punishing slash of the soft whip right across the convulsing Latin's testicles, Julie flung the whip aside and dropped to her knees in a half-crouch over his exploding penis.
She grasped the shooting member with one firm-handed grip and directed its spray of sperm all over her heaving breasts. The gray-white cannonade splashed against her erect nipples and trickled down into her cutaway black corset, staining the material.
Knowing that her task was completed and a roaring success, Julie let herself go and, holding the still buzzing vibrator against her passionate quim, tossed off an overwhelmingly powerful orgasm that left her drained and satiated.
The room was silent for a moment as they both panted down from their peaks, then Julie disengaged her hand from Mr. Perez's limp prick and untied his hands.
She cleared her throat experimentally and, switching off the vibrator said, "Thank you, Mr. Perez-that was lovely. The shower is around that wall, and I'll be seeing you again soon, all right?"
Without opening his eyes, he nodded.
"Okay, miss. I'm okay, I just want to lie here a minute. Thank you for everything ... "
Julie rose quietly, so as not to disturb his euphoric semi-slumber, and tiptoed out of the room.
Later, relaxing in her bath, she reflected on the events of the past day, and tried to sort out her feeling about them.
Firstly, she was simply amazed at how calmly she was taking all of this. She wondered idly if anything would ever be able to shock her again when she left Madame Pompadour's establishment.
Then, there was the way she had mentally phrased that last thought. She had said "when" and not "if." She realized more clearly than ever that it was not her intention to spend any more time here. In fact, it seemed that her education was now almost complete! There couldn't be much more to learn about sex in the kinky school she had enrolled herself in as a way of shutting out outside distractions until she was ready to face them.
With some slight surprised, she found herself feeling quite ready now to face them. Perhaps it was the catalyst of running into her daughter's boyfriend in this place, and the equanimity with which she had decided to fuck him. She felt no guilt about the act now, only a nagging sense of unfinished business.
The demands that she get her life in some kind of order were becoming persistently stronger than any of her other urges at this point, and Julie understood that living an existence as a high-priced courtesan could no longer fit into her plans of self-renewal and self-actualization.
She was obviously well along the road to becoming the person she would eventually turn out to be. She had changed in a great many significant ways. But how was this person to fit into the past life she had since put on "hold?" How would her family react to the new Julie, the new Mommy she had become?
There was no way to answer these questions, or even to determine whether she was going back with her family to stay or not, by inaction. Certainly not by soaking in a hot tub and waiting to turn her next trick!
Julie nodded her head in decision. That was it, then! She would leave this place, now, today. Her first stop would be back at her home, to confront her family and her feelings about the future.
She sighed as she pictured them-sweet, darling innocent Kathy in her cheerleader's outfit. Would the new value system Mother might be bringing home with her wreck havoc upon the young girl's sense of security and love for her mother? And what about Tom?
Her eyes dimmed and glistened with memories-Tom, her man, the faithful provider until circumstances beyond his control had put him in the dumper, the doting father, the enthusiastic and effective lover until events and their own rising tensions had sabotaged that, too!
Tom really was such a sweet man, and he tried so hard too please her! How much of their problem had been her refusal to experiment and her embarrassment at doing those little "extra" things he thought might put him back on the track, sexually?
Oh, wow, she thought! If I could go back to him now, with everything I've learned in this amazing place, who knows what might happen to our sex life?
She idly strummed one finger on her left nipple, sudsy with the warm bathwater, as she contemplated this possibility. Tom might not reject her at all! If he only might be willing to let her take the initiative, she could continue to introduce those kinks and fetishes she had been able to get off on here into their relationship until she found one that grabbed him, too!
Julie's hips stirred off the bottom of the tub as she pulled the plug to let the water begin to drain out. Her pussy lips were hot and puffy and expanded, partly from the bath but partly, she thought, from the exciting direction her thoughts had taken.
She gazed down at the freely floating tendrils of hair on her cunt and let her fantasies take hold. She pictured herself and Tom, running down "The Joy of Sex" manual from A to Z, while Kathy and Rob listened in through the wall of their bedroom, growing more and more excited.
That delightful young boy was just what Kathy needed, now that he had been broken in right. "Broken in," she thought naughtily, a very acceptable phrase, considering what a goddamn stallion he was!
Oooooh, she was seized by a new erotic thought! Could it possibly be feasible to continue the relationship she had developed with the young athlete even if she went back to her family? Hmmm, that would be quite a trick, quite a thing to pull off. It was best to not think about that for a while.
But she wanted to think about it, wanted to let her wild thoughts and fantasies run away with her until they brought her to another wonderfully satisfying, gut-wrenching cum. What a shameless whore she had become! Needing sex so often and so desperately ... how had she ever survived before with the meager quantity she had been accustomed to?
Her pussy gave another, violent jerk as she suddenly recalled something from her past - an incident she had successfully blocked off for years, and hadn't thought about until just this moment.
She wasn't always the lily-white, super-square mother she thought of herself as, she realized! She had just refused to acknowledge the obvious signals her body had transmitted to her from time to time.
The incident had taken place shortly after Kathy was born.
Alone in the house, waiting for Tom to come home from work, the younger Mrs. Julie Sinclair had taken to playing Scrabble solitaire, a practice she had to make up all-new rules for, but enjoyed nevertheless.
This particular afternoon, she decided naughtily that the game would be "Dirty Word Scrabble" and that she would figure out a way to involve Tom as soon as he got home, in the hopes of revving him up and getting herself laid tonight.
As she became engrossed in the game, titillating herself with all the usable obscene words and thinking how shocked Tom might be if she used some of the filthier ones, little Kathy began to cry.
Feeding time, Julie had thought, and she had let her nightgown fall open, revealing her large, succulent, milk-heavy breasts. She got up to fetch Kathy, wailing now in her crib, but her mind remained on her naughty plans for that evening.
As she settled back in the chair, she held her baby with one arms and raised her other hand to stimulate the flow of milk in her pendulous jugs. In a few short moments, out spurted the first pearly white dribble of mother's milk.
As baby Kathy closed her mouth over the large, turgid nipple, Julie was suddenly overcome with a wave of hot, urgent desire. She reached down to her exposed furry crotch and began to tickle herself into a cum, while Kathy continued to suck on her aroused tit and gurgle with delight.
Ohhh, my sweet little girl, you don't know what you're doing to Mama! Julie's head spun with desire and the imminence of her orgasm. This has never happened so fast, she thought, but Mama's going to cum right now! Oh! Mmmmmph! Fuck!
It was just as she lifted her hips off the kitchen chair and, soaking her fingers in her cuntal juices, let go with a grunting, shaking climax-that her husband walked in the door.
He stood rooted to the spot, staring at the incredibly lascivious spectacle of his wife masturbating to orgasm while breast-feeding their baby girl. He didn't waste time analyzing his reaction, he just tore off his work clothes and grabbed her.
Carried along on the euphoria of her release, Julie didn't even have time to be ashamed. She quickly deposited the well-fed Kathy back in her crib, sank to the floor with her husband-not even caring about his smelly and grease-covered body-and proceeded to fuck the living shit out of him! Now, almost sixteen years later, Julie finally removed the mental block that had prevented her from acknowledging the incident as one of the high points of her erotic life, and focused clearly on the image she was using to bring herself off now. The image of her handsome, rugged husband poised above her, his chest smeared with her milk and cum, pumping his maleness into her again and again until she thought she would die with pleasure!
In the privacy of Madame Pompadour's elegant bathroom, Julie braced herself under the water faucet, holding her hips up at the proper angle so that the hard stream of warm water hit her at the peak of its arc, directly on her clit.
"Ooooh, darling Tom! Tom, I miss you! I'm cumming for you now!!! Aaaahhh!"
The pulsations of the water worked admirably to push her over the top, feeling like a thousand tiny, probing tongues a second to make her love button explode with happiness.
At length, she subsided and got her breath back, stronger than ever now in her determination to thank Madame Pompadour for her many kindnesses, bid her farewell, and go back to the Sinclair home to sort out her life with renewed hope.
This time she knew she could make it work!
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Would you like some more wine, Robbie?"
Angela bounced up from the couch, her dark ponytail bobbing after her as, without waiting for his reply, she headed toward the kitchen to refill Rob's glass of cheap white Chablis. The young boy, freshly showered and shaved after football practice, lounged comfortably back on the sofa in the Sinclair living room. Kathy, braless in a white tee shirt and white tennis shorts, cuddled next to him, resting her freshly-washed blonde tresses on his brawny shoulder.
"Are you sure it's okay?" he asked. "Your old man won't get uptight about the wine being missing and all?"
Kathy smiled warmly at her boyfriend. She couldn't tell him that her dad had purchased the wine specifically with Robbie and this evening in mind. At least, not yet.
Rob leaned over impulsively and gave her a peck on the cheek. He could be so sweet really, when he wanted to be. His fumbling, stuttering phone call of apology for his behavior the other night had melted her heart instantly, and she had decided irrevocably right then, to put Angie's plan into action. She had invited him over tonight to have a home-cooked dinner prepared by Angela and herself and so far everything was working out perfectly.
Angie bopped back in with refills for all, and they toasted each other with mock elegance while Kathy exchanged secret looks with her cutely sensual friend.
"So where's Tony tonight?" he asked, leaning back against the couch and throwing his arms around both girls.
Angela sighed explosively and fell back against his arm, making sure that the side of her full breast brushed against Rob's body. In the tie-in-front halter top she was wearing, she knew he could feel the silky smooth, jello-like shimmy of her breast almost as good as if she were naked.
"Oh, business as usual!" she sighed exasperatedly in answer to his question. "He's got another dumb audition with the band up in Fort Lauderdale tonight until late. I feel like a football widow!"
Rob chuckled, "No, Angie, you've got it wrong-Kathy's the football widow, right Kath?"
"If you mean that I don't see you near as often as I-umm-get the urge to, you're exactly right!" Kathy admitted, giving a slight sexual edge to her choice of phrases. She nudged one warm, bare thigh against Rob's leg so the meaning would be unmistakable.
Rob cleared his throat involuntarily.
"Do you guys want to take in a movie tonight or something?"
Kathy giggled and tossed an obviously appraising glance at her boyfriend before answering Angela's sally with a posh, bored, "Oh, I imagine he'll do!"
Rob was used to the semi-serious bantering that went on between the two girlfriends, but there seemed to be an undertone to this evening that slightly puzzled him. He shook his head to clear it. Probably his paranoid imagination, he reasoned. Face it kid, not everyone in the world is out to get into your pants!
Angie took a long swig of the wine, then looked at her friends and grinned impishly.
"Want to get high? I've got some nifty grass tucked away in my bag ... not much, but enough to get us off, probably. Wanna?"
"Sure!" Kathy agreed, raising Rob's eyebrows slightly. Huh? Kathy usually wasn't this eager to get high-in fact, it made her nervous and wary of what might happen afterwards! But if she was game, what the hell!
"Real good grass, is it?"
"Mowed it myself this morning, right outside!" Angie insisted, deadpan.
"Okay," Rob laughed, "you win-you can have your evil way with me!"
"Ooooh, don't I wish!" Angie breathed, rubbing one hand along her own thigh just under the swing skirt she was wearing.
Rob felt a tingling in his head, and a buzzing there that wasn't entirely the wine. He leaned forward and busied himself with the rolling and licking involved in preparing their cannabis treat.
"It's nice here, isn't it, just the three of us all warm and cozy?" Kathy mused, closing her eyes for a moment and stroking Rob's back while he worked with the hootch paraphernalia, finally producing one huge joint that looked like it had been rolled by a chimpanzee.
"Terrific," Angela said drily, "Do we smoke it or mount it?"
"Hey, lady," Rob countered with a smile, "you can mount it if you let us watch."
'Did I just miss a suggestive remark?" Kathy asked woozily, her eyes still closed, her head tilted back. "I would hate to think that something dirty was said and I didn't get to be shocked by it!"
Rob looked at his girlfriend with surprise, and a little awe. She almost seemed to be referring to her hung-up background as if it were part of the past, and she were making fun of it! Had something happened to change her mind about going all the way? And when was he going to find out about it?
As the three teenagers inhaled the marijuana smoke and fought to keep it in their lungs without coughing, they didn't notice (or at least ONE of them didn't notice) the eyes that peeked out at them from the sliding door-slightly jar-to the family den. The boy didn't know, and the two girls had pushed the thought out of their minds, to be summoned possibly later as added fuel to their excitement.
Kathy reached over beside her and began stroking Rob's jean-covered leg. He instantly felt his prick go rock-hard and glanced over at Angela to see if she had noticed.
He was startled by what he saw-Angela leaning back against himself and the couch, closing her eyes as she gently massaged the breast furthest from him with her hand, in a lazy circular motion that caused her nipple to stand out, plainly visible through the sheer fabric of her top.
Wow, this was getting a little too hairy for him! What was going on here?
"Gosh darn him!" Angela pouted, breaking the (for Rob) somewhat strained silence, but continuing her casual breast-massage as if he wasn't there. "That Tony! He makes me so mad. He knew I wanted to see him tonight in the worst way. I feel so - itchy!"
Jesus Christ! Now her hips were making little nervous movements against his! And Kathy was slipping her hand up under his tee shirt and rubbing his well-developed young chest!
"I know just what you mean," Kathy said softly, dipping her hand down towards his belt buckle and rigidly straining phallus. "Sometimes a girl just gets that feeling and it's so strong, she doesn't know what to do about it!"
She leaned over suddenly and kissed him on the lips, immediately parting hers and thrusting her tongue deeply into his mouth, something she normally preferred to follow his lead on. She also reached further down and, just for a moment, clasped her hand over his cock and gave it a quick one-two jerk.
Taken utterly by surprise, Rob jerked away from his girlfriend and sputtered unintelligibly for a second. Kathy opened her eyes and gazed at him quizzically.
"Gee," he said inanely, "hot as shit in here, isn't it? Don't you think? Want me to open up a window or-or something?"
"Or something sounds about right," Angela muttered, pulling her hand with an effort away from her lap where she had been gently frigging herself through the material of her skirt while watching Kathy's progress. She caught her girlfriend's eye and nodded.
Obviously, Rob was too nervous for them to score with him out here in the living room, so the next phase of Angie's operation would have to be put into effect.
Angie leaned backwards and, giving a huge fake yawn, exclaimed, "Gee, I'm tired-I don't think I'm feeling too well, must be the dope and everything. You mind if I crash for a little while in your room, Kath?"
"Of course not, honey," Kathy said, covering her amusement with tones of warm concern. "You just go right ahead and lie down for a while!"
Angie got up unsteadily from the couch, managing to run her hands just about all over Rob's hot and excited body by the time she was on her feet.
"Okay, see you guys later-I'll probably be okay in a few minutes." She ambled off toward Kathy's bedroom, which was located past the living room and right across from the den, where Kathy's horny peeping father now perched, his eyes glued to the crack between door and jamb.
As soon as Angela was out of sight, Kathy resumed her attack on the young boy, sending her tongue in to do battle with his ear lobe, and her warm, passionate breath to pant on the side of his face.
"Oh, Robbie-Robbie-Rob! I don't know what it is but I'm as hot as a firecracker tonight! Do you feel it?" She placed one of his sweaty hands on her braless boob. He could feel the pointed tip right through her tee shirt!
"Shit, yeah, I feel it!"
"Angie's hot too!" Kathy continued breathlessly, as if letting him in on a big dark secret. "In fact, you know what she's doing now?"
"Armnggh," said Rob by way of reply.
"Tired, my ass! I'll bet you anything she's in my bedroom right now with her skirt off, trying to tickle her clitty and make herself cum before we notice how long she's been gone!"
"Wow!" was all Rob could manage.
"Want to see? Want to see if I'm right?"
"Wha-what d'you mean?" Rob slurred uncertainly.
"Let's go and look, and see if she's doing it!" Kathy panted excitedly, enraptured by the glaze of naked lust that covered his eyes.
Rob was beginning to lose contact with reality. This was beyond belief! His girlfriend, the star of a thousand private fantasies of his, was starting to carry on like a sex-crazed demon-even going as far as to suggest that they go and spy on her best friend!
"Kathy-are you okay? You haven't-ah-you haven't been talking to your mother by any chance, have you?"
Kathy squirmed impatiently at this unexpected query from out of left field.
"Rob-what the hell has my mother got to do with anything? She's off doing exactly what she wants, isn't she?" she demanded. "Why should I be any different? Answer me that!"
Rob stared at the agitated girl in astonishment.
"You mean-you KNOW?!! But I promised her I wouldn't tell anybody-!"
"Rob ... "
But it was too late. His liquor and dope-clouded brain could only make one connection, the only conclusion that his guilt and paranoia would allow him to accept. His eyes filled with tears and he groped for the fair-haired lass.
"Kathy-honey-please forgive me! I don't know how you found out, but I didn't mean for it to happen! I went to the whorehouse and your mother was just there, that's all! I couldn't believe it, but she-she WANTED me to do it to her-"
Kathy's face darkened into practically purple astonishment.
"You-you WHAT? You fucked my mother!!!"
"I didn't mean to, honey, I-"
With a guttural cry, Kathy leapt upon the boy, scratching and pummeling him with her fists. He tried lamely to protect himself from her amateur, ill-placed blows, but a few connected and stung him to the core.
The grappling twosome rolled off the couch and crashed onto the coffee table, knocking over the bottle of wine and spilling it all over each other and the carpet.
Suddenly, Rob's reason snapped, and all the confusion and pain of the last few days caught up with him at once. All he could see was a blind, white-hot rage which, oddly enough, had the effect of quickening his libido to something like gargantuanly urgent proportions.
He seized both of Kathy's forearms in his hands and hissed down at her, "Don't you play the little innocent with me, you horny little twat! You've been shaking your ass in my face all night long, and now you're gonna get it!"
"You shit!" Kathy screamed, writhing under his effortlessly strong grasp, "Let go of me, you bastard, you shit!" But Rob was too far gone to imagine the possible consequences of his act, and his cock ruled his every action, now large and throbbing between his legs.
With one sweeping movement, he reached up with one hand and tore Kathy's tee shirt right up over her head and used it to pin her arms together there.
While holding her down, pinned like a big, beautiful and helpless butterfly beneath him, he grabbed at her tennis shorts and literally ripped them off of her body. She wore no panties, and the white mark of her untanned bikini-covered pelvis glared up at him as if in invitation.
"All this time," he muttered, "torturing me, playing your perverted games with me, and driving me out of my fucking mind! No more, baby!"
He ripped down his jeans and underwear and his fully extended cock sprang forth, angry and jumping with excitement. At the sight of it, Kathy's rage and frustration also, somehow became erotic! And suddenly, all she could think of was shoving that young, virile cock deep inside of her-so deep in her that she wouldn't have to think of anything else ever again!
"Fuck me!" she hissed through gritted teeth. "Fuck my cunt! Shove that hard cock into me and fuck me with it! I don't care if he is watching-I don't care about anything!! Nothing matters anyway! Give me your cock!!!"
Rob was in no mood to argue with that point of view and, in one swift motion, he entered her, lunging the full hard length of his huge battering ram at full speed into her tight virgin cunt!
"AAAAARGH! You're killing me! You're tearing me in two!"
"I can't stop, Kathy-God help me!-I've gotta-I've gotta-"
Kathy clamped her arms, tangled tee shirt and all, viciously around his neck.
"You come now and I'll kill you, you son of a bitch!!!" She clamped her legs tightly around his butt to hold him fast and motionless as she grew accustomed to the size and girth of his massive member.
"Ohhh, Kathy! Kathy!"
"Unngh! Oooof! Okay, ..."
Rob groaned from the depths of his soul as she loosened her legs enough to allow him to begin a slow, sawing motion in and out of her sweet young cunt. She began to help him, urging her hips back and forth as she experienced the pain and pleasure of her first fuck simultaneously.
"It-it's getting better! I can feel your big cock inside me ... wow! It feels like it's gonna come out of my mouth! Ah, ahh, now do it! Fuck me hard. Let me feel it!"
Rob grunted and started to lengthen and quicken his strokes until they were both crying out with the intensity of their feelings.
"Rob! Rob!! I hate you! I love you! Ohhh-fuck me! Fuck!"
All this, of course, was happening under the frantic eye of Kathy's father, Tom Sinclair!
Hidden behind the den doorway, Tom had been watching the proceedings with a set of truly mixed emotions.
Several times he had been motivated to give up his hiding place and, revealing himself, burst out into the living room to stop what was happening to his darling daughter. But, just as he'd been on the verge of doing exactly that, Kathy's moans and squeals had transformed into pleasure-filled shrieks! It was difficult to tell whether she was hating it or it was the most sexually exciting event of her young life. Tom, with indecision and with a raging hardon tucked away in his pants to boot, Tom did the only thing he could under the circumstances: allow nature to take its course unless it looked as if his little girl were really about to be hurt, and hope that their youth and natural exuberance would amend the tattered cloth of their delicate relationship after they had both cum!
"Fuck me, Rob! Fuck me harder!! Ohh, this is it, you're doing it-you're making me cum! Oh, I never thought-aaahhhh!"
Feeling the virgin cunt of his teenage lover clamp around his cock in the spasms of orgasm was more than the young boy could stand. He grunted savagely and, with a final thrust, began rapidly pumping his seed into the warmly welcoming cunt of his girlfriend.
"Here it cums-ah! Ah! Ah! I'm cumming in you, Kathy, for the first time! Ahhhh!"
In the midst of all this racket, there was the sound of Kathy's bedroom door opening and a sleepy-eyed, unsteady Angela stood there, her skirt still on, but her blouse untied and hanging open to reveal her two delightfully shaped globes.
"Hey, Kathy-would you believe it, I actually did crash out! Where were you-?" Her eyes widened as she took in the spectacle before her on the living room coffee table. "Oh my God! Oh, wow!"
She couldn't believe her eyes! There was Robbie, lying atop the heaving body of her girlfriend, both of them panting and jerking their torsos with the aftermath of a truly momentous orgasm!
"Kathy-you did it! You really did it!"
The two fucked-out lovers, still too much in shock to move, simply lay in each other's arms and savored the last sweet fading pulsations.
Tom, out of his mind with desire, momentarily debated the possibility of running into the living room, throwing Angela down on the carpet and caution to the winds, and let the cum fall where it may!
But before he could act on this delicious proposition, everyone in the room froze. They stopped as dead as live people can at the sound of a key turning in the front door latch!
The door swung wide open before anyone could budge an inch, had anyone been so inclined.
"Hello, darlings, I'm home! I've come back-"
"Julie!" the father whispered in shock.
"Mrs. Sinclair!!" croaked the high school quarterback.
"Mommy!" cried the deflowered cheerleader.
CHAPTER EIGHT
All during the long taxi ride to her house, Julie had been filled with a mixture of excitement and trepidation concerning what the meeting between herself and her family would be like. She knew that everybody would be home, it being a Sunday evening and that being a family custom, nay, requirement, so she was faced with the prospect of dealing with both Kathy arid Tom at the same time.
By the time she had reached the house and paid off the driver, Julie had decided that, whatever happened, Kathy would not be sent off to bed. She was a big girl, now, and she certainly deserved an equal sharing in any discussion about what the fate of the family was to be.
Then, as she had pulled the door open, Julie had given herself one last mental instruction: whatever happens, don't get excited, don't get upset, keep an open mind and everything will work out for the best.
When she walked into the living room and saw the banquet of lust spread out before her eyes, her first impulse was that she had somehow wandered through a fourth-dimensional time-lag and had reappeared back in Madame Pompadour's establishment.
Then she recognized a few faces.
"Oh my God," she breathed, taking in the naked, sexually satisfied body of her sixteen-year-old daughter, still flushed and rosy from her sensual exertions.
"Oh my dear God," she murmured at the sight of the girl's very best friend, Angela Morehead, standing there watching with her titties exposed and a hand shoved down her skirt.
"Oh my dear sweet suffering Jesus God!" she mouthed almost inaudibly when a shadowy figure caught her eye-her husband, leaning half in, half out of the doorway to the den.
"HOLY SHIT!" she finally bellowed when she saw who it was that was fucking her little angel.
They might have remained like that, a motionless group of people playing a bizarre and grisly game of Statues, for a very long time if something very unusual hadn't occurred just then.
Tom Sinclair seemed to pull himself out of his somnambulant daze and, seeming to appear taller every step he took, steadily strode out to greet his wife.
A strange sort of gleam was there, sparkling in his eye, a glint of calmness and assurance that none of them had seen for quite a while. Somehow, everyone in the room seemed to sense that this moment was the turning point in the lives of each member of the family.
Tom stopped walking at the front alcove and faced the still figure of Julie. When he spoke, his voice resonated with calmness and conviction.
"Hello, Julie. We weren't expecting you back tonight, but in a way I'm glad you're here."
Julie opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out.
Tom held up his hand, then indicated the rest of the room.
"As you can see, some very important changes have taken place in our life here at home. And, from what I've been able to gather, in your life as well."
"Tom ... " she began, having not the faintest idea what she was going to say next.
Tom again held up his hand.
"You needn't blame the boy-he didn't mean to say anything, but he was provoked in-ah, something of a special way tonight. Now I don't think right now is the time to go into all the ramifications of what has happened here, but I would like-and I think Kathy would like - to give us a chance to get re-acquainted with each other and then see just how we feel ... without getting bogged down in recriminations and all that kind of shit. What I mean to say, darling, is this-the past is the past, it's over now, and I think we can start to really know one another again in a new way. Without the old rules. Do you think it's worth a try? I think Kathy cares, and I know I care a great deal about your answer."
It took Julie a moment to realize that he was finished. She was still reeling from amazement at the absolutely unheard-of eloquence in what he had just said.
She turned to gaze at her daughter.
Kathy's eyes shown up at her with love and hope-the answer she was looking for all-too-obvious in them. With one hand she still absent-mindedly stroked the sweat-drenched neck of young Robbie Caine.
She looked at Kathy's friend Angela, gazing at her in the same way, but with an added something in her eyes that Julie couldn't quite place at the moment.
Somehow it seemed perfectly natural to be having this intense scene in the presence of Kathy's two closest friends and Julie had no qualms about turning to her husband and saying: "I love you, Tom. I don't understand everything that's happened here-I don't even understand all of what's been happening to me, but I know one thing."
The entire group looked up at her very expectantly.
"Some very important perceptions have changed for me, about myself, these past few weeks. And there's no way I can deny you the freedom to experiment, and find your own answers, I guess." She smiled radiantly at them all. "I'll stay here and help you look, if you'll have me!"
"Oh, Mommy!" Kathy exclaimed, her eyes brimming over with love. "That's terrific! I love you!"
Rob got up awkwardly and stood out of the way to let Kathy run up and embrace her mother. The others exchanged glances and nervous smiles at the highly emotional scene that had taken place behind the bland words.
"Kathy, my sweet baby," Julie murmured, stroking the slightly damp blonde hair now resting against her shoulder, "Oh my, how overheated you are, child! Were you very excited?"
Kathy pulled her head back to regard her mother with serious, wide-open eyes.
"Oh, yes, Mother! I felt like I just couldn't control myself at all! And I had to keep going until-well, you know!"
"Of course, dear. You're a healthy, beautiful young girl ... and when you're hot little pussy gets in an uproar, you have to do something to relieve it, don't you?" Julie nodded understandingly. "You can't stay frustrated with all that pressure building up inside you. It's not good for your beautiful body."
"Gee, Mom, I really love you ... thank you for being so understanding!"
Julie smiled and hugged the dear girl impulsively.
"You're my sweet baby girl, you know that! And, as of right now, you can have anything your little heart desires, as long as you don't hurt yourself ... "
Kathy flushed slightly as she began to heed the early warning signals emanating from her youthful body.
"As a matter of fact, Mom," she said tentatively, "it's starting all over again. I feel like a want to-you know, do things again!"
Tom leaned forward and put his arms lightly around all of his family, and both Kathy and her mother felt a shock wave of sensual desire pass through them at the contact.
"Ohhh, Tom, darling, I-"
"Shhh, honey. Don't think, just feel. Does this feel right?"
So saying, he started to stroke both their shoulders, softly, just gently enough to raise goosebumps on both mother and daughter, until Kathy gave an. excited little whine and turned around so she was embracing both of her parents.
Julie's head was throbbing with the incredible power of feeling her own flesh and blood in her arms, responding to the most depraved kind of sexual urge. She tightened her grip on Kathy and used one free hand to circle her husband's neck.
Tom and Julie's lips met in a long and passionate kiss, while Kathy thrilled to the exchange of lovely lustful vibrations that was taking place all around her.
Gingerly, she reached one hand down to unzip her father's fly, and withdraw his now completely erect member. She heard her mother gasp, and Tom say, "It's all right, Julie, she's felt me like this before-and after all, she is a woman now!"
Julie moaned involuntarily as his hands found the base of her throat and slid down their caressing way to her proud, upthrust breasts, scarcely hidden behind the silk blouse and frilly white bra she wore.
Impulsively, Rob and Angela held hands while observing this extraordinary family reunion, their own blood inflamed by the certain knowledge of what was about to happen.
Kathy's parents reluctantly broke their lingering tongue-kiss long enough to begin swiftly unfastening each other's clothing. Standing between them, Kathy's nude body began to vibrate with emotion as she found herself treated, for the first time in longer than she could remember, to the sight of both her parents naked together.
She ran her hand with abandon all over Daddy's lovely huge cock, glancing over for her mother's reaction. After a moment of strained uncertainty, Julie smiled with warmth and parental indulgence.
"Anything you want, dear!"
With a small groan, Kathy pulled her father down on to the carpet and began to run her hands all over his body, coming back time and time again to his increasingly excited cock until Tom was panting in heat.
"Please, Mommy, help me do it with Daddy, won't you? I want to feel us all together like this - I need it so bad!"
Julie removed the last of her underwear, and ran a quick pacifying hand down her flanks. Soon, she told herself. I'll be getting it soon enough, my daughter is calling for me! She needs her mother's help!
Kneeling down beside father and daughter, Julie reached over to grasp Tom's cock. Ooooh, it felt like so long since she'd handled his hardness like this ... and with Kathy so near, it was even better!
She suddenly flashed on the times when she and Tom were still fucking, when she had turned herself on even more by imagining that Kathy could hear their bedsprings squeaking, or the headboard pounding against the wall. Intrigued, the teenage girl would creep down the hall to see what her parents were doing. In Julie's fevered imagination, Kathy would be peeking in through the keyhole (even though they hadn't one) and staring in amazement at her wildly copulating parents!
Wow! How many times had she gotten off to that fantasy, Julie wondered, and never made the obvious connection that she wanted her daughter involved in their sex life? How much she was finding out about herself in the course of this upheaval in their family life!
Now she stroked Tom's rock-hard shaft with one hand and her daughter's trembling belly with the other.
"Julie-" her husband panted, keeping his wild feelings under control, "Why-why don't you dip into Kathy's cunny and see if she's ready?"
"Oh, I-I couldn't," Julie stammered, feeling her ears grow hot with the rush of blood to them at the very idea.
"Come on, Mom, please? I feel like I'm burning up inside!"
"Go ahead and touch her, Mrs. Sinclair!" Angela chimed in, her fingers finding their way to Robbie's stiff prick and beginning a slow two-stroke upon it. "She really likes it-honest!"
"Well, I suppose I could just check a little-merely to see if she's wet enough ... that is quite a monster you've got there, Tom!" she said, eyeing her husband's straining manhood.
"That's right, honey. I knew you'd come round-we can't have Kathy's sweet little pussy be stretched too much, can we?"
Julie's fingers tangled in the sopping wet fur patch of her excited daughter, bringing forth a long, ecstatic "Oooooh!" from the horny teenager. "Don't stop, Mother! Please keep touching me, even when you put Daddy's cock in!"
Tom grunted loudly, unable to hold back any more and, prodding himself against Julie's hand, indicated his inability to hold back any further.
"Yes, dear, I know," Julie crooned soothingly, stepping up her manipulation of both father and daughter, "you'll be fucking soon, darlings! Just a few more strokes so she's nice and wet ... oooh, what a lovely tight pussy you have, Kathy! Now I'll put it in for you ... there! Can you feel it going in? Now! Nicely, slowly-"
"Ooohh, wow! Mom! Dad! It feels great! Do it harder, please. Keep touching me while we do it-Jesus, it's so fucking GOOD!"
Rob and Angela, excited already almost beyond endurance, were standing in the middle of the living room totally naked, frigging each other a mile a minute.
Without exchanging a word, the two of them made their way over to the couch as if on cue. Rob, stunned into mute passivity by these incredible developments, allowed himself to be positioned on his back while Angie climbed up over him to straddle his hips.
Both of them were positioned in such a way that, by simply turning their heads to the side, they could still see the most incredibly erotic sight either had ever been privileged to witness.
"Look Kathy," squealed Angela as she prepared to mount the over-excited teenage boy, "I'm sitting on Rob's dick! Can you see?"
Kathy glanced over, almost wild with pleasure at the feel of her sweet daddy's hard cock slipping in and out of her flowing cunt and the cool delightful stimulation of her mother's frigging fingers. She acknowledged Angie's abandoned exercise with a happy smile and several small grunts of passion.
As for Julie, she thought that she had never in her life seen a sight quite as lustfully inspiring or emotionally devastating as that which greeted her eyes at that moment. Tom, holding himself back from cumming in what must have been a supreme effort, valiantly supporting his entire weight on his extended palms as their beloved daughter squealed her enjoyment again and again.
Suddenly Kathy's hand sprang out and, searching out Julie's hardened clitoris, began to strum delicately on that outraged pleasure-nubbin.
Julie gasped both in arousal and shock as she felt her daughter's nimble, practiced fingers execute their frenzied, age-old dance right on her very spot. Her hips moved uncontrollably and she redoubled her masturbatory efforts in an effort to repay Kathy for this unparalleled gesture of love and devotion.
Rob thought he was going to lose it right then and there when he saw Kathy's hand reach out to caress her own mother's dripping cunt. The sight was so incredibly stimulating that he cried out and thrust his hips upward into Angela Morehead's welcoming hole at twice the speed they had previously established.
Angie grunted in encouragement and spread her legs further apart, pumping the delicious globes of her derriere in perfect counterpoint to the high school quarterback's new rhythm. Wow, if this worked out, fucking Tony could go plug himself into his Fender Bass for all she cared! This was the best fucking she had ever had, and with the floor show going on here, it was even better!
Kathy was in the midst of one of the ultimate sexual fantasies any devoted daughter ever had come true beyond her wildest dreams. Her mother, returned to them at last, gently held her in her warm and comforting arms, stroking her clitty and gently easing her toward a climactic rapture she had never known while her darling daddy pounded into her with the biggest, most highly-satisfying cock she could ever have conjured up!
Surely heaven couldn't be much better than this! Every muscle, every sinew in her body tensed for the coming spasm of release-she was nearly there ... just a few more strokes from Dad, just a few more clit-tickles from Mom, and she would be over the top!
Almost-almost! NOW!!!
Kathy wailed in total, ultimate fulfillment as the huge cum swept over her. She felt the sugary beat-beat-beats of pure pleasure begin in her cunt, and then flow outwards all over her body, tearing her ass apart with feelings she had never before even dared to dream about!
Words were impossible, all Kathy could manage were savage and inarticulate gasping cries as her body-completely out of control-lunged up and down against the pleasure-giving hands and cock, under its own power.
And then, right at the best part of her cum, without consciously wishing it, a face floated into her mind. She saw Robbie!
Eyes closed, body heaving in total bliss, Kathy could only see the handsome face of her dear boyfriend before her! She saw again his shy smile, the furrowed look of his brow when knit in concentration over a game plan, his glassy-eyed, hound dog expression of helpless lust when she worked her best on him-all these images seared across her mind and she screamed out desperately:
"Robbie! Robbie! Oh, God I love you, Robbie!!!"
The young athlete started and looked up quickly just as his prick jerked deep within Angela's womb and began spurting its thick, viscous fluid all around her insides. He stared at Kathy's writhing body on the carpet, and found himself crying out in unison with her.
"Yes! Oh, yeah, Kathy! We're cumming together again! Ah! Ah! Just like we did before! I love you, girl!!!"
Angela, thrusting into her own cum-shakes, missed the import of what her stud of the moment was shouting, and merely crooned with delight-spasming over and over again in complete and draining release.
"Ooooooh, uh! Uh! Ummmmnn ... "
Julie slowed her fingers on the faintly pulsing pudenda of her young girl, her mind absorbing the significance of Kathy's final love cries, and turned her attention to her husband, who she sensed was now reaching his zenith.
With one of his violent pokes into Kathy's quim, Tom pulled out too far and, before he could adjust himself, popped clear out of her vagina. Too late, his resistance gone, the first powerful jet of his long-awaited cum spurted out!
"Give me that! Don't waste it!" Julie found herself shouting, quickly leaning forward across her daughter's body and covering Tom's pounding cockhead with her eager lips.
She tasted the delicious tanginess of her husband's sperm as it pumped vigorously into her mouth for the first time in much too long. Swallowing ecstatically, the love-starved housewife jiggled Kathy's finger impossibly fast on her clit and delivered herself of a tremendous orgasm.
No ordinary, intense or super-kinky cum at the whorehouse had been the equal of this one, she thought, shuddering wildly down from her peak, no doubt about it! I'm here where I belong, all right!
She clamped her thighs around Kathy's vibrating wrist and lapped up the last of Tom's milky-white sperm. She used her tongue like a fastidious pussycat, cleaning all around his still-erect cock and balls, and all the places in his pubic hair where drops of the warm cum had caught and now glistened. She continued to emit a low, continuous, happy "mmmmm" sound as she worked diligently.
Angela emitted a soft, satisfied "Whew!" as she slid from her perch atop Rob's prostrate body. She rose unsteadily off the couch and reached for what remained unspilled in the wine bottle.
"Wow ... I think that was it. That was the grand prize winner!" she said with a small smile of contentment. "That definitely did it."
"Ohhh, my sweet lord," Tom groaned when he found his voice at last, "that mouth of yours ... I'd almost forgotten what a great little cocksucker you are darling!" He reached out to ruffle her damp hair affectionately. "Welcome home, love of my life!"
Julie's eyes shown up at him.
"It's nice to be back you gorgeous hunk!"
Kathy and Rob, who had been exchanging meaningful glances at each other during this exchange, and indeed, ever since their mutual spend, slowly came to stand together and regarded the happily entwined parents on the living room floor.
"This is the way it should really be, Mother," Kathy said solemnly. "You and Dad together ... and me and Rob!"
Tom and Julie looked up at her.
"Kathy's right, folks," Rob said, gathering his courage. "What happened here tonight was a fluke-a one in a million event, not a workable proposition. I think we'll all see that come morning, and I'm going to take Kathy away to live with me." The two teenagers glanced at each other, eyes shining with excitement. "I've been offered a very lucrative athletic scholarship at U.M. and you know that there's a place waiting for me in my father's yacht dealership, so there's no reason why we can't just get married now, is there?"
Julie's eyes filled with misty emotion and she held on to her husband tightly.
"Not if you really feel that way, honey, do you?"
Kathy nodded slowly, as one who had thought it out thoroughly.
"No one can accuse you of being children anymore," said Tom thoughtfully. "I guess there's no harm in seriously considering it at this point." He glanced up at his daughter hopefully. "You would visit from time to time, though, wouldn't you?"
Kathy beamed joy and radiance at her parents.
"Of course, Daddy, don't be silly! I'm not going to desert you or Mother, now that she's come back. And, when I'm not here," she cast an eye toward the lithe, naked figure of Angela, "why, I'm sure little Angie here wouldn't mind stopping by from time to time, just to keep you company! Would you, Angie?"
The dark-haired girl smiled hugely, looked from her friend to the provocatively displayed nude bodies of her parents, and licked her lips.
"Mind? I don't think I'd mind much at all, really!" She gave a broad wink which embraced everyone in the room. "Not as long as we just keep it all in the family!"
There's just one more thing," Kathy ventured. "I know I've come a long way in a short time but there is still so much that I have to learn. I want to experience everything in this wild new world of sex that I've so recently been introduced to. I want to fuck with a big great dane and I want to suck off its big hard-on and taste its animal sperm all the way down my throat."
"But, honey," her father said. "That may be dangerous. Dogs like the great dane are big and powerful and it is very easy for you to get hurt. They get very excited and they don't care about hurting their sex partners."
"Besides, dear," her mother added, "they carry all kinds of diseases. Like V.D;"
"Now, wait a minute," Robbie interjected. "That happens to be a fallacy. They cannot transmit V.D. to humans. They can, however, transmit fungi and other bacterium. But, still I wouldn't want to see you do anything like that, Kathy."
"I think it's a splendid idea," Angela said with a broad smile on her face. "I have always wanted to do just the very same thing myself. Just the thought of sucking on a ripe red, hard animal cock that is alive with raw animal sex, makes me cream my jeans and drool at the mouth."
"Oh, Angela, I think that's kind of naughty, don't you?" Kathy's mother added.
But one look at the expression on the two girls faces made her realize that her arguments were in vain. They were going to do their thing no matter what was said. She could just picture the young girls underneath the big great dane as it humped like a jack-hammer in and out of their cunts or assholes.
Then the idea began to arouse her, also and she felt the old familiar wetness in her cunt. She felt the hot passion rise up from her groin and take possession and she knew that she too would love to join the girls, would love to make it a threesome with one of them blowing the stiff, hot dick of one dog while the other got dicked up the cunt or ass from another: One of the dogs could lick and lap at their cunts while he was being serviced.
It was a wild idea. It was a thing that she would definitely have to try. A thing she was happy now had been offered to her as another innovation of the acts of intercourse which never grew old.
"I only bring it up, mommy and daddy," said Kathy, "because I want to be completely honest with you and Robbie and Angela. You didn't raise a liar, you can be proud of that. Also, I thought that maybe I might get some help along the way as far as locating a creature that is amenable to my needs and wants."
"I'll help you, dear," said her mother with a smile on her face. "I think it is wonderful that our daughter is going to be brought up with absolutely no sexual hang-ups. I would love to join you. I think men are marvelous, but they say dogs are pretty special in their own right. It's worth the try."
"Well, go ahead and get it out of your system," Kathy's father said. "I suppose I should not be the one to stop your pleasure."
"I guess I agree," said Robbie. "Maybe I'll get used to the idea after awhile. I guess it's better than sharing you with another football player."
"Good," said Kathy.
"Great!" said Angela.
The five happy humpers giggled and nodded at each other in bemused wonderment at the inane and bizarre turn their conversation had taken in the last few minutes. Once those inhibitions were exploded, they certainly went out with a bang!
Husband and wife, betrothed teenagers, and nubile friend of the family hugged each other in happy recognition of their essentially depraved nature, and resolved to keep a careful eye on their future activities regarding safety and common sense.
After all, Tom reasoned whimsically, we don't want things to get out of hand, here!
