I remember one time I watched my sister getting dressed for school. As I peeked through the door, I caught a glimpse of her bending over to pick up her clothes. She was naked and I was excited.
Her back was to me and as she bent, her ass stuck out towards me in the most inviting way. The sunlight was coming through the window in front of her, and when she bent, her thighs spread slightly and I could see pubic hairs where the beam of light came to rest.
I was tempted to burst into the room and grab those luscious ass-cheeks. But, I knew I'd have to wait for the right moment. The stirring in my loins told me that that moment was near.
CHAPTER ONE
Suddenly it was morning, and Rudy Shafter was awake. It happened just like that. One moment, he was in a very small room in a hot, sweaty dream, a room with hair on the ceiling, and two paper-thin pink lips with serrated edges and a chimney-like vent in the top from which beautiful clear, scented juice was descending. Rudy was drinking the juice and savoring its perfume on his tongue.
And then the room had gone away, and he was in a real room with knotty-pine board walls, brilliant, morning-sun-filled windows with frilly white curtains, and hooked rugs on the floor. Outside, rows of pine trees stood beyond the windows, the rising sun shining whitely behind them, and a few of the familiar roofs of Townesville Center were visible, as well as the Exxon sign on its pole by the road. Somewhere out there, the blue-green waters of Pine Lake were rippling in the mountain breeze, the rental boats bumping and bobbing at their moorings, and a few early fishermen were probably gathered at the tackle shop or the lake shore.
The covers on the convertible sofa where Rudy slept had been tossed and kicked aside during the height of his delicious dream. And now, as he looked down along the level sleekness of his naked torso, his gaze was caught by the sight of a jaunty, reddish tower with a dome on its top, standing optimistically upwards from his groin. In the leisureliness of the moment, Rudy allowed himself to focus steadily on the hard-on, admiring every inch of its massive loveliness. He wrapped one hand around the hot shaft, and began a slow squeezing action that sent delicate electric sensations up and down the entire length of his spine.
Soon, a liquid reminder of the juice in his dream, as clear and sparkling as amber, pulsated up out of the mouth of Rudy's organ, spreading across its dome-end and gradually oozing down all sides of the tool. Rudy kept compressing his hand around the shaft and felt the eventual, inevitable buildup of other warmer pressures deep between his legs. The pressures enlarged tremendously in an unusually short time, and sweat started to break out all along Rudy's body.
He knew he couldn't quit now. He wanted to bring the fantastic feeling of the dream back to life in his brain, and, the longer he rubbed and squeezed, the harder and hotter his crank became, and the more intense the pressure between his thighs, the closer he came to returning to that little comfortable room with the hairy ceiling.
Then he was there. He closed his eyes as a powerful trembling spasm shot through his muscles like an earthquake.-Red and blue flashes of light erupted inside his eyelids. The instant he reopened his eyes, he saw jet after jet of rich pearl-yellow cream spouting in long streamers from his cock. The organ flexed and jerked automatically in his hand, and the pushing thrusts at its root jolted Rudy's whole abdomen as though it were an engine running at full torque. The cream landed in a ropy string of driblets along his stomach, extending almost as far as his chin.
"Ahhh...."
It was over. The dream had been rekindled, and Rudy could relax, loll luxuriously on the bedding and remember it. The little room had been the space between a girl's thighs, the small hollow core of her crotch where the muscles on each side curve away in cozy concaves, forming a grotto. The ceiling was her cunt, with the fan-like pink inner lips encircling the dark, endless chimney of her vagina.
The only thing that troubled Rudy about the dream was that it always concerned the same girl. It was unerringly drawn around one cunt, one single kind of cunt, a cunt with feathery pale-blonde hairs decorating large, smooth, pastry-like vulvar lips looking delectable enough to bite into. The clit was always a tiny, brilliant knob, half-sheathed in a flawless fold of pink-white tissue. And it smelled unchangingly the same, an indescribable musk odor which Rudy had never been able to put into words, but nonetheless could never force out of his mind, no matter how hard he tried.
The girl in the dream was always squatting over him. He'd had the dream many times lately. So often, in fact, that he was learning to believe it was an obsession. He couldn't bring himself to forget the girl with the delicious cunt, and at the same time he knew he would never have her. This realization never failed to make him feel ice-cold inside.
But then the coldness went away, as Rudy heard the house around him beginning to stir. Sounds of activity came from the bedroom adjoining the end of the living room where Rudy lay. The door hung open, revealing glimpses of a closet full of women's clothes, underwear and shoes scattered on the floor, the end of a bed, and a sunlit yellow-curtained window. This was where his two cousins slept. He had moved in with them, and his aunt, when his mother was finally committed.
Wendy was shaking Lola and telling her to wake up. She did this every morning. Lola slept like a railroad tie, something that Wendy, who was younger and jumpier, always resented.
"C'mon, it's nine in the morning!" urged Wendy.
Unless he got up off the convertible sofa and went to the bedroom doorway, Rudy wasn't able to catch sight of his cousins. But he knew that if he did look, he would see Wendy's nineteen-year-old body, naked, breasts jutting prominently upward-outward from her chest, full-formed bottom opening and spreading wide apart as she bent over her sister's bed. Rudy had seen this view accidentally a few times, and he'd always turned discreetly away like a good relative, like his mother had taught him to do, and waited for the girls to get dressed.
Lying on the convertible sofa, Rudy listened to the sounds in the bedroom and closed his eyes, recalling the sight of the naked sisters, their bottoms, their groins. One of these days, he thought to himself, I'm going to stand at that fuckin' doorway and look all I want at Wendy and Lola! I'm not gonna move an inch, even if they start screaming! And if I've a mind to, I'll go right in and shove my nose between Wendy's ass cheeks, and sniff her fuckin' hot snatch! He balled his fists at his sides amidst the covers, remembering other things. He could do it! Yes he could! His mother wasn't around anymore to stick him with her cigarettes or lock him and his sister in separate closets. No, he was free now. His mother was in the crazy place.
Coming out of it, Rudy felt ashamed and silly all at once. What did it matter, if he wanted to ball his sister in his dreams, or suck Wendy in the bedroom? Was it so important that he had to grit his teeth thinking about it?
Then, of course, maybe it was ... Hadn't these very things affected him so much last night that he struck out once again, on his two-odd-dozenth date?
But now he had to act fast. Lola was getting up, and Wendy had already gone into the bathroom, where Rudy could hear her running the water and flushing the toilet. The girls would be coming into the living room soon, and, reminded of the scenes he had gone through with his mother, he didn't want to be caught with come splattered all over himself. Quickly, with a skillfulness born of long practice, Rudy scooped up the pearly semen in his hands and licked it off, swallowing the salty-sweet-tasting stuff and lapping at his fingers and palms to transfer the spit to his body. Finally, he rubbed himself furiously with the bedsheet until he was dry. And he was just in time, too, because a moment later Joye, his aunt, came out of the hallway and past his bed, wearing her usual bathrobe and scuffy slippers.
"Morning," she smiled at him, pausing.
All the Burnetts were a watchable family, Joye included. In her mid-forties, she still retained the figure of a 20-year-old, with the only exception of being more buxom. Where the girls' tits were jutting, perky cones, Joye sported true honkers that made her robe stick out like a shelf in front. And, below her hourglass waist, her fanny blossomed in a fantastic double bulge in back, rearing outwards in all directions without a hint of sloppiness, looming firm and complete. From there down, her thighs tapered hugely into long, sculptured calves and perfectly formed ankles. Joye wore her long, silky-brown hair in a fall down her back, reaching past her waistline and touching her bottom with the tips.
Joye got right to the point. "How did your date go last night, honey?" Turning toward him, she did nothing to prevent the front of her robe from gaping a few inches apart, showing her long pale legs up to the short hem of her nightshirt. Her oversized brown-haired bush was just out of view.
Rudy sat up, trying not to stare at his aunt. He figured he might as well tell her the truth. "Ahh, it didn't go," he admitted. "She turned me down without a second chance."
Joye took this in, her smile fading. "That's too bad. Ellie Johnson's one of the nicest girls around here. Where did you go, out to the picnic grounds?"
"No, we just parked in the pickup truck by the lake."
Joye nodded. "And she struck you out, huh?"
"Yeah ... And I know the reason, too," said Rudy deliberately, lowering his gaze away from Joye's.
Joye knew what he meant. "Still dreaming about Paula, is that it?" She stepped a bit closer, her robe still open. When she saw his answering nod, she continued. "Look ... I guess you've been having these dreams ever since you came to stay with us last year. You can't go on like this. It's not healthy for you to shut yourself away so."
"But-" Rudy began defensively.
"Never mind," Joye cut in. "We can talk about it over breakfast. It'll be time to open up the store pretty soon." She started away, her long hair swishing. Rudy continued to look at her while he found his clothes and shoes and began putting them on. The kitchen was located at the other end of the large main room, and nearby stood the dining table and its set of Early American chairs. Joye proceeded to warm coffee and get out cups and dishware for the family.
As Rudy finished dressing and headed for the bathroom, he passed Wendy and Lola at the door. "Hi," said Lola breathily when he almost bumped head-on into her. He tingled at the abrupt touch of her breasts inside her bathrobe and turned to see the girls walk onward away from him.
"Joye's Country Store" had originally been called "Bert and Joy's Country Store" when Rudy's parents used to bring him and his sister up here into the Sierra Nevada mountains on summer vacations. But Bert died one autumn in a boating accident on the lake, and a few months afterwards Joye. changed the name of the store. She explained that the old name reminded her too much of the loss of her husband, and now, under the present name, she still did the same business season after season, selling ,gasoline and groceries to fishermen in the spring, hunters in the fall, and vacationers every summer.
Lola and Wendy had both been raised in the atmosphere of the store, helping their mother with the customers and the chores, and neither sister showed . any indication of ever wanting to leave the peace and quiet of Townesville Center.
Rudy thought about all of this in the bathroom, and 'at the same time tried to ignore the memory of last night's humiliating scene in the pickup truck with Ellie Johnson. It had been his sixth date with Ellie, and she had promised she would let him "put his meat" into her this time. But in the darkness of the pickup's bed, on the blankets and sleeping bags Ellie had remembered to bring, Rudy hadn't been able to get his pecker up at all. It came to an end with Ellie's calling him a "pantywaist," and accusing him of not having his mind on what she wanted at all.
Gritting his teeth, Rudy hammered the sink with his fist, remembering. He squeezed his eyes shut furiously.
There was talking going on at the breakfast table when Rudy came out, and he got the strange sensation that the girls and Joye were talking about him. They welcomed him to the table with smiles and consoling looks, and then went on eating their bacon and eggs while Rudy sipped his coffee.
It was only when everybody was finishing up the last few pieces of toast and jam that Joye turned to the others and started putting her feelings into words.
"I think this has got to come out into the open," she said plainly. "Rudy, you're having problems getting it on and getting adjusted with the local girls, aren't you."
"What about Ellie last night, Rudy?" asked Wendy.
They all looked at Rudy for the answer. Not knowing why it was so hard to say, Rudy muttered something about failing to make the grade, and resumed sipping his coffee.
A long silent period went by, and then Joye said softly, "How are you going to be free, Rudy, as long as you remain obsessed by thoughts of your sister?"
Rudy's face prickled. "I can't control it."
"Paula's twenty-nine years old, though," Wendy put in, "and here you are, barely eighteen. She's lived her own life for years already."
"Who's that man she's living with?" said Lola.
"Chet something," Wendy said, thinking.
"Chet ... Chet...." Joye tried to recall.
Rudy knew. "Chet Clayton," he snapped. How many times had waves of murderous jealousy swept over him in the middle of the night? Rudy had lost count. Ever since Clayton had taken his sister away from him, and left him alone with only his memories and daydreams of Paula's secret treasures....
"I realize," said Joye sympathetically, "what it used to be like for you and Paula when you were children. Don't you think I remember the times when your father and my sister-in-law brought you two up here in the summer?"
"I remember, too," said Wendy, her eyes fixed on Rudy.
"I know what your mother did years ago, to punish you and your sister whenever you offended her twisted sense of propriety. She even bragged about it when she got loaded enough. No wonder you and Paula were driven so close together. Especially after your father ran out on you."
Naturally, Joye's mention of those years brought dozens of visions flooding back into Rudy's mind. He could see the bony form of his mother, with her eyes blazing hatred at him and his sister. But somehow, his father remained a blurred image in the background, heading out the door.
"But," said Joye in a quiet voice, "that was then and now is now. Everything's got to change, with time."
Rudy eyed her coldly. "Is it wrong to want my sister?"
Joye reached out, touching his hands. "No. I'm not saying that. Nothing's wrong if nobody gets hurt. But can't you see? Paula's not yours to have anymore. She's Chet's now."
"Look," said Lola to her mother, "it seems to me, Mama, that this whole problem hinges on one thing. We've got to get Rudy's sister off his mind for him, any way we can."
"Yeah, it's up to us," said Wendy. "We can't simply say it's Rudy's fault, and leave him dangling."
"Right," said Lola. "We all want what's best for Rudy."
Confused, Rudy cast his gaze around at the others, seeing Lola and Wendy and Joye as if for the first time. He couldn't believe the looks in their eyes. They were loving eyes, expressive and tender ... and caring. A strange new warmth started to spread inside Rudy's bones.
"I've got an idea," said Lola. "Since we have the job of helping Rudy prove to himself that he's a real man, let's go ahead, each one of us if we want, and teach him."
Facing Lola, Joye asked, "How do you mean, teach him?"
"You know," said Lola, "the way you and Papa taught us when we were little. By picking a time and place, and getting it on!" She looked again at Rudy. "Would you like to make love to us, Rudy darling? Would you mind it?"
As Rudy became aware of the total sincerity in Lola's beautiful eyes, the stunning force of her suggestion struck straight home like a sword, making shivers of anticipation race up and down inside him. He felt the shaft of his boner hardening almost instantaneously between his legs.
"But...." he quavered excitedly, "would it be right? I mean ... aren't you my own kin too, just like my sister?"
Leaning forward on her side of the table, Wendy eyed Rudy openly, as if he was sitting there naked. "You're very attractive, you know," she smiled. "In fact, I've always been too embarrassed to say it, but ever since you first moved in with us, I've wanted to find out how it would feel to have your 'thing' put into me, for real."
"Same with me," said Lola amorously. "Remember the time I caught you in the toilet by accident, and you showed me your dong, just as you were zipping it back up in your pants?"
Rudy remembered, and quivers of delight filled him as the feelings of the scene came back to him in force.
"Even I have been interested," said Joye pleasantly.
Feeling hot and cold simultaneously, Rudy sat back in his chair and studied the female trio surrounding him. In the cheerful morning glow of the wood-hued room, three sets of eyes glittered lovingly at him, and three luscious pairs of full-fleshed breasts loomed magnificently inside the minimal coverings of bathrobes. Suddenly, Rudy had been offered the kind of bountiful sexual possibility that was usually reserved only for particularly steamy daydreams.
"But...." he began, and sighed heavily. "I mean ... Wow! ... What would my mother've thought?" He arose from the chair and paced away from the table, turning, his head whirling as he thought of Lola and Wendy and Joye.
"Oh, wow!" he said.
Lola got up too, grinning deliciously and laughing as she saw how worked up Rudy had become. She came towards him, her robe parted in front to show her delectable sexuality embodied in the sweet curly bush between her thighs. She hadn't been wearing any nightshirt.
"And don't worry," she said, "we won't be like those other girls. We won't turn you down if you can't get hard the very first time. We'll be careful."
"All we want to do," Joye said, behind Lola, "is convince you that you're okay in the sex department. Then, you won't be bothered ever again by guilt or inadequacy."
"It's the one thing we can really do to help you," said Lola. She took hold of Rudy's hands, and pulled him tightly towards her. Opening her mouth, she planted a hot wet kiss on his lips, and started moaning hungrily. Rudy delayed returning the kiss until he was finally sure that this was actually happening to him, and then he also opened his mouth and threw his long arms around Lola, squeezing her powerfully and sucking on her as hard as he could. Her breasts prodded with hard points of fiery intensity against his chest as she let her body melt next to his, and her breath washed in waves over his cheeks, mingling with the silky strands of dark auburn hair that fell over her shoulders. It was the hottest kiss Rudy had ever enjoyed, and Lola's marvelous technique awakened reservoirs of passion deep within him that Rudy didn't know he possessed.
When it was over, Lola stood back a few inches. "See?"
"I see," he answered breathlessly. "God, I see!"
Next, Joye came forward and opened her robe in front of him. She uncovered one huge point-tipped breast, which she held out towards Rudy proudly. "Feel it," she suggested. "Feel how real a woman can be, when you believe in love."
Rudy touched the hot nipple with his fingers, and let his fingertips trace their way around the wide sloping curve of Joye's delectable mammary organ. "Hold it in your hands," breathed Joye intensely, "and feel how firm it is."
Not since he had done this with Paula's teenage-sized boobs years ago in the bedroom of his old home, not since then had he held a breast this close, or felt it so freely. Cupping his hands under it, he encircled it with his palms to get the fullest appreciation of Joye's amazing warmth.
Threatening to explode, his cock did a crazy throbbing jiggle in his pants, and Rudy had to let go of Joye's breast in order to keep himself from popping his rocks right there and then. Satisfied with her body's effect on Rudy, Joye casually covered her breast back up again with her robe.
"Do you want to take the day off and go fishing?" she suggested. "Although you were supposed to drive into Barkersville today for the week's supplies, you don't have to go. I can just as easily make the trip."
"Okay...." Rudy nodded, catching his breath.
"So, why don't you go ahead with one of the girls?
Take the fishing tackle, and some blankets, and go out in the family's rowboat for as long as you want to."...." Yeah," Rudy said, still hot and prickly from the sensations racing through him.
The midmorning sun was brilliant and warm over Pine Lake, turning the sky blue-white behind the tops of the pines lining the shore, and lighting up the distant granite crags of the mountains so that every rock was etched and outlined like sculpture. Sunlight gleamed on the ripples of emerald-green water around the rowboat, and the only sounds Rudy could hear were the sweeping hush of the breeze in the distant pines and the steady lapping of ripples against the wooden sides of the boat.
Wendy sat in the bow of the boat, watching Rudy while he rowed. He pulled the oars slowly, easily, not feeling he had to hurry. The blades made little splashing noises in the water, and the boat moved serenely toward the far shore. The sun brought out yellowish-silver highlights in Wendy's long blonde hair, which streamed down over her shoulders in smooth straight strands. She wore blue jeans and a sweatshirt, and canvas boat shoes, which she had put on hurriedly after she agreed to come along with Rudy when he picked her.
Back on shore, Rudy knew that Joye had probably already left for Barkersville in the pickup truck, while Lola was minding the store. All the way down from the store to the beach, Rudy had found it surprisingly hard to hide his excitement as Wendy led him to where the boat was tied. He didn't know why he felt so excited. It was as though he had never gone out with a girl before. The simple sight of Wendy walking ahead of him, her fanny flexing and swiveling in the tight-fitting seat of her jeans, was enough to drive him short of breath and start the sweat beading between his shoulder blades. And for hours now, he'd been carrying around a cock that felt like a telephone pole in the front of his jeans.
Here on the solitude of the lake, alone with his cousin, Rudy felt reluctant to speak, half-afraid that words would shatter the electric mood of the moment, the mood of erotic splendor which seemed to surround him like an aura. Nevertheless, he had to say something. The questions welling up in his mind bothered as much as titillated him.
"Wendy, I can't understand it," he said. "What's wrong with me? I've almost got the shakes, just being near you."
She grinned, brushing her breeze-blown hair back from her face. "Maybe it's because you know I won't hurt you," she said. "Not like the other girls apparently have."
Rudy exhaled. "Could that be the reason?"
"I think so. See," she explained, "you already know that I want to make you, just as much as you want to make me. My body belongs to you today, and you can do whatever you like with me. We'll have more fun than you've ever known." Taking a breath, she forced her peak-pointed breasts outwards like swelling pistons inside her sweatshirt. The shadow cast by her bustline covered half of her stomach, down to her waist.
Keeping his gaze riveted to Wendy's body, Rudy let it wander downwards into the crotch of her jeans, where the material gathered into wrinkles between her thighs and cut into the slot of her vulva in a long, deep crease. He knew what waited inside that crease, and he longed to remove those jeans and put his face in that lovely spot, to wrap his mouth with her hair and fasten his lips to her labia. The only thing he was still finding hard to believe, however, was that she was going to let him do it so soon!
"Wendy," he said, "there's another thing I want to know."
"What's that, Rudy?"
"At breakfast this morning," he said, "Lola talked about how your mother and father had 'taught' you about making it, when you were children." He paused, continuing to study her with his eyes. "What happened, when they taught you?"
"Well," said Wendy, "it was very simple. When Papa thought Lola and I were ready, he invited us into the bedroom one night and had each one of us play with his boner until we got it hard. Then, we watched it shoot off, and Papa told us that this was how babies were created.
"Then, a little while later, he and Mama let my sister and I watch them do it on the bed. We saw him play with Mama's pussy, saw him stick his fingers in it and rub them around until Mama was all gooshy and ready to make it. Then he had Lola feel his boner while he slipped it into Mama, and after that I felt it too. I also felt where it was going inside Mama's hole, so that the hole was all stretched out, without any lips left around it or anything. It was beautiful."
"Wow, yeah...." said Rudy, imagining. Man, he thought, that was something my parents would've never shown me!
"Finally," Wendy said, "Papa took each of us girls out for an evening. I did all kinds of things when I , went with Papa, and he told me that every one of them was all right, if you had the right feelings about them. It was only when it hurt someone, he said, that it was wrong.
"We took a shower together first, after which Papa rubbed my whole body with rubbing oil. Then I rubbed him all over, working especially on his boner. I put his boner between my breasts, and managed to jerk a lot of come out of it, which I spread on my breasts with my hands. Then, he licked my breasts with his tongue, making steady circular motions around them, until I got so excited that I oozed lubricant all down my legs. It was great, I can tell you." Rudy found himself getting harder and harder as he listened to Wendy. Meanwhile, her breasts were heaving up and down, and she squirmed her fanny around on the seat of the boat, moving her legs apart again and again.
"Then," she said, "Papa had me squat on top of him on the bed, in the motel room, and he slowly put the end of his dong inside my hole. Holding me by the bottom with his hands, he slowly moved me down onto his dong. It slowly went up into me, sliding in. Papa had a tremendous dong, and it hurt pretty bad at first, stretching me so wide-open, and there was a little blood. But it soon stopped hurting, and after that it felt nothing but fantastic! When he came again, he pumped and pumped and pumped all his stuff deep inside me. I rose up later, and his dong sucked down and outwards, so that his come spilled out, splattering down from me and covering Papa's stomach. He laughed, I remember, and said, 'That's how it's done, Wendy,' and we took another shower together and went home. I talked about everything we had done with Mama, Papa and my sister while we had a later supper that night, and I explained what T had learned."
"Man, that's too much!" Rudy inhaled.
"It was a wonderful experience," Wendy said.
Rudy kept rowing, while the sun warmed his arms and his back, and the light flashed in his eyes from the ripples.
"What part of that evening did you like the best?" he found himself asking as he rowed.
Wendy took a while to answer. "Oh ... I think I liked the part with the oil the most. It made me feel slippery and sexy, ready to be covered with Papa's hot come."
Rudy had come suddenly to the point of asking Wendy out loud about the one special obsession which would always continue to nag at his brain, and fill his dreams. He could still see the small, warm room which was Paula's cunt, hovering over him, while she waited for him to lick it clean.
"Wendy...." he stammered. "Do you ... would you like ... could I do something with your...?"
She was looking patiently at him. "What is it, Rudy?"
But he couldn't say it. The nervous shyness that had kept him from putting this dream into words in front of any other girl but his own sister made him clam up once again.
"Oh ... nothing," he shrugged.
An understanding smile played over Wendy's lips, and she leaned towards him, putting her knees together and resting her arms on them. Her large, moist eyes glittered in the sunlight. "Rudy," she breathed intimately, "whatever you're thinking of, whatever keeps bothering you, no matter how ashamed of yourself it makes you feel, it's still all right with me. You can have any part of my body that you want to have. That's a promise, Rudy darling...."
But Rudy didn't say anything.
Leaning back again and looking over her shoulder at the far shore of the lake, Wendy said, "You know the little cove over on that side, Rudy? The one behind those big rocks?"
"Yeah," said Rudy, "I've gone there a few times."
"Let's go over there, to have privacy."
His heart racing, his pulse pounding with the knowledge of his soon-to-be seclusion with Wendy, Rudy turned the boat, backing his oars, and proceeded to row in the direction of the hidden cove. It took him only a few minutes to get the boat behind the hulking granite rocks guarding the mouth of the cove, and when he and Wendy were finally completely out of sight of the main lake area, he shipped the oars and let the boat continue to drift on the placid, crystal water.
"Well," said Wendy, spreading her legs and reaching to unfasten the front of her jeans, "now we're alone, just you and me together. How does that make you feel, darling?"
Rudy didn't have to fake his excitement. He could barely control it. "Like heaven!" he exhaled tremblingly.
"Do you have a whang on?"
He nodded, feeling the hot pole in his pants.
"Unzip and let me see it."
Almost robot-like, Rudy compliantly opened his jeans, sitting with his hips forward on the boat seat. The russet, heavily-veined, bulge-tipped tower that he lifted out from his open fly stood so completely hardened and perfect above his loins that Wendy gasped when she saw it.
"My God, it's bigger than Papa's!" she cried jubilantly, staring at it. Forgetting her half-opened jeans, she jumped up and knelt in the boat, squarely facing Rudy's enormous, jauntily vertical prong. Taking both hands, she gripped her small, pointed fingers around the pole's girth and squeezed it tight, holding onto it with all her strength while flashes and shivers of sensual delight raced through Rudy like waves of liquid, phosphorescent brilliance.
"Want me to massage it?" she breathed...." Yeah." Rudy felt his cock pulsating hugely.
Wendy immediately began to work on his organ with eager, well-timed gripping and ungripping motions, her thumbs and fingers opening and closing in up-and-down patterns along the length of it, rising all the way to the bright, firm tip. Suddenly Rudy felt the first tremors of an eruption of jism gathering deep within his belly, and he stiffened, trying to hold it instead of letting it explode too quickly.
Seeming to sense the impending orgasmic surge, Wendy stopped her rhythmical massaging and clutched Rudy's organ more tightly than ever. Then Rudy watched, stunned, as she closed her eyes, jerked her long neck forward as though she were beginning to vomit, and dropped her jaw, opening her mouth enormously with her tongue lurching out widely. In less than a second, she had gulped down more than half the length of Rudy's pulse-pounding meaty shaft, her lips stretching into a thin glistening-red line that wrapped around his dong.
"Glb-mmmmmmmmmm...." she began humming.
Rudy felt the membranous, warm interior of Wendy's throat with his sensitive-ended prong, and he felt her glottis distending and opening in her gullet as she kept swallowing more and more of his pecker's lengthy bulk. Her tongue licked in and out slitheringly along his boner's underside, creating frictions which were as intolerably acute as they were pleasant. The burning pressures inside his body rose to a higher and higher fever-pitch every additional minute that Wendy continued to force more and more of him into her throat.
And, simultaneously, the delicate, persistent vibration of her humming added ever more fuel to his orgasmic infernos. Fiery feelings seized him and whirled him into a blossoming fantasia of sweet, erotic visions. The pink flower of Paula's interior membranes opened up in front of him, growing apart all by themselves, showing him the cavernous vagina, the furrowed hymen, the glands around the aperture, the little peehole, the throbbing, prominent clit. He wanted to see Wendy's cunt in the dream, and struggled to imagine it, knowing even during his upwelling joyousness of orgasm that his sister's organs were probably lost to him forever.
But no matter how hard he tried to make the wet pink flower turn into Wendy, it remained obstinately Paula, hovering closer and closer, opening wider and wider between the high-held, naked, pale globes of her exposed ass cheeks.
Nearing the climactic explosion, Rudy's eyes suddenly grew sharp and clear again, and he stared down at the figure of Wendy, long, blonde hair falling around her head and down her front as she stayed crouched down between his thighs. Unbelievably, she had managed to devour every inch of his mammoth pecker, so that her lips were now caressing its hairy base near his testicles. Along his entire blood-glutted spire, Rudy could feel nothing but the constant, heavy pressure of Wendy's throat, its internal tissues wrapped tightly like hot, moist elastic around his shaft. Her gullet's muscles made long, repeated swallowing motions downwards along the organ, forcing it to stay deep inside Wendy and trying as powerfully as they could to suck it even deeper.
All at once Rudy was spending, his entire body hardening for the effort, the membrane of his abdomen flexing strongly to shoot his jism downwards into the upward-curving pipe. His glands flexed one, two, three, four times quickly and the juice from his innermost guts flowed thickly, viscidly, and yet with incredible, surging power and swiftness through his cock's distended tube and down Wendy's esophagus.
She caught her breath, groaning ecstatically.
"Hhhgggnnhh-!" she grunted. "Mmmmmmhhnnggghh!!"
He responded, in his own delirium. "Oh God, oh God!!"
With another few spurts Rudy knew he'd be wasted, but to his utter amazement Wendy's throat actually shut off the flood of his steamy glue in mid-spend. She proceeded with her sucking after taking a moment to swallow the cream he had shot into her, devouring his crank as fervidly as before.
And, though he couldn't believe it, he stayed hard!
His cock throbbed with unfaltering hugeness and strength, not even diminished in the slightest degree. Feelings of god-like capability filled Rudy headily. Thanks to Wendy's amazing persistence and technique, he realized that he was still capable of a whole extra complete orgasm, an entirely new and just a fantastic expulsion of burning cream.
"I'm gonna come again! I'm gonna come again!" he cried.
Apparently, Wendy didn't want to take her mouth away from his organ until she was sure he'd be able to retain his remaining jism and keep his hard-on from faltering. Then, she slowly withdrew, and Rudy watched the long, bright, wet cylinder of meat emerge through the red-edged, round funnel-shape of her distended mouth. As the dome-tip popped free, Wendy's mouth relaxed into a more ordinary shape, half-open, a satisfied smile playing around the corners. She licked his cock's end tenderly, leaving dollops of come and spit on it that glistened in the sunlight, and finally she straightened, rising to her feet ' and standing spread-legged in front of him.
Rudy's eyes automatically fastened onto the center of her jeans, where the opened zipper and parted fly revealed the top of her curly natural-blonde bush. Wendy seldom wore panties inside her jeans, and so there was only the rough denim separating Rudy from a perfect close-up view of the deeply furrowed nether crevice between her parted thighs.
Wendy laughed, a light, friendly sound. "You look silly, sitting there with only that huge, pink dong showing!"
Rudy glanced down at it and saw its eye-like hole looking straight back up at him. It really teas a monstrous prong by this time, having been brought to a pinnacle of hugeness and hardness by his blonde cousin's delicious ministrations.
"Now for a nice, slow fuck...." Wendy inhaled. Being careful not to rock the little boat, she brought her legs together and speedily peeled down her jeans, the clean nakedness of her flawless thighs flashing whitely in the light as she bent down and removed the jeans, tossing them towards the bow of the boat. Clad now only in her sweatshirt and the canvas boat shoes, she turned deftly around before Rudy and showed him her pretty, jauntily curving bottom, the crack between the two sleek halves rising vertically until it disappeared under her sweatshirt's knitted waistband.
Looking over her shoulder and grunting, Wendy backed towards Rudy, spreading her legs and preparing to bring her naked rear end downwards, bending into a partial squat.
Gazing longingly into the widening gap between Wendy's pale inner thighs, Rudy watched her hair covered cunt lips starting to spread open, a juicily flowing, pink-red interior of serrated inner lips appearing in the shadow of her crotch like wet rose petals. He wanted to lunge forward and bury himself amongst those membranes, fastening his eager mouth to that other mouth-like opening of girl-musky tissues.
Let me do it! he wished urgently to himself, in an ecstasy from just looking. Let me suck you clean, stick my tongue deep into your vagina, and ladle out every fresh, warm, honey-like gob of nectar I can find!
He wanted to do this, but he froze.
Instead, he sat and watched his cousin lower herself into his lap, bringing her intriguingly widened crotch down until Rudy could no longer see it under her jutting bottom. He abruptly felt the blunt face of his boner nudge Wendy's juicy cunt underneath, and, as he gripped the boat seat with his hands to hold himself steady, Wendy reached into the space beneath her groin and fingered his rod towards the waiting envelope-mouth of her deepest hole.
She fitted his massive prick into her cunt's opening, sighing as she felt it begin to enter her straining hymen, her thighs rippling while she squatted lower and lower over Rudy's denim-clothed legs. Then Rudy sensed the hot tightness as Wendy began engulfing his prong, sliding herself down onto its upright stoutness with immense grunts of effort.
"Jesus!" she exhaled, plugging herself up tightly, "Come into my gut, you giant Goliath stud horse!"
"Ahhh...!" Rudy responded.
She sat fully on him, making herself comfortable. Her large, soft buttocks flattened, spreading over his lap, caressing him under a feather-light, pillow-like spread of skin.
Rudy felt her body swelling and contracting as Wendy inhaled and exhaled, sitting on him.
"Don't move a muscle," she said over her shoulder. "I want you to enjoy this fuck, while I do all the moving."
"... Okay," Rudy said, breathlessly.
Then he said, "Urkk!" as he felt Wendy's powerful vaginal lining begin a series of ring-shaped suctions inwards along his cock, drawing the girth of his meat upwards like a vacuum pump into herself., sucking the hot pre-come juice of his glans from him with an unbelievable intensity. Continuing to work on him with her hidden bodily muscles, Wendy sat quietly back against Rudy's chest with her legs straddling his on the boat seat, inhaling deliciously and letting her abundant, silken hair drape down in front of his body between them, the top of her head resting just under his chin. The pressure of her body against him, and the constant, unending ripple of her secret sheath over his aching boner made Rudy gulp and gasp, panting with unbridled delight.
"A penny for your thoughts," she grunted heavily.
"Uhhh-!" Rudy exhaled.
The flashing spasms of pleasure filling his body from Wendy's marvelously calm fucking actually prevented him from saying anything in words, and he was amazed that Wendy still had the power of speech, despite what she was doing. At the same time, he didn't want to hurt Wendy's feelings by telling her the truth: he was still thinking of Paula.
The erotic treasure-trove of delights between Wendy's legs was still visible to him. But the vision of his sister's most personal region haunted his mind every minute that Wendy kept on exciting his throbbing libido. If Rudy combined what he was feeling in his cock and his loins with Paula's slobbering, unfolding snatch which confronted him blatantly whenever he closed his eyes, the result heightened his joy beyond anything he'd ever experienced, keeping his dong rock-hard and pounding inside Wendy's hot cavern.
"Are you gonna come soon?" she suddenly asked.
"I'm holding it ... as much as I can."
"Don't hold it very hard any longer...!"
Losing the final fraction of his muscular control, Rudy's mind went blank in a spinning, reeling aurora of ecstatic exploding, his hips jolting upwards under Wendy, the tremendous pressures in his organs releasing themselves into the pipeline of his cock so that the biggest, longest spout of jism he'd ever done went blasting upwards into Wendy's pelvic solidity in gush after gush after gush. Thinking of Paula's flowering cunt, he filled Wendy full of steaming glue, until, at last, his throbbing organ was wrung empty.
Together, Rudy and his cousin trembled, quivered and groaned, the motion of their bodies making the boat rock under them, threatening to topple them both into the water.
At last it was over. "Fuckin' got your nuts off!" Wendy swallowed, continuing to sit with the softening pole of Rudy's meat still buried to the hilt inside her.
Drifting in the forest-fringed, sun-dappled cove, Rudy and Wendy enjoyed the long, slow aftermath of their stunning conjunction, staying connected internally on the boat seat. In spite of everything, Rudy had never felt so wonderful.
CHAPTER TWO
When she finally decided to unplug herself from Rudy's weakening prong, Wendy raised up in front of him and put her jeans back on, turning to smile in appreciation at him as she rezipped her fly over her juice-running, blonde bush.
She asked Rudy to row across the cove to a nearby secluded beach under the towering rocks and pine trees, and, after he had beached the boat and put aside the oars, Rudy assisted Wendy onto the sand. She led him to a spot under some overhanging boulders where they could lie down on the clean ground and relax, while birds keened in the clear sky overhead, among the whispering pine boughs, and a mild afternoon breeze rustled the leafy underbrush around them.
Stretching out, Wendy folded her arms behind her head on the ground and sighed, gazing off into the sky. Rudy did the same thing beside her, neither one looking at the other.
After a long while, Wendy said, "Are you happy?"
"Uh-huh," breathed Rudy.
"Did I please you, just now in the boat?"
"Uh-huh."
In the following silence, Rudy sensed the pressure of Wendy's hip against his side. The tension in his body that had bothered him all morning, ever since awakening from his vivid dreams about the little room of Paula's cunt, was completely gone now, having vanished in the wake of his glorious bout with his beautiful, blonde-haired cousin. But what was left inside him felt like a cold emptiness, a drained tiredness, and the hopelessness of knowing it hadn't really been what he had wanted. It left him feeling strangely incomplete.
Wendy seemed to notice his unnamable discomfort.
"You're awfully quiet, all of a sudden," she said.
"Oh?"
"Is anything wrong, darling?"
He took a breath, and let it out.
"Anything that might be my fault?" she persisted.
He paused. "No ... it's not your fault."
Once again, the silence closed over the two of them as they lay side by side under the rocks and trees. The breeze came in off the water of the cove, making little wavelets lap, splashing, on the sand surrounding the beached boat. Someone started an outboard motor on the other side of the main lake, its sound coming to Rudy's ears from the distance. Wendy readjusted her position on the ground next to him, her bottom rubbing with a small noise on the gritty sand.
"It's about Paula, isn't it," she said softly.
Rudy didn't answer, keeping his thoughts to himself.
"Isn't it about Paula, Rudy?" she insisted, sitting up and turning to face him, her pointed breasts jutting out in her sweatshirt, her eyes showing sympathy and curiosity.
Rudy gazed up at her from the ground.
He nodded reluctantly. "Yeah ... Paula."
Folding her legs under her, Wendy sat beside Rudy, her breasts looming towards him, hands folded in her crotch.
"Well," she impatiently urged, "tell me about it."
Rudy inhaled and stretched, sticking out his legs along the sand and gripping his hands together over his head. "You're a beautiful girl, Wendy," he said, "and I'd never want to hurt your feelings, ever. But...."...." But what?" she coaxed.
"But, all the time that we were doing it, in the boat, I ... was enjoying it, mostly ... because I was thinking of Paula, imagining her in my mind, seeing her ... substituting her for you in my imagination, so that instead of fucking you, I was actually ... fucking Paula."
Despite herself, an instinctive flash of jealous anger began to cloud Wendy's features. She fought it down, looking at her own body, her protruding, youthfully erect breasts, her heavily tapered abundant thighs, the cavity between them where her hands were resting as she sat on her folded feet...." Didn't I do it right?" she said in a small voice.
Rudy sat up. "No! That isn't the problem at all! You did it fine, Wendy. Honest! I've dreamed about doing with a girl just exactly what we did out there in the boat for most of my life, and now that we've really done it, it was every bit as wonderful as what I used to dream about. You were great, Wendy, and I appreciate it! Honestly!"
"Then ... what?"
Rudy saw his cousin facing him, all her attention focused upon him at this moment, here on the sand by the cove, the clear, glittering orbs of her long lashed, feminine eyes directed solely at him, waiting expectantly, hopefully, for the answer which he knew deep down inside would someday have to be given out loud before he could have any rest from this torture. So now it had all come to a head, he thought to himself, all his problems with the nagging visions of Paula, his obsessions concerning what Paula used to do with him, the failures these things were causing between himself and the local girls around Pine Lake, and his unavoidable night dreams.
Here he was, alone with Wendy, with a girl who wanted nothing more than to be told the truth, who was willing to give herself completely, entirely to him whenever he wanted, depending of course on how honest with her he decided to be. What better place or time was there for him to let everything out into the open? All he had to do was tell her, and he'd be free of his secrets, and Wendy would love him all the more.
"All right," he said, gathering his courage as he looked deeper and deeper into Wendy's waiting eyes. "I'll tell you all there is to tell about Paula and me, and what we used to do alone together, when our mother wasn't around."
"Please," Wendy said encouragingly.
"It's a long story," said Rudy, looking at her.
Wendy collected herself, getting comfortable in her sitting position beside him. "Start at the beginning."
"Well," said Rudy, "I guess it all started when I was still just a baby, longer ago than I can really remember. Paula and I were living with our mother in a little wooden house on a side street in San Pedro, where Mama worked as a cocktail waitress in one of those sleazy nightclubs where the sailors go whenever they're in town on shore leave.
"I remember, one time, watching my sister getting dressed for school. She had her bed on the other side of the little upstairs bedroom from mine, and there was only about a yard of open space between our two beds, which was the only place in the room where she could stand while she was putting her clothes on.
"It seems to me, the sunlight was coming in through the little window at the end of the room, and it shone right on Paula, who was standing naked next to my bed while I was still in it, looking at her smooth, shapely behind. Paula used to wear her hair in' long, blonde braids then, that trailed down her hack and ended in big, curved tufts which rested on the upper curves of her ass cheeks. I would lie there and watch the tips of her braids moving around on the skin of Paula's rear end. I always wondered if they tickled."
"Please go on," said Wendy, listening.
"Well, on this particular morning that sticks in my memory," said Rudy slowly, "I saw Paula bend over away from my bed in order to pick up her clothes off the floor. Although she'd done it a thousand times before in the past, my mother had always beat it into me that I shouldn't be interested in what girls, especially my sister, did when I was around. I wasn't supposed to look at them, or get excited at all."
"Oh, yeah?" Wendy smiled.
Rudy grinned back at her. "Yeah. That's the way Mama was. I can say this now, but I'd have been killed if I'd said it then: Mama was more interested in how other people behaved, particularly Paula and me, than she was in how she acted herself. God, if I told you some of the things she did with the drunken slobs she used to bring back to the house at night, after my father ran out on us...!"
Wendy nodded. "My mother used to tell me about Marie, your mother. Why Uncle Slade ever married her, I'll never know.?
"Well," said Rudy, "I think when you're in the Merchant Marine, like he was, and don't see a woman for months at a time, you tend to get kind of desperate."
"Anyway," said Wendy, "go on."
"So, on this morning, when I looked at Paula bending over by my bed, I took a chance and stared real hard into the very place I wasn't supposed to look, the secret parts in her crotch which were showing at me through the space between the backs of her bare thighs.
"Paula was just beginning to get her hair then, I think, because there was only a little fuzz of blonde hairs on the two oversized, pink lips that closed together inside her groin's diamond-shaped cavity. I stared and stared at those lips, with the sun shining off each little hair, and then, for whatever reason I can't figure out no matter how hard I've tried to reason it all these years, I suddenly stuck out my hand and felt the lips of her cunt with my fingers, running them up and down over the smooth, warm skin."
"Mmmmmm...." Wendy squirmed, imagining. "Didn't your sister feel what you were doing?"
Rudy nodded. "I'm sure she did. I half-expected her to jump up straight and whirl around to scream at me, but instead she just stiffened a little, and didn't seem to get mad at all."
"What did she do then?"
Rudy could hardly put this next part into words. He had never done it before, and to do it now was like cutting a piece out of his brain with a sharp knife and then handing it, all gray and bloody and fraught with awesome associations, like a gift to Wendy, for her to examine it.
"Wendy," he said, "I don't think you're going to believe this ... but, while I touched Paula in her private parts, she just kind of grunted softly in her throat, still bent over ... and then for the first time in my life I saw her entire cunt area ... open up like a flower right before my eyes! All the parts slowly pushed outwards by themselves, expanding in the light from the window, covered with juicy liquid that glistened and drooled from inside, and in a while her whole cunt had unfolded and grown into a distended pink bloom of membranes and organs that bulged directly at me!"
"Hmmmmm-" said Wendy, sitting back on her heels.
Rudy trembled as he continued, too excited to stop, too afraid not to continue the incredible scene he had already begun. He watched Wendy carefully, wondering when she would tell him he was perverted to be remembering such things.
"Paula giggled," he said nervously, "with her cunt wide-open between the backs of her legs, and she backed up towards me on the floor, staying bent-over, pushing her inside-out vestibule wider and wider open and bringing it closer and closer to my face. I had never seen anything so fantastic in my life before. Deep in the shadowy center of her cunt, the hole of her vagina showed with its wrinkle-edged mouth like an up-and-down version of a regular mouth. And there were a lot of other things in there too, that I had never seen before, that I didn't even know girls had until then."
"Could you see her clit?"
Rudy thought for a minute. "You mean that hard little thing at the front, where the lips come together?"
Wendy nodded, her hands working into the crotch of her jeans as though to feel her own hardening knob.
Rudy smiled. "Yeah ... It was the first clit I'd ever seen, naturally, so I didn't know what they were supposed to look like. But Paula's was huge, and I watched it get bigger and longer every second, until eventually it was sticking straight out of her, like a fat sort of pencil."
Wendy's hands were working in her groin faster than ever.
"Anyway," said Rudy, "I kept on peering at my sister's privates, getting more excited all the time, and then I crawled onto my hands and knees on the bed, to get closer, and sniffed Paula with my nose, bringing it as close into her crotch as I figured I'd be able to." He paused, quivering with a peculiarly strong delight as he remembered. "Paula's smell was pretty strong even then. The same kind of cunt musk that I dream about whenever I have a wet dream.
"Paula didn't seem to mind the fact that I was smelling her, and she even pushed herself a little bit nearer, standing by the bed, so that her butt filled the whole area around my face, and I couldn't see anything else. I began to feel almost like I was going to go inside her, as if her vagina was a tunnel big enough for my whole body to fit within it.
"Right about then, I guess I must've started licking her snatch. I buried my whole face inside it, and the lips wrapped around my face like huge warm wet flaps on a door. I heard Paula starting to grunt and groan, the sounds coming more through her body than through the air. My tongue worked in and out of her hole, and up and down in the channel between her lips, and the longer that I licked up mouthfuls of that wonderful smelling stuff in her cunt, the more she throbbed and shook while she stood bent-over on the bedroom floor."
Rudy felt lightheaded and dizzy, putting these memories into words after all this time. He felt suddenly impelled to go on, deeper and deeper into the whirling fantasy of the incident, hardly caring anymore that it had really happened, or that he was really telling it to Wendy now, beside the wave-lapping cove in the woods, on a warm, clear afternoon. Inhibitions were dropping away inside Rudy, the brick walls crashing clown without sounds, making him shiver with their crumbling. The story was a kind of fever that gripped him and whirled him onwards helplessly.
And Wendy listened to every word.
"I wanted to lick every bit of liquid out my sister's cunt," Rudy said, almost without realising. "I suddenly needed to drink Paula dry, as if she was a kind of well. She fed me, I believe, in a strange sort of way, and it seemed to give her just as much pleasure to suckle me as I got from suckling. I wanted to gobble her up, to swallow her completely. I slid my tongue through her slot over and over again, curling it and swallowing the stuff I found in her. I tried to inhale all the girl-smelling juice from every steamy furrow. Can you understand that, Wendy?" He stared into her eyes, hoping for a sign of approval and recognition. "Can you understand how much I needed to drain her of all her wonderful liquids?"
"I understand...." Wendy responded, leaning towards him as she continued rubbing herself in her groin.
A feeling of rapture flashed through Rudy as he saw the look in Wendy's large, moist eyes. "You know," he said breathlessly, "people say that little children can't come the way grownups can. But, Wendy, I remember while I was sucking and licking Paula, with her naked rear end looming all around me, I could feel my pecker getting stiff and large, just like Paula's clit, which was rubbing against my face.
: My boner got very hot all of a sudden, and it twitched the same way it does nowadays. I licked Paula's snatch without stopping, and soon my cock choked out blobs of juice almost like the juice I ate out of Paula. Meanwhile, she jerked and spasmed too, until at last she covered my whole face with floods of gluey spend from her glands."
"God...!" said Wendy, going into her own spasm as her hand continued a rhythmical double-twitch inside her crotch. "And how old were you then, do you think?"
"Oh, I don't know. About four or five, I suppose."
"That would've meant Paula was about fifteen."
"Yeah. She was going to junior high school, I think."
Wendy took a moment to remove her hand from her crotch and settle herself back again onto the sand underneath her. Sighing with satiated pleasure, she lifted the hand that had been deepest in the crotch of her jeans and sniffed it, before tossing back her long blonde hair and smiling at Rudy.
"Was that what thrilled you so much about your sister, and kept you so obsessed and secretive to everyone else?" she said, moving sideways to shove the heel of one foot upwards into the cavity between her ass cheeks. She sat fully down on the foot, burying the heel in her crevice. "Was it the fact that Paula allowed you to cunt lick her in secrecy?"
Rudy was still lying on his back on the sand, his arms folded around his head, hands tucked under his neck. He looked up at Wendy's jutting breasts in her sweatshirt.
"You're the first person I've ever told about it, Wendy," he said levelly. "All my life, ever since Mama used to punish Paula and me for being what she called 'filthy', I've been terrified about what any girl would do if she knew."
Wendy's eyebrows went up. "You mean, your mother found out about what you and your sister were doing together?"
Rudy nodded his head.
"On Saturday nights, when Mama was working," he said, "Paula and I used to take our baths together.
You see, Mama had assigned my sister the job of 'babysitting' me. Those were the words she used.
"Anyway, Paula and I got into the habit of undressing in the bathroom together. Then, I would sniff and lick her snatch before we got into the bathtub, to make sure that her cunt was dirty enough to need a bath at all."
Wendy smiled. "That was Paula's excuse to get you to give her a lick job, am I right?"...." Yeah. And it made the whole thing seem okay to me, as though I really wasn't doing anything wrong." Rudy paused now, his face darkening as he remembered the hideous scene that was to follow. "So, anyhow," he said, "Paula and I were in the bathroom one Saturday night, and I was kneeling under her rear end, with her dress covering my head while I licked her snatch, when all at once we heard footsteps, and then the bathroom door crashed open, and there was Mama, her face filled with hate, still dressed in her fishnet hose and the skimpy cocktail uniform she wore on the job. It turned out that one of her male friends had been spying on Paula and me through the bathroom window, using some kind of spyglass in the apartment next door. He was with Mama that night, and they were both drunk.
"The man gave Paula a horrible beating, and called her names, telling her how God would punish her for her sins, while my mother dragged me upstairs and told me never to go near 'that horrible filthy girl' again." Rudy shuddered, thinking about the scene, and went on. "Paula left home not very long after that, and all we ever heard from her again were postcards addressed to Mama and letters addressed to me. I only saw her a few times, years later, when she would sneak home on her way through town...."
Suddenly, the bitter sadness of losing Paula forever overwhelmed Rudy and made him want to break out weeping. But he stifled his sobs and swallowed them down. Wendy was looking at him consolingly, and the sight of her beside him, listening open-mindedly and compassionately to him like nobody had ever listened before in Rudy's life, made him feel wonderfully secure, and able to face his gnawing sense of loss.
After a minute had passed, during which all either of them did was trade long glances with the other, Wendy smiled again, her breasts rising, and said, "I'm here now, Rudy."
"Yeah ... Thank you."
The sun was lowering in the sky beyond the rows of breeze-blown pines toward the west, and the shadows of the trees had long ago plunged the undisturbed, private grotto of water near Rudy and Wendy into deep, cool-green shade. The rippling crystal water looked bottomless now, deep and serene...." But Rudy," Wendy said after a while, "you don't have to feel let down and alone anymore, just because Paula isn't yours any longer. Whatever she taught you to do, sexually," said Wendy softly, inching forward on her fanny and leaning her torso in Rudy's direction enticingly, "I can do too, and probably do just as well as your sister ever did."
Rudy eyed her, saw the double jut of her breasts, the long fleecy falls of her satiny hair draping over her shoulders, and the feathery golden halo where the sinking sun came through the trees behind her to light up Wendy's cheeks.
He still wasn't actually smiling.
"If I'd known that you wanted to nuzzle my crotch," Wendy went on deliciously, "I'd have let you do it today, out in the boat. All you had to do was ask me."
Rudy didn't say a word.
A look of doubt crossed Wendy's features. "Did you want to suck my cunt, Rudy? Were you too afraid to ask?"
He took a slow breath, not moving from where he lay.
"Wendy," he finally said, "I think it's more than you still understand ... I mean, about Paula and me." He didn't know how to put it into words, but since he had come this far and couldn't possibly turn back now, he decided to try.
"Paula and I had a special thing going for us. Something I'll never be able to explain to anyone."
Wendy looked slightly offended once more, apparently having thought she had broken through Rudy's resistance at last and would be included after this in his daydreams. But, rather than growing angry or impatient with Rudy, she stayed calmly poised on the sand beside him, and listened.
"What kind of 'thing' do you mean, darling?" she said.
Rudy sighed, and gazed blankly up into the sky, his hands behind his neck, his head tilted back on the ground. "Paula wasn't like any other girl I ever met, Wendy. She could ... do things that no other girl could do, like what I told you about earlier, about her being able to push open her snatch without touching it, simply by grunting, so that it blossomed apart ... just like a flower...."
Wendy watched a bulge appear once again in Rudy's jeans, enlarging between his loins and rising even as she stared at it, while Rudy talked about Paula's blossoming snatch, until the bulge was a denim-covered pylon thrusting halfway up his belly inside his clothes, reaching with its tip towards his chest.
"... I've dreamed about that cunt, Wendy," he said in a faraway voice, "night after night, endlessly. Every time, what, I see is a little pink room with two lips overhead, and clear honey-like juice trickling down onto my face. It's Paula, crouching or standing over me, while I have my head between her legs, like we used to do on those long-ago Saturday nights."
He paused, his hard-on throbbing and twitching within his pants, his organ by now excited almost to a pinnacle of power. The mere mention of Paula's cunt, just thinking about it, even though Wendy found this impossible to believe, was causing him to come to the very brink of a new orgasm!
What a power Paula held over him! she thought in awe. She had raised him practically from a baby, to love only her and her unique, grippingly different, potent brand of sexuality. And now, nothing in the world could shake this force!
"... There was another thing about Paula," Rudy breathed, half to himself, his boner pounding relentlessly against his fly as though fighting to emerge into the open air in order to release itself and shoot its load magnificently. "During those years that we took our Saturday baths together, she used to fuck with me too, every day of the week, whenever she wanted to do it, and wherever she happened to be.
"It was a spontaneous thing with her, Wendy ... She would suddenly hike up her dress, or bend over in front of me to have me look at her crotch, and then she would open it up. And I always got rock-hard right away, and she just sort of fitted herself onto me while I put it in...!"
Wendy couldn't take her eyes off his enormous, looming prong, and, as Rudy talked on, she edged forward and quietly reached to unzip his fly and open up his underpants to fondle out that towering, russet shaft with the twitching dome and the giant, tubular, heavy-veined curving shank. It was hot in her grasp; and vibrantly alive, and it took Wendy less than a heartbeat to gape open her mouth and wrap her flexible lips around the prong, engulfing it in a single thrust and swallowing it hugely down in all its lunging massiveness.
Rudy's eyes were closed as he went on, and he barely seemed to notice what Wendy was doing with his dong. "Paula got in trouble with the schools, I remember," he said, "because she never wore any panties to class, and they caught her several times, trying to expose herself to other boys. Mama punished her terribly for it, but Paula went right on refusing to wear panties....
"Everything was sudden with her. Which kept me excited all the time, every waking minute. I never knew from moment to moment, if I was around my sister, whether or not she might grunt all of a sudden and want me to fuck her. I walked around with a hard-on for weeks at a time ... That's what made my dong too big for other girls, I think ... I hurt Theresa Martinson, trying to put it to her, after I came to live here with you and Aunt Joye...."
Then, Rudy's breathing increased and quickened, his chest beginning to rise and fall violently as he neared his upcoming, inevitable explosion of inner juices through the jutting, ballooning column of meat that filled Wendy's throat.
"We did it on the bus, one time, Paula and me. People stood all around, and sat in the seats, watching while Paula grunted, made her cunt open up, and then I put in my meat. We did it in a supermarket too, several times in fact, always in a different part of the store, whenever Mama sent us shopping for the groceries. We fucked once by the meat counter, and once in the soap aisle, and another time she bent over to pick up some canned vegetables from a bottom shelf and grunted right then and there. I only realized her cunt had ... blossomed open ... when I heard the squishing sound under her dress ... and then I was doing it into her ... while she stayed bent-over, grunting and grunting, her hole rippling in and out, in and out ... and my cock got bigger and longer and hotter inside her ... and I started to pant and sweat and shiver while strangers walked by in the store, giving us funny glances ... and soon she was starting to jolt like a steam engine, making little barking noises in her throat, her long hair covering her head in front, by the vegetable cans ... and I could feel my rocks popping, my muscles tightening, and ... urk-urk-urk-urk ...!!"
That teas the big secret! Wendy's mind screamed, while Rudy's jolting pipe shot gush after steamy gush of sticky, salty-bitter cream into her gullet. That was the hold she'd had over him! Something secret between them which kept him uptight and rock-hard day and night and never gave him any rest! No wonder he has so much stamina! No wonder he's a stud horse, even though he's still just eighteen! Paula made him the hard-on endurance champion of the world, making him ready to come at an instant's notice, like a rutting bull!
When it was over, and Rudy had swallowed down his gut-wrenching excitement while Wendy pulled back and swallowed the last mouthful of his fresh jism, she opened her own eyes and watched him lying there in front of her, breathing more slowly now as his wilting prong flopped down sideways over his pants from where it emerged through his fly. The pink hose drooped almost to the side pocket of his jeans, its huge tip reaching for the ground below.
How long it was before he eventually stirred again, Wendy couldn't tell. During the intervening silence, while the late-afternoon breeze wafted around them both off the cooling water of the blue-green cove, Wendy devoted herself to mulling about what she had just learned about Rudy's sister.
She had never heard before of a girl being able to open her own cunt by itself, using nothing but muscle power. This was something she had often seen animals do, especially the rental horses which old Ned Blair kept in his corral by the highway near the south end of the lake. Whenever a mare was in heat, she would walk around the corral and show herself to the other horses, lifting her tail and opening and closing her cunt lips in a wet pink blossom. But ... humans?
Not once, while Paula and Rudy had visited her sister and her on those long-ago summer vacations, had she seen Paula do such a bizarre trick with her cunt. If she actually did it, like Rudy said she did, it was a well-kept secret indeed.
Taking a moment now to unfasten and pull down her pants, Wendy briefly rose up on her knees, spreading her legs and exposing herself in back. The cool air of the woods struck the naked lining of her groin, and she grunted as hard as she could, holding her breath and struggling to feel her cunt bulging open underneath her.
Leaning down, she looked through her thighs into the gap, hoping to see the expanded mouth gaping in her groin. But all she saw were her two fat, blonde feathered labia with only a tiny notch between them, exposing little more than a glistening fold and a furrow or two of interior membranes.
She grunted still more strongly, bearing down as though she was giving birth to a baby, and the muscles in her belly moved downwards, clenching like iron bands around the orifice in her cunt's center. Ripples moved up and down inside her vagina, which she could feel plainly, but the, exterior didn't open one bit wider. Nothing she could do, short of actually pulling the lips open with her fingers, would make herself blossom the way Rudy said his sister could.
Let's face it, girl, she thought miserably, you'll never be able to please Rudy this way. Never REALLY please him!
Suddenly Rudy started to sit up. He rubbed his eyes and pulled the loose strands of his hair out of his face with his free hand. "Maybe we'd better be getting back," he said.
Before he could see her, Wendy pulled her jeans back up and zipped them tight, pulling down her sweatshirt to cover them, and finally rising unsteadily to her feet.
Nothing more was said between Wendy and Rudy-on the return trip across the lake towards Townesville Center. Lola saw them approaching the store, and went rearwards to the cabin in back to greet them at the door.
"How did it go?" she said eagerly, ushering them in.
"Fine, just fine," muttered Rudy, forcing a smile.
"Jesus, you were sure gone long enough!" Lola said.
Rudy stepped past her, leaving both girls at the door as he crossed the living room, going into the bathroom beyond and shutting the bathroom door to be by himself. Thoughts of another failure plagued his mind, now that he was alone. Had he failed with Wendy, despite everything she had done? Hadn't he been pleased and thrilled by her determined performance?
What in hell was wrong with him?!
He still missed Paula, now more than ever!
Outside, Wendy closed the front cabin door and walked into the kitchen with Lola.
Of course, Lola had sensed immediately that something was wrong between Wendy and Rudy. She asked Wendy about it, nodding her head in the direction of the closed bathroom door past the hall. "Did you learn anything about his problems?"
Sighing, Wendy sat down at the dinette table. "He told me everything," she exhaled tiredly. Then, she proceeded to fill Lola in on what she'd discovered. Eventually, she looked sadly across the table at her sister and said, "You can't imagine the influence Paula has been in Rudy's life, right from his early childhood. He remembers vividly every scene from those days, when he and Paula were together. She has him wrapped around her little finger, Lola! And all because of Paula's one singular ability to do something with her cunt."
Lola leaned forward. "What kind of thing?"
"Paula can turn her labia inside-out, by themselves."
As Lola's eyes widened the slightest bit, the bathroom door suddenly opened in the hall, and Rudy came into the main room around the corner, seeing the two girls talking softly at the dinette table in the far end of the room.
Wendy looked around at him. "Hello, Rudy."
Rudy walked to the front door.
"Did you want to talk about anything?" Lola asked. Rudy shrugged, taking hold of the door handle. "I think I'll go for a walk down by the lake, to get some air."
The two girls watched somewhat helplessly as Rudy went out, shutting the door with finality behind him. Then again they looked at each other, Lola refastening her attention on Wendy, and the remark that Wendy had just made.
"You said, 'turn the labia inside-out'?"
"Uh-huh. Paula apparently did it every day with Rudy, as a signal for him to fuck her from the rear whenever she happened to be in the mood. And she had a habit of being in the mood when she and Rudy were in the most incredible places, usually in public. It's the one thing which turns Rudy on. In fact, just thinking about it makes him have an orgasm. And the constant state of anticipation that Paula's unexpected cunt-signals kept Rudy in when he was a child made him have a permanent hard-on that forced his dick to grow so huge that now it's too large for most of the local girls around here!"
"Wow," said Lola, dreamily.
Wendy sat back. "I've never heard of a girl being able to open her cunt with sheer muscle power before. Until today, I didn't know it could be done." Glancing at Lola, she said, "Can you do it, Lola? If you can, I'd like to see it!"
Shoving back her chair from the table, Lola got to her feet and looked down at herself. Like Wendy, she was wearing her usual outfit of blue jeans, sneakers and a sweatshirt. She peered at the crotch of her jeans, her long auburn hair falling around her face as she looked downwards.
"Let's go into the bedroom and find out," she said. When she and Wendy had entered the bedroom, Lola closed the door and quickly skinned out of her jeans. Not wearing any more underwear than her sister was wearing, it was an easy matter for her to expose everything from her sweatshirt down to her sneakers without any trouble. Wendy saw the brown bush of Lola's prominent cunt bulging abundantly between her large, pale-skinned, tapering thighs. "How did you say Paula did it? From the rear?" Wendy nodded. "Yeah. From the rear."
"Okay ... Here goes."
As she watched Lola rotate in front of her and bend down, Wendy saw her sister's sweatshirt rise up atop the tremendous, shapely domes of her projecting ass cheeks. It was a bountiful, sensual vista which Lola presented to Wendy, but all at once Wendy felt totally unnatural, viewing it.
"This is silly!" she snorted, taking her gaze away. "What the hell're we practicing on each other for?!" From the other side of her broadly looming, naked rump, Lola answered, "Listen, little sister. If cunt opening is such a valuable commodity with Rudy, we'd better get the knack of it in order to keep peace in the family. From what you just told me in the kitchen, there's a seller's market for self-opening cunts, and we can get in on the ground floor!"
"Holy Christ!" Wendy began to laugh, despite herself. "You make it sound like we're going out for the football team."
Laughing also, her ass still high in front of Wendy, Lola said, "It's just like we are. So, watch."
"I'm watching," Wendy smirked.
Lola gave an absolutely incredible grunt. And sure enough, Wendy saw her cunt lips pucker outwards, swelling the slightest bit apart in the middle to reveal a ballooning cluster of pink, wrinkled, inner membranes. A bit of clear lubricant drooled from the opening, and near the lower end of the envelope, Lola's clit oozed outwards like a brilliant, little, wet penis, throbbing as it thickened and hardened.
"How big is it?" Lola grunted.
Leaning forward to look more closely, Wendy appraised the all-too-familiar arrangement of lips and organs. "Not big enough, I'm afraid," she said. "According to Rudy, Paula could make hers blossom 'just like a flower'."
Holding her breath, Lola let it out in a long gasp. "Maybe if you touched it a little, I could make it grow bigger."
"All right," said Wendy, and put a finger into the furrows of exposed, reddish-pink tissues. As she felt the warm, glossy surfaces with her fingertip, the whole cunt shuddered under her touch and widened enormously, the inner lips unfolding wrinkle-by-wrinkle until the vestibule was visible. Lola's dark, cave-like vagina gaped open, and her clit trembled completely outwards, jutting forth of its own free will.
"I can feel it!" groaned Lola, at the edge of her strength.
"It's pretty big," admitted Wendy.
"Wonderful!" said Lola with obvious relief, and in a moment she had sucked all her membranes back into herself and straightened, letting her sweatshirt return halfway down over the bare roundness of her bottom as she turned around.
"You really did it," Wendy congratulated. "Cod, I didn't think it was possible. I really didn't!" Then she looked down at herself, placing her hands into the gap of her own groin where the material of her jeans gathered in the cavity. "I think I'm going to need a lot more help, though," she said. "I tried it this afternoon, when Rudy wasn't looking, and from what I could see of myself, there wasn't anything."
Lola grinned. "Well, take down your pants, and we'll give it a try." She watched while Wendy undid and removed her jeans, deftly exposing her light-haired, blonde snatch within the clean curves of her two not-quite-so-large cheeks.
As Wendy bent over, standing by the foot of the bed, Lola crouched down and sat on her feet behind her, gazing directly into the flawless expanse of Wendy's perfect cunt. Reaching, Lola fondled the sleekly curving outer lips, running her fingers up and down the edges of the snatch. A bit of preliminary lubricant oozed forth, running onto her fingertips and slickening them, making them glisten.
"Are you ready?" she said softly.
Wendy gripped her knees with her hands, and looked back between her legs at Lola, her long hair draping downwards. "Uh-huh," she grunted, bracing herself for the push.
"'Go ahead."
With a firm grunt, Wendy shoved her internal muscles down and back into the part of her body where her cunt loomed potently in the direction of her sister's hopeful face. Deep in the core of her pelvis, she felt the strong, ring-like lining of her vagina gathering and pushing rearwards, and, where the chill of the open air struck her protruding organs, her clit could be felt stiffening and projecting a bit at a time.
Lola watched Wendy's outer lips part very slightly, stuffed with concentric, vertical folds of wet pink tissues. The membranes wriggled outwards past one another, but didn't separate. None of Wendy's interior was revealed at all.
She continued to massage the sides of Wendy's snatch.
"Maybe if I sucked on it," she suggested to Wendy.
"Uhh ... Yeah...."
Immediately, she opened her mouth as wide as possible and lunged inwards to fit her lips onto the matching lips of the waiting cunt, sending her tongue out to ladle into the juicy, steamy center. She diddled through the envelope of pink membranes and entered the vestibule, making Wendy's entire body quiver with tension and passion. Flashes of cold-hot excitement flicked like lightning up Wendy's spine, and the little tickle in her cunt caused by her sister's tongue sent her into a fantasyland of unbridled voluptuousness.
"Ohh yesss...."
"Mmmmmmm-glbb-nnnnnnn...."
Is it growing? Wendy thought, in the grip of fervor. Is it unfolding ... just like a flower ... like Paula?
Lola removed her mouth. "Hold still, willya?!"
At that moment, the sound of Joye's pickup arriving on the gravel drive outside the cabin broke into the silence. "I can't help it! Is my cunt getting any larger?" Wendy grunted as both girls heard the truck's door slam outside.
Lola sat back, peering at Wendy's upraised back end.
"It's beautiful," she said appraisingly.
"Is it opening up?"
Lola nodded. "Keep holding it open while I suck it again." She plunged back into Wendy's labia, fastening her mouth onto the soft, wet, hot tissues again, and just then the living room door opened beyond the closed bedroom and Joye could be heard calling, "I'm home! Where is everybody?"
"Mama's here," said Wendy, grunting harder than ever.
"Mmmm-hmmm," Lola replied from inside Wendy's cunt.
"What is she gonna say when she sees us like this?" Wendy uttered feverishly. "Good Lord, I think I'm gonna come in a minute! I can feel it! ... Uhh, uhhhhh ...!!"
Joye walked through the other room, going to the kitchen and then doubling back. Her footsteps sounded through the house warningly, approaching nearer and nearer.
Hot juices welled up inexorably in Wendy's snatch. Her muscles and membranes started to twitch and grow on their own, vibrating slipperily against Lola's cheeks and mouth. Rippling waves flickered up and down inside Wendy's straining cunt hole, and her clit rubbed repeatedly like a burning, fiery, hot spike of living nerve ends against Lola's face.
"Lola? Wendy? Are you there?" said Joye in the hall.
"Don't stop now!" whispered Wendy urgently. If what she was feeling inside herself bore any relation to what was happening outside, her cunt had to be a glorious, full-blossoming flower of stimulated membranes by now, a giant bloom of wetness and steamy running liquids mashed onto Lola's persistently exploring face, Joye opened the bedroom door at the exact instant when Wendy shot off inside like a firecracker, her orgasm taking hold of her body and shaking it in an earthquake of passion. "Ik-ik-ik-ik...!" erupted from her throat automatically.
Their mother stood in the doorway, still wearing her overcoat, and looked on with a strangely satisfied expression. When Lola and Wendy were through at last, they both straightened, naked from their hips to their shoes, and turned sheepishly to face her, like two naughty children who have been surprised with their hands in the cookie jar.
"Mother-?" said Wendy.
Joye smiled broadly, almost laughing out loud.
"Hey! I thought you girls were going to work on Rudy!"
A moment passed, while nobody said anything more.
Lola bent to reach her pants, and proceeded to put them on, slipping her legs into them, raising them up to her waist and fastening them under the hem of her sweatshirt.
"We were going to work on Rudy, Mama," Wendy began, "but there's something we've got to tell you...." She occupied herself as she spoke, by wiping out the overflowing mouth of her distended cunt with a tissue from one of the nightstands and then pulling her pants on. "Have you ever seen Paula, Rudy's sister, do something fantastic with her ... her snatch ... when she used to come here on vacations?"
Sitting on the bed, Joye asked what Wendy meant, and Wendy and Lola told her. Hearing it, Joye lifted her brows for only a moment, and then she spent a while in silence, trying to recall. The girls waited, standing around her, and finally Joye's face lit up and she broke into a smile.
There was one time," she said, "several summers ago, when Paula and Rudy were here, and Paula wanted to go hiking in the woods. But Marie refused to let Rudy go on a hike alone with Paula. I agreed to take them, as a kind of chaperone.
"We took the Summit Mountain trail from the north side of the lake, and when we had walked for several miles or so into the upper valleys, I called a rest stop so the kids and I could relax. Right away, Paula told me that she wanted to go behind some bushes, and, figuring the obvious, I let her go. Then, Rudy asked to do the same thing, and he went, too.
"But in a minute I noticed that both of them had met in back of the same bush! It wasn't much of a bush, and I was able to see right through it, if I looked in the right place. There stood Paula, with her pants pulled down and her naked bottom showing, and she was aiming it directly towards her younger brother's face. And while I watched, I saw her whole ass crevice open up and her oversized thing swell outwards all by itself, the lips widening apart tremendously.
"Rudy's pants were down too, and in a few seconds he had gotten the biggest, reddest hard-on I've ever seen sprouting on the front of a boy that little. It was incredible! He put his feet up on a rock and stood where he could slide his whole giant dong into his sister, and after that they proceeded with a fuck session that would've drained even dear old Bert! I can tell you, I got awfully excited myself, just watching!" Lola inhaled, clapping her hands. "That's it! That's it, Mama! That's the thing we've got to make Rudy stop dwelling upon, concerning his sister!"
"If were going to cure him," Wendy put in, "were going to have to learn how to open our cunts up, too!"
"This is what we were trying to do, Mother," said Lola, "when you walked into the room just now."
Jove slowly arose from the bed, standing between I her two daughters. "Can't you two do it?" she said, chuckling inwardly. As she spoke, she abruptly dropped her own pants, uncovering the considerably larger, shapelier expanses of her torso.
"Watch," she said, and whirled, spreading her legs as she bent over and rested her elbows on the end of the bed, her gigantic bottom rising high into the air before Wendy's and Lola's startled eyes.
Everything about Joye's anatomy was on a grander scale than either of the two girls. Her hips flared massively on both sides, her buttocks loomed bigger, rounder and more prominent, and her heavily shrubberied vulva presented itself between her stupendous thighs as two giant mats of hair covering a great envelope of lips wherein lurked secret wonders and surprises to please the lustiest dreamer.
"Your Daddy taught me to do this, not very long after we were married. When I gave birth to the two of you, he showed me how to leave certain parts of me stretched open, as I did my exercises to shrink down the rest again." She sighed, looking rearwards at Wendy and Lola through the broad gap of her inner thighs. "It's one of many things which Bert left me when he died. And it's one of the reasons why I'll always love him, the wonderful bastard."
As if on signal, her cunt made a squishy, wet noise and thrust all the way open, widening amazingly in the center of the valley dividing her enormous rear end. The hair-covered pelts swung loose and folded away on themselves, exposing a lustrous, reddish-pink lining of interior folds and labia, the gaping vestibule between them, the huge cavernous vagina, and the swiftly stiffening, erectile clit.
"Jesus, Mama!" Wendy inhaled, staring.
"Oh, wow!" said Lola. "How come you never showed us this trick before?"
Joye sucked in her cunt and arose straight, turning. "Well," she said, "I thought you girls had learned it already, from Paula." She paused, then went on, "Also, I kind of figured you'd just come upon it by accident anyway. After all, this kind of thing apparently runs in our whole family."
"Wow," said Lola again.
After the three of them had recovered from their excitement and Joye had put her pants back on, she led Wendy and Lola from the bedroom into the kitchen, asking, "By the way, where has Rudy gotten to, all this time?"
"He went for a walk, down by the lake, I guess," said Wendy. She helped Joye get supper started, and Lola walked outdoors to begin unloading the supplies from the truck.
Later, as they were waiting at the dinette table for Rudy to return, the girls looked at their mother, and Wendy asked what, if anything, should be done about their cousin.
"Leave Rudy to me," Joye smiled. "I'll give him his next session, and it'll be a surprise. Judging from the things I learned from you girls today, I've got the ammunition I need to bring him around."
Wendy and Lola glanced at each other and giggled.
"You certainly do, Mama," Wendy said softly.
CHAPTER THREE
Rudy was dreaming again.
Paula, Paula, Paula ... Paula ... ran the whispering delicious voice in his mind, his own voice, as he felt the clean, soft skin and the furrowed, pink lips lowering over his face, coming nearer and nearer to his eager mouth. Scent surrounded him in musky odors and droplets of delicate lubricant, and the clit was a searchlight in the ceiling, growing ever brighter and redder against his lower lip. Paula was there in all her marvelous reality, giving herself to him, wanting him to take her completely, crouching hopefully above him with her snatch spread apart for him to nuzzle and gulp, sniff and explore at his leisure.
With a wonderful dream-slowness, Rudy responded to the irresistible temptation spread out above him. The insides of his body arose and tightened from his loins to his throat, as he fixed his attention on the delectable target and allowed his mouth to open like the cunt that faced him, his tongue ascending into the very core of the juice-running cavern overhead. A mighty groan of pleasure began to fill his universe, emanating from the genitals above, a thunder coming from the skin and flesh around each tender lip and membranous organ. The whole female cave started vibrating as it surrounded him, and the voice of his sister could be heard, crooning softly, breathily, deeply: Rudy ... Oh, Rudy, Rudy ... Rudy-!
"Rudy-"
He was awake.
It had been Wendy's voice, coming from behind the closed bedroom door in the adjacent hallway. She was talking to her sister, apparently about him, but now the rest of what she said became a blur of sound through the wood, unintelligible from where Rudy lay listening on the rumpled convertible sofa.
As he listened, straining to hear more, Rudy remembered the eerie scene he'd met at dinner last night, after returning from his lonely, self-pitying walk along Townesville Center's main street. The girls and Joye had served him his supper with odd, knowing smiles on their faces, which they seemed to be sharing with one another but trying to hide from him. Then they sat down with him, and as the four of them ate, the girls made deliberately idle conversation about what Rudy had seen on his walk: Were the tourist cabins up at Jones' Rest Resort being opened at last for the coming season? Had Old Man Prudy finally gotten his junker cars off his front yard? Did he see any signs that the closed-up Shell station had finally been sold to another owner, like the rumors had been saying?
But never any talk about that afternoon's excursion with Wendy across the lake. Nor any apologies, or recriminations, or requests for apologies by Wendy and Lola from him, for what he now thought had been unforgivable behavior yesterday. Where had been the guilt, or the accusations? Where had been Wendy's insulted looks for the way he had treated her?
He hadn't understood it; he still didn't.
And then everyone had said "Good night," very politely, and had gone to bed. And Rudy had slept uneasily all night here in the living room, until finally he entered into his usual marvelous dream about Paula, and got a hard-on.
He looked at himself now. The hard-on was disappearing.
I know what it is, he thought to himself on the bed. The silent treatment. They're giving me the cold shoulder, pretending that nothing happened yesterday. Maybe they've given up on me, their whole plan is falling through. He became suddenly quite tense with the thought of it. He balled his fists in the bedding, remembering all the other failures, all the other wounded, bitter girls, tire pointless nights, the useless love affairs that would never come off.
He knew it had been , too good to be true. Who had ever heard of someone's own aunt and cousins offering to satisfy his perverted fantasies for him? Such a thing had to end like this, in failure and silence, without a word of satisfaction, pity, sympathy, or even condolences. It was simply over.
Fuck it! he thought. Fuck them! I'll get along!
Still lying there in the bed, Rudy tried not to wallow in his own self-pity. From the corner of his eye, he saw the bedroom door open and Wendy come out, wearing her bathrobe. Her sensual, silky hair flounced in luscious sweeps down her back as she crossed to the bathroom, went inside, and closed the door. Rudy heard her run the water, splashing and spluttering, and then he heard her flush the toilet loudly. The ordinary, everyday sounds of people awakening, washing and freshening themselves for another ordinary day.
Everything was very ordinary this morning, Rudy thought. Outside the cabin windows, the pines around Pine Lake were still standing in their placid ranks of dark green on dark green, pointed tips rising out of sight beyond the tops of the window frames.
The brilliant, high-mountain sun glared in upon the dinette table and the kitchen counters, where plain, utilitarian things like a blender, a toaster and some glass bowls and metal canisters waited, unused, clean and shining. The Exxon sign on its pole mocked him with its red, white and blue pattern beyond the sunlit, dirty window glass.
Under the onslaught of all this plainness, this drabness, the faded thrill of Rudy's dream turned sallow and sour, disappearing altogether along with the remnant of his hard-on. Today, he knew he'd be unable to bring it back by massaging himself on the bed, and furthermore he wasn't going to try, for fear he'd be discovered by one of his cousins and branded even more of a pervert than he already felt right now. He didn't think he could stand feeling any worse, any more degraded.
Where was Paula? His mind howled in frustration. Where teas the one person in the world who could make him feel like HIMSELF again? Gone forever! Living with Chet Clayton! Giving the secret, special treasures that had once been exclusively HIS to another man! The bitch! The fucking traitor!!
Fuck her! Fuck them all!
Joye came out. She walked into the living room past Rudy's bed, her slippers scuffing the wooden floor below the draping hem of her usual, pale-blue, velour bathrobe. "Good morning, Rudy," she smiled over her shoulder, and swirled away across the room, her sweeping fall of brown, satiny hair trailing down her back to tickle the bulge of her bottom.
He watched her switch on the wall heater by the front door, and cross to do the same with the heater in the kitchen. These were usual chores on a cold morning, but Rudy was surprised today to see them, because it hadn't been that cold.
Then, she straightened by the table and casually slipped out of her bathrobe, pulling her arms loose and removing it from her shoulders to hang it on the back of one of the chairs. All at once, she was standing there clad only in her pink thigh-short nightie, her abundant, well-shaped, womanly body jutting outwards, front and rear, inside the frilly garment.
"Ahh, that feels better," Joye exhaled.
Out of his sadness and boredom, Rudy found himself bewilderingly rising inside to a new heat of stimulated excitement. The sight of his aunt, standing in her babydolls, brought a rush of unwarranted exhilaration into him, making his boner jerk alive under the blankets and elongate over his belly.
"Did you sleep well, darling?" Joye asked conversationally as she filled the tea kettle at the sink, crossed to put it on the stove for coffee, and turned on the burner.
"I slept fine, thank you," answered Rudy.
He stared at her, at the place behind her where two matching curves swelled rearwards above the tops of her thighs and curved in again to meet her hourglass waistline. Her huge buttocks with the crevice between them were hidden only by a filmy layer of ruffle-trimmed nightwear. And, in front, the twin tankards of her sleek-skinned breasts loomed forwards with equal fullness, pointing slightly upwards with their boldly formed nipples of woody, reddish-brown russet.
"That's good," she said.
She proceeded to straighten up the room around his bed, walking from place to place in her nightie, the copious bush between the broad fronts of her thighs showing as blatantly as if she'd been naked. Coming very close to Rudy, she spotted a pile of magazines, which Rudy used for his nighttime reading, on the floor by the convertible sofa, and she bent over sideways next to Rudy in order to gather them up. "You really should try to be a little neater," she admonished him in a voice which was only half-scolding, and he found it impossible to resist studying her pendulous nipples, her enormous thigh, and the high, bare dome of her buttocks rising up behind. Joye arose with the armload of magazines, turned, and took a step toward the coffee table across the room, her rump cheeks flexing in full view under the tail of her nightie.
Suddenly, half of the loose magazines tumbled out of her arms and flapped to the floor, scattering in a heap of opened pages. Joye sighed and bent fully over to pick them up again. Rudy's shaft shuddered to complete erection at the abrupt vista of Joye's entire genital region, which towered broadly and openly in the air before him, a mere, few feet away. "Uhh, what a job it is, keeping this place cleaned-up," came her voice petulantly from the other side of the giant, gleaming orb of her naked ass.
Rudy could barely stand it. He threw back the covers to expose his boner. It was by this time a stupendous, vertical shaft, cylindrical and throbbing, jutting upwards from his agitated loins, capped by a bright red face of tingling skin.
His aunt remained bent over, sorting and refolding magazines on the floor in front of her, her long hair falling about her head, the strands resting on the floor as well. Rudy couldn't take his eyes away. He was transfixed by the awesomeness of the fully grown woman's fully displayed private expanses. As though she hadn't the faintest idea of what her startled nephew was seeing, Joye stayed unmoving and placid with her rump high in the air by Rudy's bed, inhaling and exhaling calmly while she picked up the magazines, making her bottom swell and pulsate with every breath she took.
Rudy's boner jolted to yet harder and grander solidness when he realized where he had seen this kind of sight before. It had been Paula, by his bed in the San Pedro house, when he had been too young to remember! It had been that little room with the cold morning sunlight, and. the teenage girl with the huge ropy blonde braids tickling her naked buttocks!
But now it was his aunt, a vastly larger and more developed woman, doing the same thing in the cabin's living room! It aroused Rudy to such a feverish rapture that he felt himself dropping into a steamy dream world of expectant delights and horny anticipation unlike anything he had known in years! He knew what would come next; what had to come next!
Joye was having trouble with the magazines. "Oops, there they go again," she grunted. "Uhh ... What a bother."
Almost before he realized it, it had happened! Rudy heard the squish of wetness, and then, there in front of his face, directly across from the edge of his bed, Joye's cunt lips were blossoming out, stretching wide open and curling back on themselves to reveal the entire, glistening-juicy, pink-red interior of her most personal region, the vestibule enlarging stickily, the vagina gaping, the little pee-mouth showing, the clit hardening and swiftly extending outwards to point at him like a bright tubular prong, a replica of his own pistoning dick.
Joye pushed repeatedly on her distended, protuberant cunt as it glared at Rudy, inside-out and blossoming. She made it move towards him and let it slip back again, over and over, so that it squished again and again, juicily. Like a gigantic flower of delicious, wet membranes, her interior labia wrapped back on themselves like petals, stretched to their fullest extent from one another, displaying the central core of organs to Rudy for his private, personal enjoyment.
Did Joye know what she was doing?
It seemed too fantastic to be real! It had happened too quickly, and was too large! How could anybody except Paula herself project so much of her organs so far apart and outwards? What massiveness! What openness! What a vastness of organs was being shown so carelessly to Rudy! How could she do it?! This question tugged and nagged at Rudy like a buzzing insect in his brain ... but he never stopped staring.
Of course, it was a signal; that was obvious. And the need to fulfill it forced Rudy's prong to utter readiness. The impulse couldn't be denied a second longer. He could feel his juices gathering for the explosion, deep in his bowels. His glands were already starting their jolting thrusts. He grabbed the edge of the bed and threw his legs over the side to stand and approach the waiting, pulsating target "There," said Joye, and straightened. Her gaping cunt vanished under her nightie as her cheeks came back together, and she walked off with the magazines, without looking behind herself at the spot where Rudy stood, hard-on quivering, chest and belly rippling their muscles in the oncoming orgasm.
Eyes widening in confusion, body beginning to lurch, Rudy didn't know what to do with himself. He wanted to scream for Joye to allow him to finish what had begun inside himself, but instead he gripped his cock as fast as he could and sat back again on the bed with a crashing thud, bending downwards to bring his mouth as close as possible to the twitching dome of his cock. It immediately burst open at the tip, and shot streamers of flying pearly jism directly upwards. Going into a blindness of starbursts and fireworks, Rudy concentrated on catching his spend in his mouth, letting the hot spurts land on his tongue where he could swallow them.
"Ugghhh, arrGGGhhhhh!!" he groaned. "Ik! Ik! Ik! k!"
It was finished.
Standing by the coffee table, Joye had been watching him. She was happy to see that her ploy had been successful. Between her legs, her still-distended cunt sent rivers of juice down the insides of her thighs. She rubbed them together on the sticky flood, feeling the sweet slickness of the fluid.
But Rudy was unaware of his aunt's attention. Absorbed in the incredible violence of his orgasm, he sat spread-legged on the side of the convertible sofa, jerking and shuddering through the mighty aftermath of his wrenching spend like a flesh machine gradually slowing down and stopping.
Before he reopened his eyes Joye turned away, satisfied, and walked toward the hall and into her bedroom to get dressed. Left alone, Rudy slowly recovered his senses and looked dazedly down at himself, seeing the shrinking length of satiated, glutted meat that lay limp across his legs.
All the rest of that morning, Rudy went through the motions of routine day-to-day activity in a half daze, seeing his aunt's stretching, spreading cunt lips again and again whenever he happened to shut his eyelids. The unbelievably voluptuous visions haunted him constantly through breakfast with Joye and the girls, so that he became fumble-fingered and stuttering, unable to speak very coherently whenever he was spoken to, forcing him to make a fool of himself several times. He dropped his coffee cup on the floor, and, uttering a strange sort of giggle, Lola jumped quickly down with a rag onto her knees to clean up the spill. He lost his fork in his scrambled eggs and spread butter on his bare hand, while Joye's eyes twinkled and Wendy stifled a smirk.
"W-w-what's wrong with me-?" he muttered.
"Maybe it's something you dreamed," Lola couldn't resist.
Which only made Rudy defensive. He leaped from the table in a burst of rage, and went to wash his hands at the sink. '"S-stop making fun of m-me!" he shouted over his shoulder.
"We're sorry," said Wendy, tenderly.
After breakfast, Lola suggested that Rudy get out his easel and his paints, and try working off some of his tension by doing a little work on the painting which he had abandoned more than two weeks before, after his two-dozenth bad date.
"You're so strung out, you're getting butterfingered and mopey," Joye coddled, putting an arm around him gently. She helped him set up the easel, in a spot in the living room where the sun from the largest front windows would provide excellent light. The painting he had been working on was a forest scene over the lake, filled with muted greens and blues, coiling morning mists over the water, and dabs of birds and flowers in the foreground. He had quit painting just before he was to fill in the details of two nude figures, a man and a woman, standing and making love on the opposite shore.
"I guess I should get started on it again," Rudy admitted, sitting down on the stool Joye brought forward for him. He studied the painting lovingly, squinting to see in his mind the pale shapes of the nude figures in better clarity.
"You have an amazing talent, darling," Lola said encouragingly. "I believe, if you can work at it long enough, you'll become quite a remarkable artist. Later on, we can even start displaying these scenes of yours, out in the store."
"I'd like that," he smiled proudly.
As she stood close to him, dressed now in her normal daytime outfit of skirt, sneakers, white blouse and checkered over shirt, and floppy sun hat, Joye didn't bear the faintest resemblance to the erotic, animalistic creature which Rudy had seen from his bed at the beginning of the morning. Seeing her now, he was dismayed at her ordinariness, the fact that she appeared as would any other middle-aged woman who ran a tourist stop at a lake in the Sierras, had raised two full-grown daughters, and was a woman of responsibility.
Hardly the kind of creature to fill his daydreams! "Anyway," she said, in a sunny voice, "while you're painting, Rudy, and exercising away those tensions of yours, I think I'll go out in back and do some gardening." Turning, she crossed the room in her no-nonsense tennies, her large straw hat flopping over the free-flowing fall of her hair. Coming to the door which led from the kitchen onto the back porch of the cabin, and thence to the garden and the forest beyond, she took hold of the handle, paused, and faced back toward Rudy again. "Since both the girls will be minding the store for the rest of the morning," she said, "you won't have anyone at all to disturb you. You'll be all alone!"
After the door had closed, Rudy exhaled in genuine appreciation of this last fact. He needed to be alone. He required solitude much more than normally this morning. The memories, visions, thoughts and doubts were circling faster and faster in his heated brain, dropping further and further back into his mind's deepest recesses, where, before today, only the images of Paula, his one true obsession, had been stored. Now, Joye was there too, in all her splendor. But one furious thing clamored amongst the roiling spectra: Had Joye really done what he'd seen her do?! Or had he daydreamed it all? Was he going crazy? What, if anything, had he actually seen, here beside his bed those few hours ago? Only a woman bending over to pick up some magazines? Or a full-fleshed naked expanse of buttocks, and a cunt bursting open into the air of the room with pink petals ... just like a flower?
He sat on the stool, in the sun-flooded living room, and looked at the forest painting without truly seeing it. The trees, lake, mists and lovers blended together into an entirely different pattern. They took on new shapes in his imagination, changed their colors and textures, gradually became the image of what he feared and hoped for the most: an opening cunt, a flower, a blossom of tissues in a pink world.
"Paula!!" he shouted.
But it wasn't Paula.
Groaning in fury, he snatched the painting off the easel and flung it as far as he could in the direction of the sofa. The canvas whirled, rippling, through the air, its wooden edges turning, until it landed crazily next to the far arm of the sofa and came to rest.
There wouldn't be any forest scenes for him today, Rudy thought feverishly, no tourist crap for the people to gawk over in Joye's shop if he had anything to say about it! He stalked into the hallway by the end of the sofa, turned a comer, and flung open the doors of a closet on the other side, leaning in past the hanging coats, the brooms and the vacuum cleaner to reach a paper parcel hidden deep out of sight near the innermost part of the closet. Inside were his secret paintings, his paintings of Paula.
On his return to the living room, he took the canvases out of the paper and set them onto his easel one by one. They were incredibly obscene. Once, years ago, his mother had found a similar cache of drawings in his upstairs bedroom in San Pedro, and she had burned them in a wastebasket. They were pictures of Paula opening her cunt, bending over, straddling a boy who looked like him, whose face and mouth were placed against her innermost, slithering crevice. The paintings were set in many different locales; one in the San Pedro bedroom, another in the forest, and yet another by the shore of Pine Lake, with gray rocks in the background.
"Paula...." he said again, and began arranging his paints in order to reshape the lips of the best-looking protruding cunt, the cunt of Paula in the forest picture.
He painted. Glistening red for the inner lips, pink and pale flesh highlights among the wrinkled membranes, yellow and brown covering the outer flaps, a touch of gray where the buttocks joined the thighs, a brown mole ... a bit of yellow for contrast ... He sat back and looked at it.
The cunt was larger now. A cunt out of a fantasy. The cunt of an elephant whore who could gobble the world in her vagina and vomit music and crystal and organ thunders. What was he after? What was the pattern of his dreams?
He wet his brush in another daub and continued: More brown in the flesh. More yellow to contrast with the red, but a different hue, a sort of ochre. White ... pale droplets of lubricant ... the lips thick and moist, heavier than they had been before. And the clit, dark and distended, very dark indeed, the finger of a god, extending from Diana's cunt!
He was sweating. He looked again, and swallowed.
He gasped.
It wasn't Paula at all! It was Joye!
Afterwards, Rudy grew extremely nervous. Without letting the painting dry, he crammed it into the paper sack with his other secret paintings and replaced them as quickly as he could in the hall closet, shutting the doors on the spectacle.
Then he took down the easel, put away the stool, shoved his palette and paints into the paint box, and walked out the back door into the sunny greenness of the garden, coming past the edge of the house to where he could see his aunt busily hoeing the weeds from between two of her rows of asparagus. Again the incredibility of it hit him. Could this plain lady in the tennies, the skirt and the floppy hat, be the same woman who had showed him such an enormous, wet cunt this morning?
He approached her from behind, not going too close to her. She didn't seem to hear him, and he made very little noise as he walked. He saw her straighten, and then she let go of the hoe, allowing it to drop beside her. The sun, by this time, was so high overhead that it beat directly down on the sloping garden patch and made Joye's body cast its own tiny shadow directly around her feet on the ground.
She exhaled in the heat, and wiped sweat off her brow with one arm, lifting her hat a bit and putting it back again.
Rudy edged nearer to her, stepping over the rows.
At this moment, Joye gathered herself once more and bent far forward, reaching with her hands to pull some weeds from among the asparagus plants. She grunted with the effort, bent over from the hips down, and the weeds made little popping noises in the ground as she pulled them loose.
And something else squished wetly in front of Rudy.
His nerves tingled down along his entire body.
He looked, and saw that the back of Joye's skirt had lifted upwards behind her, uncovering her bottom, which was devoid of any sign of underwear. In the shade of the upraised garment, her legs were two towering pillars of pale skin. Above them, her ass cheeks ballooned magnificently, a double bulge of rounded, perfect skin forming a shelf over which the seat of her skirt rested like an awning. And, in the diamond-shaped gap between the places where each thigh joined each buttock, her cunt flared hugely outwards like a blossom, the lips widening further even as he stared, the interior yawning open and drooling with lubricant, the clit throbbing and flexing as though it were alive on its own.
"Hello, Rudy," Joye said through her draping brown hair.
"Hello, Aunt Joye."
As if to prove that she was distending her cunt for his sake, Joye immediately sucked it closed again, the outer lips coming together into a clean rimless slit. Then she pushed it open a second time, making it enlarge a great deal further than it had before. It squished juicily as she inverted it, and juice ran from the furrowed maw of the russet sheath.
"You did do it, didn't you!" he whispered, shaking with emotion, his boner rising automatically like a branding iron in his pants. His guts churned, and his belly quivered. He could hardly restrain himself from falling to his knees in back of Joye's stunning posterior and burying his face among those widening, slobbering, trembling, female tissues.
"It's what your sister did, isn't it," she replied, and opened and closed her cunt repeatedly, squishing and squishing. Rudy stiffened, sent into a frenzy of ogling, saucer-eyed, uncontrollable fascination by the spectacle of his aunt's winking, pulsating, appearing and disappearing vagina.
Squish ... squish ... squish ... squish....
Closing it completely, she rose and turned to face him. "Is there anything you would like to do now, Rudy?"
"I ... uhh ... oh, God!!"
"Would you like to put your meat in me?" said Joye.
Rudy inhaled, licked his lips anxiously, and nodded.
"Let's go into the woods."
He followed her, his mind spinning, his eyes attaching themselves unwaveringly to the pulsing, shifting bulk of her buttocks, where they moved up and down and sideways inside her short skirt as she walked. Her long, tapered thighs showed under the skirt, coming together at their juncture where her cunt still squished with extra juice while it rubbed on itself between her legs. Her long fall of hair swung down her back, the tips riding on the slope of her ass, silken and gleaming with highlights in the sun, erotically sheened with a special texture all its own that no artist could capture.
It was dark among the pine trees and underbrush beyond the rear of the garden, as Joye led Rudy along one of the paths which he and the girls, and Paula, had made as children, a long, long time ago, to take them to their hideouts.
He felt like a child again, in the dark, damp stillness of the forest. Years seemed to slip away, and he seemed to have become a little child once more, following the taller form of his sister into these same woods, to a rendezvous somewhere under a bush, on the clean, pine-needled loam, where she would show him wonders that could make his heart fly out of his throat and soar around his head in the air.
But, nonetheless, it wasn't the past, and it wasn't one of his night dreams. It was now, and it was real! The girl was his aunt, forty-five years old, a mature woman with a family of her own, leading him into the woods to play nasty games with him under the covering branches. He shivered at the confusion of lust and shame which filled him. He still wanted Paula, but Paula could never show him the kind of cunt which Joye had just now displayed. He wanted this new cunt, this elephant cunt, this dinosaur cunt from another age and another space and time, but it wasn't his cunt! It couldn't ever truly belong to him.
That, however, didn't change the gnawing need for it.
"This way," said Joye, and ushered Rudy into the perfect woodland clearing for a promiscuous t�te-...-t�te. Welcome to the sandbox, thought Rudy ruefully, his mind filling with all sorts of hideous coprological thoughts.
His boner bobbled and rammed inside his pants. It had hardened into something astonishing at the notion of getting ready to charge into the depths of his aunt's unfathomable flesh tunnel. The giant crank burned with desire, ached clear to its roots, sending ecstatic nerve impulses everywhere through Rudy's body in a fever of luscious anticipation.
Joye stood like a towering statue in the glen, feet planted apart on the loamy ground under her, her legs rising in two gigantic columns to meet inside the brief loose hem of her skirt. "Are you still thinking of Paula?" she said to him, her eyes flashing with cocky glints of mastery under the brim of her broad-shaded sun hat. She had her arms akimbo on her hips, the gesture of a victorious Amazon.
"I ... don't know...." Rudy breathed, watching her.
Joye grinned, not moving from where she stood, and Rudy could hear her breathing deeply, easily, in the stillness. The whole forest around them was quiet, and at this moment it appeared as though they were alone in all of Nature.
"Kneel on the ground in front of me," she demanded.
Not knowing whether to obey her because she was his aunt and guardian, or because she was offering him more ecstasy than he had ever known in his lifetime, Rudy complied. He knelt numbly, without feeling the soft springiness of the moist soil underneath him, and faced the place in Joye's waiting front where her huge snatch lurked, just out of view. Quickly, she took a step towards him, and resumed her same haughty posture with the lap of her skirt lightly touching the tip of Rudy's nose. Her odor was like perfume to Rudy, a heady blend of body sweat, musk, come juice and lubricant. He sniffed it hungrily, taking the odor all the way in, and savored the taste it left on the back of his tongue.
"Breathe it," she said over him. "Breathe it deep. It's the smell of a woman. It's the smell of my cunt."
In his mind, Rudy tried to recapture the smell of Paula from his dreams. He struggled to remember it, the essences of his sister, the delicate, delicious odors of her golden come juice drooling from the pink hole in that pink ceiling between her legs. But Joye's astonishing pungency, at such close range as this, completely drowned the memory of those other, lighter, younger smells. He could only smell Joye, now.
"Now, lift up my skirt," she commanded.
Rudy lifted the short area of cloth away, and peered into the grandeur of his aunt's great hairy labia, seeing her slit running along the middle, the two lips meeting with faintly defined edges of curly matted hair on both sides of the thin, darkish line which concealed all her inner wonders. It was such an innocent-looking thing! Only a pair of mats with a line between them. Hardly something to make Rudy become so excited that his boner drummed insanely in his loins!
"Put your nose into my cunt," said Joye softly. She pushed her abdomen outwards, arching her back as she stood with her feet braced below. Her belly touched Rudy's forehead and her cunt moved out to press softly and warmly against his face, enveloping him in its invisible cloud of odor.
The incredible cunt seemed to draw him inwards, into its depths. As if he were being pulled by a mystical force, Rudy found himself compelled to enter that rapturous fold, his nose and lips engulfing themselves within the slit and letting themselves be wrapped on all sides by the glistening finings of the flaps, until he could see and smell nothing else in the world except this one great cunt, this mother of all cunts, the entrance into untold fantasies of pleasure.
He felt Joye's clit piercing out from amidst her folds of tissues and labia to poke hard and hot against his face. The nubbin prodded him, throbbing powerfully, growing wider and thicker and harder ... and longer every heartbeat. Juice seeped from the labia covering his cheeks to coat him in its stickiness and stifle him with even stronger scents of musky fecundity. Earth smells and water smells surrounded him, like the hot, wet wrapping of skin which held him.
"Ahh...." Joye inhaled overhead. The sound of her contentment reached Rudy as a rumbling tone, through her body, transmitted hotly to him by her cunt's vibrating muscles. "That's a good boy," she said, sounding very pleased. "Start licking it out, please, and suck a little on my clit."
Responding, Rudy tilted his head backwards and upwards, and opened his mouth in order that his tongue might extend and flare broadly into the furthest crannies of Joye's vulva. Curling the end of his tongue, he lapped up mouthfuls of the fresh, scented liquid issuing out of Joye's glands all around him. The liquid was a mind-boggling distillation of his aunt's stupefying odor, so strong that, as Rudy swallowed the aromatic liquor, he almost gagged on the awesome taste.
Still captive inside his closed pants, Rudy's boner fought on its own to be free, pounding and twitching and slamming again and again into the front of his shorts and the skin of his belly. The blood-glutted column would have to be let loose soon, or else it would explode with oceans of steaming jism right where it was, and be wasted.
He mouthed Joye's burning nubbin and pinched the blunt knob with his teeth, just enough to make Joye quiver uncontrollably, uttering fantastic ululations in her excitement. "Uhhhh ... urrkk! Hnnngggghh-GGGGhhhhh!!"
Rudy bit the knob once more, and folded his mouth around its shank, digging deep amongst the troughs and furrows of her interior labia to reach the base of the female prong. His aunt went into hysterical shivering as the feelings from her exposed nerve ends struck her solar plexus and went off like geysers of fire and diamonds in the base of her brain. "Oh, yes! Ohhh yessss, yyesss ... YYEESSSSSSU"
She had an orgasm then and there, and shot a river of liquid lubricant at Rudy, the streamers of glue running from her slobbering gluepot and drooling down Rudy's shirt. Drenched in stench and steaming fluids, Rudy persisted in his attack on his aunt's most sensitive square inch of flesh, biting, massaging and chewing her red-hot clit until she couldn't resist the steamroller onslaught of another violent orgasm. More juices plunged out of her, and for a second time she throttled back and forth on her feet in the mindless throes of a complete and total giving-up of herself to jubilation.
The noises she made were like the noises of an animal in a jungle, or a cow under the upward-riding, lust-ridden, slavering, tower-pronged rutting bull in fullest charge. She grunted, panted, lurched, yelped, snarled and snorted, held herself steady, and slowly recovered her nerve.
Rudy took himself away finally, and sat back on his feet to look at Joye's cunt under the tent-like sheath of her skirt. He wanted to see if it resembled the little room in his dreams, where Paula had allowed him to nuzzle so long ago. What he saw was similar, sure enough. There were the walls, formed by Joye's thighs, on both sides of the broad concave ceiling. And there was the vent, the ripple edged slit of pink enveloped by the wider, heavier lips alongside it, covered with dew-sprinkled clock springs of brown hair.
But it wasn't the same. It wasn't Paula's cunt. And this thought defeated Rudy inwardly. This cunt, as magnificent as it was, was nevertheless not meant for him. His aunt commanded his respect, and required his obedience. She was his mentor, his instructor at this moment, on this particular enchanted afternoon in the woodland glade. She was 27 years older than he, his superior and his elder. But not his lover!
He could take her, but he could never use her!
However, despite all these feelings, she was still the most thrilling woman he had ever seen this closely. When he was near her, the visions of Paula inside Rudy went flickering away like the last frames of a burnt-out reel of movie film, and in the empty theatre of his imagination there was nothing to keep him from focusing all his attention outward, through his eyes, on reality, and on the reality of his aunt's body.
"What are you thinking about, darling?" she asked, gazing lovingly down at him from where she towered above.
He shook his head. "N-nothing...."
"Aww, c'mon. You're thinking about Paula, aren't you."
Rudy shook his denial at her. "I...." he started to say, and stopped himself. Then he tried again. "I ... I can't see Paula anymore ... All I see is you, Aunt Joye! All I see is your ... your wonderful thing...!"
"Mmmmmm-" she smiled. "You see? It's not hard to forget somebody. Not when the world is full of beautiful women." As she continued, she casually flexed the lips of her cunt wide open under her skirt, showing Rudy the wet, dripping interior in a gaping, copious bulge of collected membranes and organs. "You can have every one of them, darling," she said, "and you would never believe how many of them are willing to do exactly what you want them to do, no matter how exotic it might be and no matter how much they might not want to do it, just to keep you happy ... and keep you theirs."
She closed her cunt by itself, and flexed it open and shut several more times, making the exposed lining stretch wider and bulge further downwards into view each time. "Many girls besides me and your sister can do this," she said, as her cunt squished and squished in front of Rudy. "All it takes is muscle tone, and being able to control it. Most of the girls in my family can do it, and Wendy and Lola could do it too, if they practiced. My mother could do it ... and so could my aunts and cousins." She stopped flexing.
"Stand up, darling, and take out your boner," she said in a change of tone. "I want to have a look at it." Numbly, Rudy scrambled to his feet on the dirt and unzipped, opening his underwear and allowing the giant red pillar of his cock to come springing forwards into the open. Capped with a two-inch, round dome of smooth, flange-rimmed flesh, his prong looked with its eye-like hole directly at Joye, and she widened her eyes as she studied it, dropping to her knees as though she was going to pray to it. "It's magnificent!" she whispered, taking the warm pillar in her hands and wrapping her fingers tightly around its girth. In her grip, the boner pulsated in time with Rudy's heartbeat, the head swelling and swelling in a sensual, erotic rhythm.
When she squeezed it with special firmness, Rudy's whole body jolted and his loins thrust forward several times automatically. Pre-come oozed out of the hole at the tip in unexpected abundance, the clear, thick juice pulsing forth and running down over the backs of Joye's hands. Rudy shuddered, holding his breath and looking pleadingly at Joye's face.
"We'd better get started," she said quickly. "Lie down on the ground, Rudy, and I'll squat over it while you put it in. Does that sound attractive to you?"
"... Yeah...!"
After waiting for Rudy to position himself on the ground, so that he was lying on his back with his feet thrust out away from Joye and his head near the spot where she'd been standing earlier, Joye quietly came forward and flung one foot over his chest, straddling him and facing him, where she could look down at him as she proceeded to crouch down, bending her knees and lowering the naked underside of her torso towards his upright, waiting, lubricant-glistening tower.
Rudy saw her cunt blossom open again, the outer lips flipping wide apart, making a near-circle of glistening, inner lining that exposed fold after fold of internal membranes, concentric rings of glowing, glue running tissue that surrounded the flat, smooth center of her vestibule. Her clit showed as a stubby, erect prong under her belly, her pee-hole bulged wart-like in the valley behind it, and her vagina was a cave so deep and dark and gaping that Rudy felt he'd be able to go all the way into it, and disappear entirely.
He took hold of his boner and angled it southward, increasing the tension on its roots to the point where he felt he might come at any moment if he wasn't careful. Joye also reached down and grasped the meaty cylinder's upper portion. She touched the tip to the glossy, runny interior of her snatch and then fitted its whole tremendous bulk into her vagina's entrance. The giant prong stretched her very wide as it began to move in, pushing the skin of her crotch around its girth into a cone-shaped rimless nozzle and changing her cunt from a gaping flower of tissues into a faintly serrated brim which encircled the facing side of the enormous tubular organ. Slowly, she forced all of its thick-veined massiveness into herself, moving her body down onto it as its vastness disappeared inside her cavity.
She could sense the hot, huge organ plugging her up inside, entering her belly through her underside as though it was going to go all the way to her throat and come out again. She swallowed down her fullness, tensed the muscles of her stomach, and kept on filling herself with Rudy, cramming him into her inch by inch with little glistening, meaty noises of insertion, the wet sounds of her cunt swallowing its meal of penis and continuing to feed until it was sated.
Loaded at last with all of his meat, Joye sat squarely astride his loins, gazing at him, and suddenly squeezed her vagina tightly around his boner, causing Rudy to tremble in a spasm of powerful excitation as she did so. She relaxed, smiling into his eyes, and did it again, squeezing harder the second time and making her ring-like lining move up and down peristaltically along the length of his feverish organ.
Joye didn't move a muscle outside, where anybody could see it, sitting stock-still on Rudy and breathing normally, her legs spread out on either side on the ground, her breasts rising and falling languorously in her checkered over shirt. She still had her hat on, and from all outward appearances could be resting from her gardening, instead of massaging the very life out of Rudy's immersed cock shaft, within her.
"Feel it?" she grinned.
Rudy nodded, beads of sweat forming on his face.
"Good."
She kept it up, flexing and flexing her organs as she stayed seated politely on Rudy, not even exposed anymore, her skirt covering both of their private regions. His blue jeans appeared undisturbed under the edge of her outspread skirt, and Joye looked fully dressed, as sedate as a matron. But the rippling, clutching rhythm of her vaginal muscles was irresistibly pulling Rudy's boner ever deeper into her bowels, sucking his semen out of him like a vacuum, so that it was only a matter of time before he would have to stiffen convulsively in the heat of orgasm and come blasting inside her like a steam engine with a full head of steam.
Now, Joye changed her tactics at the last minute, leaning forward and raising up on her knees as she straddled him, putting out her arms to steady herself on the ground while she lifted her pelvis and slipped her cunt's clutching sheath nearly all the way off the length of Rudy's sturdy pecker. Rudy felt his aunt's hot breath wash over him when, open-mouthed and panting with excited animal lust, she began to pump her body up and down, in and out on his organ. She bent his shaft, letting it move through her tight, wet, ring-like vaginal opening again and again, his meat curving thickly, loose and tight, up and down, concealed and revealed over and over, covered in ever heavier coatings of fresh glue.
Uhhhh ... Uhhhh ... Uhhhh...!" she strained.
Rudy echoed her suckings and pulling with his own bodily thrusts, tightening every muscle in his legs and torso to pierce Joye to the hilt each time she downthrust atop him, ramming into her deepest depths repeatedly and banging his penis's stone-firm face over and over against her cervix. He saw the muscles ripple in Joye's bared, pale thighs on both sides of him, and saw her knees bend and flex, taking up the slack of her withdrawals and supporting her weight for each renewed assault on his turret-like, plug-shaped boner.
The intensity of the passion in their bodies heightened simultaneously, until neither one could tell their own feelings apart from the other's, and both of them simply fell into a mutual, barely controlled plethora of moving, pushing, shoving ecstasy.
"Are you my lover...?" breathed Joye, eyes closed. "I'm your lover!" answered Rudy.
"You're going to come in me soon, aren't you!"
"UuuhhhhggggGGGGGHHH!! ... Yes! Yessss...." Joye inhaled, pierced to the core, and squirted lubricant from her glands onto the moving shaft embedded in her snatch. "You're the tightest in me that anyone's ever been! Your cock is a cannon, darling ... and my cunt's on fire!!"
"Keep it up! ... Keep it up, Aunt Joye!"
Again she panted. "You are my lover, aren't you!"
"God, I am your lover! And I am fucking you forever!"
"Do it! Do it! ... DO IT!!"
Rudy popped his rocks. His loins burst and erupted lava flows of jism up the pipe, shooting them into Joye in spasms of jolting fountains and squirting, squirting, squirting. He arched, stiffened, and tremblingly waited as his glands filled her full of steaming juices, sticky, flying floods of come. Joye teetered on the pinnacle of his hardness and felt his pulsating shaft discharging its load violently inside her, and, around her squeezed-shut eyes, where her long hair swept down around her face in wet, bedraggled streamers from under her floppy hat, sweat beaded and trickled and dripped into her blouse, combining with other sweat running through the deep, hot grotto between her mounded, round, smooth-skinned breasts. She came down from her orgasmic lunge along with Rudy's own descent, the two of them swallowing, exhaling, and relaxing.
Just then, someone opened the back door of the cabin beyond the intervening forest thickets, and Lola's voice could be heard calling out: "Rudy! Rudy, are you out there?"
Joye straightened, listening. She sucked herself free of Rudy's weakening prong and climbed off, kneeling and sitting back upon her folded feet beside him, her satiated, glutted cunt drooling a pool under her, onto the ground.
"Rudy! Telephone!" yelled Lola.
"Shhhh-!" went Joyce, still leaking juice from her cunt.
Rudy remained on his back beside her, feeling the life draining from his cock just like the liquids he could hear trickling from his aunt nearby, soaking the soil delicately.
"Maybe it's important," he said, lifting his head up. "Nothing could be as important as us, right now," Joye replied in a whisper. "Nothing could be as important as this feeling ... !" She squished her cunt beneath her bottom, opening it over the ground and discharging still more juices.
Far away, the cabin door closed, and then opened again. The muted voices of both Wendy and Lola sounded in the distance. "They must both be out there," argued Wendy. "Well, call them again, then," snapped Lola, and suddenly her voice came louder than ever, as she cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted. "Rudy! You're wanted on the phone!" Wendy added, "Mama! Are you with Rudy?!"
"I guess I'd better see who it is." said Rudy, getting to his knees and dusting the loam from himself briskly. Joye hissed at him. "Don't move! Please don't let them know we're here, Rudy! Please don't let them know!"
"But-!"
She edged closer, a look of agonized tension on her face. "Stay with me! I need you!" A hint of panic edged her voice as she grabbed him with her hands and tried to hug him close to her, to smother him against her firm, yielding breasts. "Not since Bert died have I ever felt this good! You can't run out on me until you promise you'll let me fuck you again! I want your meat, Rudy! I want it forever, do you understand?"
Rudy's eyes widened as he stared into Joye's. Suddenly everything had turned upside-down. She hadn't been doing him the favor; she'd had him do one for her! It wasn't he who needed to be helped and kept from sadness, it was her!
"Rudy!" hollered the girls in the garden. "It's Paula on the telephone! She's calling long-distance! She seems to be in trouble, and she wants to talk to you, Rudy!"
Wendy repeated, still louder: "Rudy! It's Paula!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Rudy's mind whirled. Paula ... Paula!
"I have to go to her, Aunt Joye!" he said urgently.
She clung to him, on her knees, snatch drooling on the ground, her eyes pleading silently for him to stay. Rudy stood, peering down at this woman with the long hair, the perfect skin, the giant bosoms pointing through her shirt. Several seconds passed as the two of them regarded each other, waves of electric tension passing between them in the charged, heat-buzzing air of the forest glade.
Then, she let go of his hands, sitting back.
Rudy wheeled about and ran down the path from the clearing, through copses of pines and tunnels in the undergrowth, emerging onto the sun-drenched garden and loping down the rows where, what seemed now like an eternity ago, he had watched his aunt bend over, pulling weeds. Pausing to tuck in his flaccid crank and zip up his pants, he met Lola at the cabin door and dashed in past her as she held it open for him, entering the kitchen where Wendy stood with the wall phone's receiver in her hand.
She handed it to him.
"Paula...?" he said into the mouthpiece.
"Rudy," came Paula's voice, lower and breathier than Rudy remembered it. It was an older voice, mature, womanly.
"Paula, is this really you?!"
His sister laughed, a high, melodious tinkle of sound. Then the laugh faded away, and Rudy heard a rustle of softness as the other receiver brushed against what sounded like clothing. The next thing Rudy heard was a close, distinct squish of wet wrinkles opening up next to the mouthpiece, membranes unfolding and stretching, filled with sticky moisture. He started to sweat and shiver with age-old, gut-deep responses as he heard the sound, and he gripped the phone so hard in his hands that his fingers hurt. To be that close to Paula's snatch again! It made Rudy want to gobble the phone.
Paula lifted the receiver out of her crotch and brought it up to her mouth again. "Satisfied, skeptic?" she giggled.
"God-!" Rudy inhaled stiffly. "Where are you, Paula?"
"I'm at a coffee shop in Sacramento, darling. The bus stops here for its lunch stop, and they've got phone booths here by the restrooms where I could have some privacy." She took a breath, shifting her hold on the phone, and continued. "I'm on my way to Fresno, which was as far as I could get on the money I brought with me. Rudy ... I'm in trouble."
"What kind of trouble, Paula?"
"Darling, I finally left Chet," said Paula flatly. "I couldn't stand it anymore. His friends, his manners, the things he was getting into that are no good for either one of us...." A thrill began to flash through Rudy as he heard his sister say these words at the other end of the line. It was the cold-hotness he felt every time he dreamed about Paula's cunt, that little room, and the clear juice trickling into his mouth from her deepest receptacle.
"Is this gonna be for good!" he asked breathlessly.
Paula snorted in the phone. "I'm not sure," she answered. "All I know is, I just have to get away somewhere, so I can think ... and he away from that man of mine for a while." She took a breath, long and uncertain, hanging onto the other receiver for several quiet seconds. Then she went on, "It's not only what Chet's doing to my hangups, you know, Rudy ... It's what he's doing to poor Adora. After all, she's only a child, and she had no way of being able to understand-"
"Adora?" interrupted Rudy.
Paula didn't speak for a moment. "I ... have a daughter," she said at last. "A little girl, the cutest little kid you ever saw. She's about five years old now, darling, but with all the things that have been happening around her lately, she's starting to act like much more of an adult."
"Oh...?" said Rudy, feeling a sudden letdown. "Yeah. I've brought her with me," said Paula. "She's waiting out in the coffee shop right now, while I'm here on the phone. She's a wonderful child, Rudy. I think you'll fall in love with her the first time you see her, darling. She really wants to meet her Uncle Rudy, too. Anyway...."
While Paula went on, talking about how she wanted to escape to the forests around Pine Lake where she and Rudy used to play as children on their summer vacations, the cold sensation in the pit of Rudy's stomach grew larger, spreading into most of his body as he thought about the prospect of having to share his sister's lovely body, and her personality with all its treasures of secret lust and satisfaction, with a five-year-old daughter. Could he do that? Could Paula still be his, even though she was now apparently a mother too? Would her maternal instincts build a barrier that might keep him locked out of her sexual privacy forever?
God, he thought, don't let her be different! Please let her be what she once was! Please ... please....
During the time that Rudy had been on the phone, his aunt Joye had entered the cabin through the back door, still wearing her sun hat and with her skirt looking clean and ordinary as ever, covering her juice-running, slobbering snatch. She stood by the dinette table now, watching Rudy, an oddly detached expression on her face, listening to his conversation.
"So, what're you going to do then, Paula?" Rudy asked. "You gonna be coming into Fresno, and want me to pick you up?"
"I sort of had that idea," she laughed. Then she resumed her seriousness. "I want you to meet me at the. downtown bus terminal this evening, at about nine o'clock. The way I figure, darling, if you leave Townesville Center pretty soon, it'll probably take you at least that long to make the drive to Fresno, and get here on time....
"Naturally, of course," Paula went on, "this is all up to whether Aunt Joye is willing to have me stay, there at her place, for maybe a month or so, while I'm making up my mind about the future, and whether I want to go back to Chet ... Is Aunt Joye there? I'd like to talk to her, darling."
Rudy glanced behind himself at Joye. "Yeah, she's here."
Hearing this, Joye approached the phone, her hand extended to take the receiver from Rudy. In the meantime, he could hear Paula saying, "Jesus, it's good to hear your voice again, Rudy," like a soft sweet song in his ear. "It makes me think of the old days, darling, and all the wonderful, crazy things we used to do together when we were younger."
Reluctantly, he handed the phone to Joye, and stood back away from her while she proceeded to talk curtly to his sister, turning her back towards him. He heard Joye answering Paula in short, clipped phrases, her voice adopting a monotone. He tried To understand what emotion was being carried in his aunt's bland inflections. Disapproval? Jealousy, perhaps?
But then Joye said, "Yes, baby, I think that's the best thing to do ... We'll be meeting you tonight, and you can come up here for a late supper, so we can talk things over and give you a chance to feel at home ... We'll talk about the sleeping arrangements later...."
Joye spoke a minute or two longer with Paula, before finally saying, "So long," and hanging up. During the last of her conversation, as the fact sank in with Wendy and Lola that Rudy's sister would definitely be coming up here to stay with all of them for an undetermined length of time, the two girls exchanged glances with one another and then turned their gaze to Rudy. Wendy broke out in a delighted smile, grinning knowingly at him while Lola did practically the same thing. Their looks carried an identical, unspoken message, a congratulatory conspiratorial air: Your dreams have come true, sweetheart!
But Joye was all business after she hung up the phone. She walked back to the table, paying hardly any attention to Rudy as she passed in front of him. "Well," she said, "now we have to work out just how we're going to arrange this matter of driving a hundred-odd miles into the city this evening in order to pick our cousin up and bring her here."
"It won't be that difficult, Mama," said Wendy.
Lola nodded. "Listen, I've made that trip hundreds of times, and we all know the canyon highway by heart."
Joye sniffed uncertainly. "Fresno's still a long way. And it's gonna be getting dark in a few hours, too. Besides, somebody should stay here and manage the store, as well as getting the cabin straightened up and getting out the extra bedding ... Not to mention the fact that somebody's going to have to have some sort of supper ready for us when we return with Paula, so she can have something to eat."
"Mama," said Wendy, "aren't you making an awful lot out of what's really a pretty simple thing?"
At this moment, Rudy stepped forward. "Let me go!" he said in a surprisingly urgent voice. All at once, he had begun to feel an odd panic setting in, as he heard Joye's deprecatory, punctilious tone coming through. He wanted to shake it, but the feeling that Joye was trying to throw a monkey-wrench into his beautiful plans for Paula wouldn't leave him.
But then Joye faced him, smiling warmly. "Naturally!" she said, coming towards him. "You didn't think I was going to keep you from meeting your lovely sister, after all these years of you two being apart, did you?"
The fear still clung to Rudy. "It's not so far, Aunt Joye," he said, "and I'm a good driver, besides."
She shook her head. "I'll do the driving. That way, you can look at the scenery and think about meeting your sister. Doesn't that sound okay, Rudy baby, huh?"
He didn't know what to think. He bristled. "Not Can't you see? I want to take the truck alone, Aunt Joye!"
"He wants to be alone with his sister, Mama," said Wendy quickly. "You can understand that, can't you?"
Assaulted on both sides, Joye stood her ground silently during the long hiatus which followed. She looked from Rudy around to her two daughters, then back to Rudy. In the end she allowed her sternness to melt away slightly. "I understand," she said in a level tone timbre. "But ... listen to me for a minute, Rudy. Do you think, really, that Paula will still be what you are apparently expecting her to be, after all this water's gone under the bridge?" She drilled him with her eyes, seemingly trying to convince him of the foolhardiness of his determined clinging to the private fantasies about his sister. "It's been too long, you know, since you and Paula have seen one another. People change, as you're going to discover."
Listening to Joye, Rudy became very quiet and morose, the chill in his gut deepening evermore intensely. He fought back in the only way he knew how, by struggling to recall the image in his mind of Paula as she once was, her cunt shining at him, her body leading him into summers of innocent rapture.
"God, I hope she hasn't changed," he muttered sadly.
"For your sake," said Joye, "I hope she has." Reaching, she took hold of him by the shoulders and drew him closer to her huge jutting breasts, which protruded inside her shirt. "Don't you see? It doesn't matter anymore what Paula is like! After all, you've got me now, and the girls, to love you! We all love you very much, darling, and we want to do everything we can, each of us, to make you happy and contented!"
Rudy stared at her eyes. "That's not it! That's not the answer at all!" he insisted. "Paula and I had a special thing together, which I couldn't begin to explain even if you gave me all the time in the world. I can't put it into words. It was a feeling ... a unique feeling...." He lapsed into silence, finally holding up his hands helplessly.
"Honey, she's grown up now," Joye reiterated. "She isn't a girl anymore, she's a full-grown woman with a life of her own, and a child of her own to take care of. And you're grown-up, too, Rudy! You know more about life now than you did, back when you and Paula lived together." She arched her back, bringing the front of her skirt into contact with Rudy's pants as she held him towards herself. "A lot more...." she said, making him aware of the bulge of her hidden vulva.
Lola had been watching her mother with more than usual annoyance. "Let him go alone, Mama," she said now, coming forward. "Let him go. He's got to have at least a chance to find out for himself whether Paula still loves him, or not."
Joye released Rudy and turned. Her voice went back to its same former curtness. "Then, why don't you go with him?" she suggested. "He can drive, but you'll keep him company."
"NO!" Rudy shouted.
The three others peered at him.
"If she's changed, I promise I won't try anything embarrassing! I swear I won't!" At the sight of everyone's undivided attention, he softened his tone. "I just want to see for myself, Aunt Joye ... by myself. Please...."
Another lengthy period of silence followed, while Joye and Rudy regarded each other belligerently. Behind Joye, Wendy spoke up, "Mama, it's getting later all the time."
Joye threw Wendy a sidelong glance, and shrugged her shoulders concedingly. "Very well," she said, and turned away from Rudy to pace across to the dinette table, where she sat in one of the chairs and crossed her legs in a gesture of resignation. Rudy saw the bush of her cunt flash for an instant, and then it was hidden again by her large white thighs, as though she were taking her treasures away from him permanently, and only giving him a last look, to show him what he was going to be missing.
"The keys to the pickup are on the hook by the stove," she said, pointing, and looked away, proceeding to study her fingernails obliviously as though Rudy had already left the room.
Quietly, Wendy fetched the keys and handed them to Rudy. He took them, jangling them as he found the ignition key, and then he passed behind Joye, walking towards the front door. "Thanks, Aunt Joye," he said in his blandest voice.
"Good luck," said Lola.
After the door had closed with a final thump behind Rudy, Wendy approached her mother at the table and blurted, "Mama! I don't understand you all of a sudden. How could you be so cruel?! You knew that this was what Rudy had been dreaming about, over and over again, ever since he came to live with us. And yet you tease him with this crazy cat-and-mouse routine when he finally has a chance to meet Paula again. Why, Mama? This is what I can't figure out. Why...?"
Outside the walls of the cabin; they heard the engine start in the pickup truck, the gears clashing as Rudy backed away, turning, the wheels crunching on the gravel of the drive. Joye listened, her jaw set, still concentrating on her fingernails. Soon, the sound of the truck faded into the distance as Rudy drove away through the village, and in the ensuing silence Joye looked up at Wendy, the hard lines in her face gradually softening as she forced herself to smile. She took a breath, laying her hands flat on the table.
"I don't know what I was thinking," she said in a low key. "I'm sorry I acted like that, really I am...."
Lola slowly sat down in another chair by the table. She looked at Joye intently. "Is it something to do," she said with deliberate slowness, "with what you were doing with Rudy, out in the woods behind the garden this afternoon?"
At this, Joye got wordlessly to her feet and left the table, walking across the length of the living room toward the hallway at the other end. As she neared the hall she stopped, turned, and glared back at Wendy and Lola in the kitchen. "It just makes me mad, that's all," she said, "when, after everything I've done with him, and everything he knows about me now, which I would've never shown to any other person no matter how much they meant to me ... he still refuses to call me anything else, but 'Aunt Joye', as if I was some sort of middle-aged maiden aunt, or something!"
Wendy and Lola looked back at her, neither one of them saying a word, although it was obvious to Joye, and to each of the girls, what was going through each of their minds.
"Aunt Joye!" Joye harrumphed, and entered the hall. The door of the bathroom slammed, echoing through the house.
The vibrating wheel of the truck felt oddly insubstantial in Rudy's hands as he steered through the curves of the canyon highway, following the river in the bottom of the gorge down the steep grade of the Sierras toward the San Joaquin Valley. In the waning daylight of the canyon, the pine-dotted mountainsides around him were gradually taking on new forms and shapes as they flashed by, as Rudy's imagination worked its magic on them. They began to resemble the insides of Paula's thighs, the doorway into her snatch which he would follow until he reached the destination he longed for.
Although Lola never smoked when she was at home, she liked to smoke whenever she was driving the truck, and Rudy had found her cigarettes in the glove compartment. He used them now to try and control his nervousness, the gnawing fears and worries which were crowding his mind as he kept his eyes fastened on the flashing white line in front of him. Inhaling and blowing the clouds of unfamiliar, acrid smoke, he felt the nicotine tingling in his hands and feet as he drove, and it seemed to ease his tension, although it increased the fantasy of flesh and hair which the mountains had become.
Flying around a particularly dangerous curve on the brink of the chasm, he barely avoided a ten-ton semi which was barreling uphill in the oncoming lane. He heard the air-horn blare in his ears as the heavy truck flashed by, and in the billowing after draught he came abruptly awake with a blaze of chill erupting into his chest from the near-collision.
Hands shaking, he gripped the wheel harder than ever and focused his eyes on the reality beyond the windshield. He certainly didn't want to die now, not before he had seen Paula again, and had the opportunity to bring his daydreams to life in his sister's waiting, sensuous, willing vagina. He needed to make it tonight! He needed to know for sure whether Paula was still his or not. Please don't let her be changed! Please don't let her be a stranger! said a nagging echo of a voice in the furthest recesses of his mind.
Many agonizing miles later, Rudy sat in the darkened cab of the truck as the engine clattered and howled in his head and the flat, straight highway of the mid-valley farmlands rolled endlessly on around him in the murky evening. The stenches of smog, cattle dung, cut grass and burnt weeds blended with the cab full of cigarette smoke and the cloying blackness that surrounded him, to bring him ever-deeper into his apprehensive pit of growing futility and despair. The uselessness of his daydreams about Paula started to plague him, now that he was entirely alone. He felt abnormal, perverted, an outcast in an otherwise-normal, civilized world.
What was a full-grown young man such as himself doing playing games with fantasy? Why did he devote himself to compounding and increasing his obsession, when he could be leading an ordinary, productive life with other girls? He felt a twinge of shame as he thought about what he had done to Joye this afternoon. Should he have abandoned her, just because Paula was calling him on the phone? He hit his fist against the dashboard angrily. Shame filled him like a bitter wine, a bile that rose in his throat until he could swallow it down again. He could have his choice! Wendy, Lola and Joye were ready to give him every fantasy he wanted, for real! Why did he throw such a marvelous offer away so quickly?
Entering the outskirts of Fresno, he saw the lights of the buildings coming forward around him in the smoky atmosphere of the valley. The city was hot, noisy, crowded and dirty; other cars were jamming the streets on their way to other destinations, hundreds of strangers were fighting one another just to breathe. Horns, glares and clouds of exhaust assailed Rudy, all his thoughts of the lake and the forests flickering away like his visions of Paula herself, as he battled his way from the main boulevard to the hotel district and the bus station.
He parked on a dingy side street, along a row of bars and pawnshops, in front of which loitered in the dimness faceless groups of men in drab clothes. As he walked the block and a half to the bus depot, shouldering past grimy laborers and leather-jacketed Mexican toughs on the street corners, motorcyclists tore down the street beside him in volleys of lights, chrome and oil smoke, screaming.
Paula was waiting for him in the station, dressed in a dark coat over her short blue dress, her blonde hair hanging in sweaty strands over her shoulders. She held an angelic, blonde-haired little girl by one hand, her other hand holding a gigantic paperboard suitcase and her leather purse.
"Paula...!" he said.
She smiled. "Hi, Rudy. This is Adora." She looked down at the little girl, who smiled gamely up at Rudy.
"Hello, Adora," he responded, then looked back at his sister. "Let's get the hell out of here," he said, and took her suitcase for her to lead her quickly out of the building.
In the streetlights outside, he could see that Paula's forehead had been bandaged on one side, just above her eyebrow. He asked her about it as he ushered her along, and she shrugged. "When we get to the car, I'll tell you all about it," she said, and she plunged onward into the noise of the city, the two of them dodging winos and old, dark-haired women along the sidewalk as they led little Adora along between them, each holding one of the small girl's hands. An old man whistled lecherously to Paula from the darkness of a doorway, but she let the sound wash around her unnoticed, giving her long hair a disdainful toss as Rudy looked on.
The unfathomable oddness of Rudy's feelings, now that he was actually with Paula in person, was something he couldn't pin down no matter how much he tried. Maybe it was the city, he thought, or the fact that the light was so bad, but whatever it was, he realized he didn't feel the least bit excited by the sight of her! She was just a plain girl, here on the street this evening. Just a plain, routine, average girl....
He found the parked pickup and unlocked it, so Paula and Adora could climb inside while he stowed her suitcase in the bed of the truck behind the cab. Then he got in on the driver's side and slammed the metal door, starting up the engine and pulling into the roaring stream of traffic.
They drove out of town in mute quietness, speaking again only after Rudy had put several miles of pitch-black valley flatlands between them and the memory of downtown. Somewhere ahead, the mountains waited in the darkness, luring Rudy onwards with the hope that things could be happier once they got out of the farm country.
"Tell me about your bandage," Rudy said at length.
Paula glanced at him in the dark, her face flashing white in the intermittent glare of oncoming headlights, and then she faced forward again. Between herself and Rudy, Adora had slumped sideways on the truck seat, and was making small, gentle, snoring sounds as she slept against her mother.
"He beat at me," she said plainly.
Not knowing why this didn't affect him either, Rudy kept his hands on the wheel, coldly. She went on.
"I really don't want to talk about it...." she mumbled under the noise of the pickup's engine. "Damn him! Damn the hypocrite! ... He's gotten into metaphysics lately, you know, weird Oriental religions and this health kick ... will only eat homemade bread and honey, and is trying to grow vegetables in the back yard, but that's not too bad ..
Rudy listened, and wanted to understand where his sister was rambling. She began to chatter on and on about being mistreated and ignored by Chet Clayton, and her voice adopted a rising sharpness as she let all of her pent-up feelings tumble out in Rudy's presence; and this sharpness grated on his ears even more than the screech of the running motor.
"It's his two-facedness I can't stand any longer!" she blared fiercely, sitting up on the seat to say it. "Either you're for him or you're against him, at least that's what he's basing his judgments on these days. He calls me a slut and a cow, because I want to share myself with him the way I've always done, and then he brings home a whole group of other girls and they go right into an orgy on my living room rug, throwing themselves at my husband, but when I make a noise about him and his fuckin' "holy ceremonies', he takes me into the back room and beats the daylights out of me, .
I'm a stone statue, thought Rudy, feeling her words sweep around his head like cold tides off a storm tossed ocean. God, I can't even feel my cock anymore! He gripped the wheel, sensing the road starting to lift out of the valley bottom and head into the first oak-covered hillocks leading to the canyon and the pine forested country beyond.
Apparently overcome with the relief of being able to get all these monkeys off her back at once, all in one fell swoop, Paula went on and on endlessly about herself, not in a whining tone or a defeated one, but instead as a survivor recounting a disaster at sea, or a soldier just home from a particularly harrowing round of warfare in a faraway jungle.
She'd tried to get into Clayton's religious group, and the others rejected her because of her sexual habits, which Chet had written out for their benefit in appalling detail. He then attempted to take Adora away from her, to give to the leader of the cult, where she would be raised with several other children on a country farm, immersed in the order's insane strictures and philosophy. Now, Chet was trying to hurt her every time they went to bed together, making her life as painful as possible whenever she tried to win him back with loving, almost as though he were punishing her for existing.
Rudy took in everything she said, and eventually Paula lapsed into a kind of stoic silence, sitting and staring through the windshield into the windblown night outside. As a final statement of how bitter she felt, she told Rudy that the world was evil, that there wasn't any goodness left in the entire world anymore, and there was no use trying to fight it, or change it, even if one could. "All I figure I can do, now," she said, "is make sure I can be alone. I feel I have to protect Adora from the wickedness all around us. I've got to see to it that she doesn't let it affect her...."
Adora had stirred and moaned limply during her mother's outbursts a moment ago, but, now that things were quieter again, she slept once more, curled as tightly as she could be between Rudy and Paula, her head resting on Paula's thigh and her bottom pushing warmly against Rudy.
Oaks and foothills were becoming increasingly thick along the road, little pristine farms showed in the headlights and moved past, rail fences following the truck, as the road dipped into tiny glens and vales in a series of curves and rises.
Although Paula's ugly unhappiness had left a freezing feeling in the pit of Rudy's stomach a moment before, the tender pressure of the child's buttocks against his hip made the coldness go away. Paula seemed to recover too, breathing easier beside him in the cab as they drove into the clearer, warmer air of the grass-and-oak-covered Sierra foothills.
For a long time, no words were spoken. Rudy found his mind wandering from Paula's problems downwards into the lap of her short blue dress, which he knew covered with only a thin layer of cloth the cunt he had seen hundreds of times in his dreams. The little pink room with the drooling vent....
"Paula-" he said softly.
"Yes?"
He gathered himself. "I haven't changed...."
She looked across at him, her face soft and peach-tender under the hanging loops of her shining blonde hair. "Yes?"
"Uhh ... I still got a thrill, Paula darling," he pursued, "when you did what you did on the phone in Sacramento this afternoon ... You know...."
She broke into a gleaming grin. She giggled.
"Did you?"
He nodded, holding onto the steering wheel.
Then her expression hardened again as she looked forward. "Chet used to love that, too," she said. "He hates it now, ever since he's gotten 'holier than thou' all of a sudden."
Rudy couldn't bear it any longer. He slammed on the brakes, pulling to the side of the road. "Don't talk about Chet anymore, Paula!" he screamed, staring toward her.
She looked stunned for a second, as though he'd just slapped her. But the slap seemed to do some good. After her eyebrows had gone up and then down again, and she swallowed her bitterness down gamely, she smiled once more in the darkened cab and nodded once. "Okay, Rudy ... Only, don't wake the baby. She's sleeping so peacefully, at last."
He glanced down at Adora, seeing the child's blonde hair, like her mother's, covering her perfect cameo face in unruly strands which shone as fine and feathery as purest silk.
"Let's get out for a minute," suggested Paula.
Switching off the ignition, Rudy shut off the headlights and pocketed his keys. Then, he and Paula opened their doors and climbed out on opposite sides of the cab, Rudy shutting his door as quietly as he could and walking around the hood to the spot beside the road where his sister waited. He could hardly see Paula in the blackness, just the outline of her head as she faced him, standing on the gravelly ground.
"Rudy...?" he heard her say breathlessly.
"Come here-"
The dark figure moved forward, arms reaching and encircling his shoulders, face approaching his face, her hot breath touching his cheeks like invisible whispers of closeness. He wrapped his own arms around her body, and squeezed it tight, and he felt the warm points of her breasts push deliciously into him as he fitted his mouth over hers and sealed onto her lips with a kiss. She responded with an intensity of passion that startled Rudy all the way to his toes, sucking and blowing her breath at him while she clutched his body fiercely, bracing herself against him and arching her back, stiffening in an ecstasy of urgent, animal lovemaking like a she-cat.
Flashes of electric awareness shot up and down through Rudy's nerve centers during Paula's incendiary kiss. Brilliant charges of energy filled his boner, making the tool harden and jut swiftly forward from where it had been hanging in the grotto of his loins. It jammed against Paula's belly as they went on kissing, and she pressed herself onto it through her clothes, stiffening her muscles so completely with eager responsiveness that she quivered. Her breasts hardened similarly to his hardening rod of manhood, the conical points piercing Rudy with tips of fire, and she opened her jaw against his mouth, letting her tongue trace a pattern of moist steaminess around the lining of his lips. "Mmmmmmm ... hhhmmmmmMMMMMM!!" she sounded, deep in her throat, attached to his face as if she wanted to remain a part of his body from then on.
As the kiss reached its ultimate summit of gratification, she flexed her hips again and again, rising onto tiptoe, and forced her pelvis to slam repeatedly at his boner, bringing her hidden mound-like vulva into contact with him over and over, so he couldn't avoid feeling its hollow, slit-like center beating rhythmically along the underside of his burning pecker.
At last they parted, and, still grasping Rudy excitedly, Paula rested her head on his shoulder as she lifted one leg underneath herself to try and wrap her thigh around his hip while they stood together, close to the darkened truck.
"Darling...!" she inhaled. "I need you! I-"
"Don't say any more."
"Let's go into the trees...."
"Mmmmmm...."
Although each of them wanted to start for the trees beside the road immediately, for the next few minutes neither one was able to part with the other. Paula stayed clinging to Rudy, her cunt pushing as hard as it could through her short dress onto his boner, her leg riding up on his hip. He put his hand on her leg and massaged the warm, bare skin where her dress had fallen back to uncover it clear up past her buttock and its bulge, almost to her waistline. She wasn't wearing anything under her dress; nothing to hinder him from exploring every inch of her body if he wanted to.
Then, eventually, Paula took herself away from him and stepped away into the night. Rudy followed the sounds of his sister across the bare clearing and down into a shallow ditch, and he momentarily wished he had brought along his flashlight from the truck, so he could pick out a path ahead of them.
They reached a rail fence in the pitch blackness, and Paula grunted as she ducked under the bottom rail, straightening on the other side. He went after her, and they continued onwards into knee-high summer grass and weeds which filled a broad field beyond. Once away from the highway, Rudy's eyes began adjusting to the weak starlight that was the only illumination on this moonless night in the foothills, and soon he could almost make out the dimensions of the meadow around him, a wide-open area of grassy ground surrounded by copses of low lying black oaks on every side before them.
Paula was walking towards the nearest oak trees. Rudy saw the faintest suggestion of her bare legs under the back of her dress as she walked. Her twin, pale, moon-colored thighs worked against each other ahead of him, and above her shoulders her long hair draped freely down in a fall of stardust.
But suddenly they had both entered the inky shade of an oak grove, and Paula disappeared completely in the blackness. Her feet moved on the crackling leaves and swished through budding flowers and weeds in front of him, and all at once she called to him softly, "Lover, I'm waiting for you...."
He advanced, his prod trembling with desire in his pants. Nothing could keep him away from Paula now. His excitement became unbounded and all-consuming as he reached his sister and felt the warmth of her body under the hanging oak branches. All the years he had waited, and all the dreams which had driven him relentlessly onwards to this long hoped-for moment came boiling to the surface, like the come that collected at the base of his throbbing organ, filling his glands and threatening to erupt at the first touch of Paula's invisible, darkness-enshrouded, quivering snatch.
He backed her into the tree trunk, lifting her body in his embrace and wrapping his arms tighter and tighter around her pulsating torso. Her breath was like fire on his cheeks, her lips searching and finding his own in the night, and fastening on with even more massive suction than before. As she kissed him, she squirmed against the hard bark of the oak behind her, her clothes scraping, scratching the tree.
He sought under her dress for her leg, and she widened her stance to give him access into her most secret places. Feeling along the warm smoothness of her clean skin, Rudy sent his fingers into her ass crease in back, his hand shoving between Paula and the tree in order to dig into her crevice. She groaned as he fingered the mouth of her asshole, then wandered inwards across her perineum to the brink of her vagina's slobbering, gaping cavity. By this time, his arm completely encircled her waist, and the power of his muscles pulled her whole body towards his belly so she couldn't get away. She apparently reveled in being captured like this, forced to submit to his instinctive virility, and her mouth opened wider on his mouth, her tongue licking forth inside their combined mouths in a pent-up sea of saliva. She panted, struggling to consume him with her mouth, and Rudy felt her asshole enlarge and push outwards against his arm like a warm, wet bell-shape of bulging wrinkles. Her cunt grew larger too, distending its outer lips and unfolding wetly, warmly in the center, the exposed concentric inner wrinkles expanding, dilating and stretching more and more apart.
Surges of mucus from Paula's orifices washed over his arm and hand, covering him with hot stickiness, and Paula groaned deeper than ever, flexing and shoving at him, raising her leg to give him still more room. She hooked her calf over his hip once again, and he was able to cup his palm freely now, under her liberated, blossoming organs in the darkness.
Suddenly she spasmed in a preliminary orgasm, and gushes of liquid issued from her, making a thick, wet noise. "Keep it up ... keep it up!!" she grunted against his mouth.
"You're getting filthy dirty against this tree," he said.
"Fuck the clothes!" she replied. "You don't know how long I've waited for this, to be able to do this with you, darling!"
"Not as long as I have...."
"UUUhhhhhhhhh...!"
He was ready to explode. His cock pounded with the pressure. He couldn't hold it a second longer, and when he unzipped his pants the thick-veined organ flashed outwards as though it were made of spring steel, vibrating against Paula's cunt where her juice flowing labia could massage the wet, warm tip. Her extended clit rubbed the upper side of his organ, and Rudy felt the burning point of her nubbin on his dong like a point of fire. He took his hands and spread them, clasping Paula by her naked hips and digging his fingers into her flesh. How powerful he felt, now that the time had come at last! Like an engine of sexual potency, a dynamo roaring to life in his loins! His boner was a tower in his groin, arching upwards underneath his sister, ready to pierce her through to the core and ream every wrinkle out of her guts!
He plunged home, stretching her wider and wider, and with his hands he pulled her body downwards onto him until his cock was buried entirely in the center of her belly. She swallowed, gulping with fullness, and caught her breath as his giant pillar plugged her. He shtupped her like a stopper in a jar, clogging her tightly, distending her insides until they burned with the extent of their elastic stretching.
"Fuck me, you horse!" she swallowed, and kissed him.
"I'll fuck you until you stay fucked!"
"Go to hell, Chet Clayton, I don't need you anymore!"
"Shut th' fuck up."
Ballooning her asshole to make room for the gigantic piston which was crammed like a ten-pound sausage in her rimless, distended vagina, Paula made muscular, deep-throated, chucking noises inside herself as Rudy drilled her. Pushing her into the tree to keep her from slipping, Rudy felt around her underside, feeling the cone-shaped mouth of her vagina encircling his cylindrical crank with a thin ring of mucusy membrane, and, further rearwards, her blossoming cauliflower-like asshole, wide-open and cleanly distended, drooling juice from a host of lust-excited, interior glands.
Suddenly he was coming, and as he came he pistoned in and out of Paula, sliding up and down within her as he lowered himself and arose again and again, pinning her to the tree. He spent inside her once, twice, three times, and once again, feeling in his delirium of orgasmic pleasure the pumping forces of his glands shooting the hot, gluey jism upwards into Paula. But all at once she clamped him with her muscles, and he had to stop moving and spending at the same time, his muscles quivering on the end of a new lunge, but unable to expel it.
"God! You're breaking my cock in two!" he groaned.
"Make it last, darling, make it ... last!"
"UuuhhhhggggGGGGGHHHHU"
They tumbled from the tree trunk's support together, each of them caught so totally in the thrall of suspended orgasm that neither one could do a thing about remaining upright. Feeling the world turning over and under around him, Rudy gripped Paula's trembling body as he fell into the weedy grass beside the tree, landing with Paula beside him, his boner still clamped as tightly as if it were in a bear trap within her snatch. Spilling slobber from her mouth and her vulva, Paula strained to keep her hold on him, and rolled over on top of him on the ground, spreading and bringing up her legs in order to straddle him, his cock still shoved to its hilt inside her and pushing like a hot brick against her cervix.
He still held Paula's nude hips in his hands, lying on his back underneath her, and he molded her skin with his strong fingers, grasping handfuls of her flesh and squeezing as fiercely as he could to keep Paula plugged tight upon him. She leaned forward and resumed kissing him, her hair falling to encircle his face in a forest of silken, aromatic strands. Her breath flowed and sucked around him from her nostrils, covering him with strange flavors in the all-enveloping night.
She dug her long fingernails into his scalp as she mounted him steadily, tremblingly, pulsatingly and determinedly. Clutching with all her strength, she ate him with her mouth and her cunt simultaneously, devouring him, surrounding him with herself, refusing to let go of him.
Then her secret cunt muscles slackened below, just enough to permit Rudy to rise to another excited, burning come within her. He thrust with his pelvic muscles, up and down, up and down, tensing his thighs to lift her atop him and settle her down again, repeating and repeating the moves. His boner jerked, pierced, and widened to the thickest and firmest it had ever become until now, deep in Paula's bowels. She uttered a series of barking, breathing noises in her throat as she felt the mighty shaft plunge through her hole's opening, and then he was abruptly coming once more, his mind going blank, like hers, as he spewed and ejaculated pumping, peristaltic floods of swiftly-moving, viscid cream into her. Down went his loins, and then up again, his belly rippling with the effort, and Paula mashed her mouth into his during the height of her being filled to the brim with his semen. Digging her naked knees into the dirt on both sides of Rudy's torso as she dug her nails into his hair, she panted as she kissed him and waited for his spend to finish, for the floods of fiery glue to stop erupting into the core of her belly.
When it was finished at last, she gave a groan of satisfaction and quickly straightened up, removing her mouth from his, and rising with her legs in order to pull his organ, which was still rock-hard, slipperily out of her gluey sheath. It gave off sticky, glistening sounds as she sucked loose of it, and then she proceeded to crawl downwards along his body until she came to where the jaunty, sated tower of Rudy's prong stood pointing at the night stars over his unzipped fly, jutting from hairy base to round-domed crown tip before her face. She inhaled, took a deep breath, and, opening her mouth very wide in the dark, plunged towards the penis to swallow it fully, her lips stretching as they wrapped around his shaft while she took it all in, every inch of it, letting the broad, blunt end distend her glottis and enter the depths of her esophagus. Rudy gasped, feeling his sister eating his dong, feeling the slick tightness of her throat wrapping around his shaft's bulky girth and sucking powerfully at it with rhythmic, inward-drawing, pulling, ring-like motions of muscles.
Even though he wouldn't have thought it was possible, Rudy's boner resumed its maximum hardness and hotness inside his sister's gullet. It seemed that whichever end of her body she inserted his organ into, be it her vagina or her throat, the juices welled up anew in Rudy and bubbled to the surface, filling his sacs at the base of his penis and building up rapidly for the shattering, headlong plunge through his tube to spurt, squirt, spew and erupt like hot lava from the hole. He couldn't control it with Paula; she called up untapped reserves of his semen. More jism was always simply there.
"Christ I'm gonna come again, Paula!" he grunted.
She moaned in reply, swallowing another inch of his dong.
"I'm gonna do it, I swear to God...." he writhed, grabbing handfuls of dirt and wondering when the fireworks were going to shoot off again in the night sky of his brain. Why did he get so turned-on by his own sister? he thought in the rising whirl of his impending orgasm. At last he understood his obsession, and the reason it drove him crazy day and night when he and Paula weren't together. No other girl in the world could bring so much come out of him at one time! She changed him in her presence, turned him into a stud bull with balls the size of avocados between his legs, and a gutful of come that could last him the whole night through. If he lived in a room alone with Paula, they could plaster the walls with nothing but her cunt fluid and his come, until at last only he-come and she-come made sticky mattresses of come on which they would sleep, and fuck for the rest of their lives.
He came again.
"Uhh ... uhh ... uhh ... UHH! !"
"Mmmmmmmmm...."
She sucked away and let his cock pop out, sitting back astride Rudy's legs to relax, catch her breath, and wipe his spilled jism off her face with one arm. She licked it off herself, tasting and swallowing every salty-bitter drop.
When he had also recovered the power of speech, Rudy raised himself onto his elbows, looking into the darkness at the spot where he could feel the warm weight of Paula's spreadeagled legs, and underside resting on himself. "Darling," he said, gulping, "I just realized something ... It makes me the happiest man in the world, I expect ... It's not wrong to love your sister! There's nothing wrong in that at all!" He quivered in ecstasy, thinking about it. "And it isn't wrong for you to love me too, Paula ... Is it?"
He thought he could see her smile in the starlight.
"I do love you, Rudy," she said breathlessly, her breasts heaving up and down while she spoke. Her inner thighs felt wet and sweaty against Rudy's pants. She held herself steady, and started, to calmly squish her cunt's opening inward and outward over and over again under herself, the sticky labia flexing in and out with plainly audible, juicy-wet noises, as the concentric folds of membranes expanded and expanded over the parted space between Rudy's shins.
"And, thank you for loving me," she continued, still squishing her cunt loudly. "I don't think I ever needed anyone so much in my life. I want you to love me from now on, darling ... From now on, we'll be together...."
He listened to the squish, collapse, squish, collapse of his sister's flexible cunt, which filled the silence of the night around them under the branches of the oak trees. Then, suddenly, she stopped squishing as they both heard Adora's small, distant voice coming from the parked pickup by the side of the road. The little girl had obviously awakened and found herself alone. "Mommy...." she called. "Mommy? ... Where are you, Mommy?"
Paula stood up, placing her feet under herself on the ground beside Rudy and rising to step over his legs and stand nearby. He was next, and as he stood he dusted himself off with his hands, feeling gritty and filthy, but wonderful just the same. He took a second to tuck his limp, come-plastered boner back into his shorts and zip up the zipper.
"We'd better get back to the truck," he said.
Paula leaned against him to dump the dirt out of each of her shoes, after which the two of them began the walk back across the meadow to the rail fence, beyond which the pickup waited, silhouetted by headlights of passing traffic.
Rudy heard Paula squish her cunt open and shut once again, as he stood behind her while she crawled under the fence rail. He followed, crossing the ditch and reaching the truck. There, Adora was looking out the passenger side window at them, her face a faint oval floating behind the glass.
Go back to sleep, baby," said Paula to the girl.
The little face slowly moved away and downwards, disappearing. Then Paula came toward Rudy and stood, wiping dust off her short dress and down her legs with short, fast strokes. She glanced at Rudy. "God, that was the greatest fuck I've had in years," she whispered. "You stretched me so wide I can still feel it, sort of a tickle in my cunny."
"My cock still bums, too," he answered softly.
He watched her, seeing her lift her dress and stand with her legs apart and her whole pelvis exposed as she looked back at him uncertainly. A truck went by on the highway, its lights illuminating Paula's naked legs and crotch with a flash of brilliance. "I'm sopping wet down there," she said. "You got anything I can use to wipe myself off, darling?"
"Sure," he said, and hurried to get his usual sweat towel out of the cab. Returning with it, he glanced again at Paula's naked underside as she faced him, and then said, "Here, I'd like to do it for you," leaning closer toward her front.
"That's what brothers are for!" she giggled. "Go ahead."
She stayed where she was, lifting her dress high with her hands and gazing down at herself, while Rudy stood close in front of her and reached into her snatch with the towel. He rubbed it into her widening, distending cunt wrinkles, and moved further into her crotch to clean the slot concealing her anus. She groaned deliciously as he worked, and when he took out the towel she let her dress drop again, covering her body once more so she looked as proper, as feminine, and as well-dressed as any other civilized American woman.
"I love you, brother!" she whispered, and embraced him again, throwing her arms around him eagerly, passionately.
"I love you too, sister," he replied. He tucked the towel in his belt and clutched her, and they kissed once more, as hotly and wetly as ever, their feet crunching together on the gravel roadside in the repeated glares of passing cars and trucks. Her blonde hair flared into rich, blonde-colored prominence whenever it was lit up, and her breath rushed around him in waves of warmth while they kissed.
He then helped her into her side of the truck's cab, waiting for her to get seated and comfortable before he shut the door. Loping around the truck in an ecstasy of happiness and fulfillment, Rudy climbed in on the driver's side and took out his keys to start up the engine. He gunned it, hearing new things in the roar while he listened. It didn't howl or screech any longer. It boomed with aggressive power, positive and throbbing, like the throb in his now-sated loins.
Taking the towel from his belt and holding it up to his nose, he inhaled the part which had just been between Paula's legs to sop up her juices. The odors of the towel sent his senses reeling. It was the selfsame musk which had haunted his dreams, and which Joye had tried her damnedest to drown out of his mind with her stronger, but different, stench. It was the unique stink of Paula, here for him to savor!
He tucked the towel beside him on the seat, and looked across at his sister. She smiled at him warmly, over the sleeping, cuddling form of little Adora.
Paula was here! She was real, not a dream any longer! He could reach right across and put his hand into her cunt if she opened her legs to let him, a thing which she seemed ready to do at any and every moment from now on.
He wanted to open his window and yell it to every other driver on the road, every stranger he might meet: He had his sister back, and she would be his for good this time! He was never going to lose her again! Driving the pickup off the shoulder and into the traffic lane, he shifted his gears and headed for the invisible mountains beyond the canyon in the distance. The gearshift felt like a rock-hard cock in his hand.
CHAPTER FIVE
His arrival that evening back at Townesville Center and Joye's Country Store proved to Rudy to be yet another in what had been a day-long series of surprises. Joye was all smiles as she welcomed him and Paula in, and the girls had been busy for hours, fixing a royal banquet to make Paula feel at home. Salad and lasagna went onto the table, and wine from Joye's fruit cellar, served in her best cut-crystal glasses, and homemade sourdough bread.
All through the fabulous midnight meal, and during the languid, small-hour conversation at the table which followed, Rudy wasn't able to detect even the faintest hints of animosity between Joye and himself. She had warmed completely to both him and Paula, so much so that the icy treatment she'd accorded Rudy long ago that afternoon became almost forgotten in the balmy floods of his aunt's well-timed affection. She lauded Rudy to Paula over extra glasses of chilled wine after supper, praising the artwork he'd been doing, especially his forest painting featuring the two nudes. She made proud references to the wonderful way Paula's brother had been growing up lately, until he was practically a man in his own right, ready to take over his place in the world.
Paula listened candidly to everything being said, sitting across from Rudy at the table and looking irresistible in her low-cut, blue dress. For the first time tonight, he could take as long as he wanted to study her intensely, letting his eyes roam downwards from the flowing, shining cascade of her flawless, blonde hair, along her delicately shaped features and her pristine chest, and finally into the deep canyon of her cleavage, which disappeared down the front of her dress, "My God, how you've grown!" Joye said to Paula, eyeing her with an intensity equal to Rudy's. "I never would've recognized you, darling, the way you've filled out so beautifully."
Though she answered with a self-conscious smile, Paula didn't seem to mind being eyed-over by her aunt, and she gave her all the opportunity Joye might desire to inspect her attributes. Rudy didn't understand Paula's willingness to expose herself to the others, but then he was too tired tonight to care. His organ still ached between his legs, under the table, from having been stretched and muscled so gloriously by Paula's hungry orifices. It sagged toward the chair in his pants, useless now, but filled with warm promise for the future. He massaged his crank, knowing nobody was looking.
"I think Adora and I are going to like it here," Paula said sweetly, and Wendy and Lola reassured her that she'd be able to remain here with her daughter for as long as she wanted.
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At long last, in the wee, small hours, the beds were made ready and the sleeping arrangements decided. Adora had already crawled by herself into Lola's bed in the bedroom, and so Joye said, "It looks like that's going to be her bed from now on," laughing gently as everyone peeked in at the child.
"I don't mind, Mama," Lola smiled approvingly.
"Rut where'll you sleep?" asked Paula, looking at her.
"If you don't object," Joye suggested, "you and Lola could share my bed, darling. The two of you'll have my whole bedroom to yourselves, and Lola sleeps very soundly."
"All right," Paula agreed. "But what about you?" Immediately, Joye threw an arm around Rudy's shoulders, hugging him next to herself maternally. "As for Rudy and me," she grinned, "we should be just like two peas in a pod on the convertible sofa in the living room. Right, baby?"
With just a twinge of this afternoon's uneasiness coming back now to haunt him, Rudy glanced at Joye's beaming countenance and nodded. "Okay, Aunt Joye ..
Soon, the cabin was dark in the predawn stillness, all the lights in the main room switched off, while Rudy waited alone in the convertible bed, listening as the girls and his aunt used the nearby bathroom. The light gleamed around the closed door frame, and conspiratorial female whispers mingled with the sounds of running water and toilet flushes beyond it. Finally, the last light in the place went out, and Rudy stiffened in the blackness, feeling Joye's weight on the bed as she came to join him, climbing onto the mattress with low grunts and breathing. Even though he moved as far towards the other side of the bed as possible, to make room for Joye, he still felt the huge pressure of her rounded bottom push against him, while she straightened out her legs under the covers and rolled over to get comfortable, emitting sighs and groans of pleasure and rustling her babydoll nightie and the bedsheets. One of her breasts touched Rudy, the nipple standing unexpectedly hot and hard, and then she pulled it away again.
"Good night," she grunted.
"G'night...."
In Joye's bedroom, Paula lay on her back in the silence and stared at the blankness of the empty ceiling. Her cunt still slobbered with the memory of Rudy's cock, and she couldn't get it out of her mind. The towering shaft loomed before her in the darkness, as real as ever in her imagination, and, remembering its massiveness, she wanted to reach out and suck it, grab it and gobble it, knowing, as she knew the burning sensations between her cunt lips, that it could forever bum any thoughts she might still have of Chet's smaller crank out of her mind. She wanted the impressions of Chet to be reamed from every wrinkle in her vagina, and Rudy could do it. Rudy could peel Chet off her conscience and make her spit him out her asshole, leaving nothing behind but a burp.
She laughed in a state of half-sleep, and the laugh erupted as a thin, high chirp which Lola heard. Adjusting her position in the bed, Lola quietly raised up her legs and pushed down the covers, turning herself around until she was facing the foot of the bed, with her thighs resting on the pillow beside Paula's face, her hairy cunt-patch poised as close to Paula as it could get without touching her.
Paula awoke to a feeling of something hovering very near to her, and a cloud of cunt-stink enveloped her so strongly that she opened her mouth, gasping for air. At this moment, something entirely different made her nerves tingle, as Lola opened her own mouth in likewise fashion and fastened it firmly on the drooling mouth of Paula's throbbing snatch. Lola grunted, and climbed over Paula on her stomach, wrapping her legs around Paula and covering Paula's face with her forested vulva. The split in the center unfolded over Paula's mouth, and a gush of juice dribbled out. Paula, immersed in the bounty of Lola's beaver, came fully awake and struggled for air.
"MMMmmmppphhh!!" she strained, but Lola wouldn't move. She simply flexed her cunt wide-open over her cousin, making the juicy interior balloon, expanding, the jelly-like membranes squishing across Paula's cheeks like sucking eels.
With a fierce animal determination, Lola proceeded to devour Paula's genitals. Despite herself, Paula was required to inflate and unfold her cunt's envelope the same way Lola had just done, and before long she could feel her clit hardening of its own free will as Lola sucked and bit at it, making flashes of icy-hot, fiery tingles race up and down Paula's spine. Smothered in girl-flesh, she felt Lola's prickle also growing, the nubbin enlarging, thickening and elongating into her mouth, its tip pressing eventually against her teeth.
"UuuhhhhGGGGGhhh ..Lola groaned pleasurably.
Paula suddenly could no longer separate dream from reality, here in the darkened bedroom, in a night which was so totally silent outside the cabin that she could hear every heartbeat in the great soft body above her, and every breath Lola took while she guzzled and snorted in the folds of Paula's snatch below. Each little greasy squish of Lola's cunt tissues overhead reached Paula's ears, becoming a symphony of squishes, grunts, inhalations, exhalations and soft, wet, licking noises.
Everything's going just as we planned it, thought Lola feverishly, as she gave Paula's cunt the full treatment in her finest Lesbian technique, taking the clit between her lips and rolling the hot, little knob from side to side in order to bring Paula to a peak of excitation from which she would have no choice but to orgasm like a steam engine underneath her. I hope she understands why I'm doing this, she thought, her mouth full of Paula's membranes. I hope she doesn't take it personally, and try to bite my clit off with her teeth....
Which was exactly what it felt like Paula was getting ready to do, Lola realized suddenly. Fear gripped her as she thought of the danger she might've let herself in for, by going through with this crazy plan that she and Joye had dreamed up while Rudy had been in Fresno this evening. Would her attempt at luring Paula away from her brother by making her feel shitty and used end with a trip to the hospital for Lola herself? She stiffened, feeling Paula's teeth on her clit's delicate, blood-glutted shaft, and waited for the crash of pain which would come when Paula bit down....
Rudy, deep in a dream, was watching his sister undress. It was an oddly brilliant morning in the living room, and the sunlight seemed to come around the house in circles, peeking first in one window and then in another, to illuminate the standing figure of Paula in the center of the room. She seemed to rotate in front of him on an invisible pedestal as she undressed, and yet every time he looked at her she was still standing with her front towards him, as though she hadn't moved at all. She was smiling lovingly at him.
As his cock hardened to impossible dimensions over his belly on the bed, he watched Paula remove her blue dress and her blouse. The garments floated to the floor slowly, settling through the thick air as though they were dropping through water. The sun came around again and lit up her body, but as he looked, he saw it was covered with newspapers. Headlines reading CHILD MUTILATED BY MOTHER-IDENTIFICATION OF BODY IMPOSSIBLE, and HUSBAND SEEKS KIDNAPPING CHARGES AGAINST WIFE'S YOUNGER BROTHER ran in large black print towards the center of her crotch, their last words disappearing into the crack. She laughed, and peeled off the newspapers, and they, too, floated to the floor as though they were underwater.
The sun whirled around the cabin once more, and glared in over Rudy's boner, casting a shadow that fell into Paula's groin like a solid, black thing. His boner towered almost to the ceiling now, and jets of white glue were issuing from the tip, dropping upwards instead of downwards in defiance of gravity, to form a spreading, pearlescent sea on the ceiling.
Free of the newspapers, Paula now wore a covering consisting of nothing but cunts. Hairy mouths with thick pale inner lips protruded from the sides of her legs, the center of her belly, from between her breasts, and from the faces of the breasts themselves. Her face was a snatch, too, a clit for a nose and a gaping vagina for a mouth. Hair covered the rest of it, and she had no eyes. She reached out her hands, and a cunt filled each palm. Rudy shuddered at the sight, especially horrified by the huge cunt of her face, which turned out to be Joye's cunt, mammoth outer lips covered with kinky, clock-springy, darkish hair. None of the cunts were blonde, and none were Paula's. She was covered only with dark cunts.
All the cunts started drooling. Juice, as thick as paste, pulsated out of each gaping vagina and dropped in heavy gobs to the floor, splattering the clothes and the fallen newspapers with staccato, viscid squishes and plops. The cunt in her face opened very wide, exposing its entire interior, and seemed to gather itself before spouting a flying bolt of girl come, which shot through the air in a long, curving arch and landed full in Rudy's face, drenching him in congealing, coagulating, distilled essence of Joye's woman-stench.
He gagged, swallowing the rancid mouthful, and the thing which had been Paula stepped forward in one bound and brought her snatch-face to his. The broad-stretched, pink flower of membranes grew incredibly enormous as it kissed him, and it blocked out the sunlight completely, adhering like a lamprey to his mouth, and covering his whole head in a wrapping of tissue. Mucus and come enveloped him, coating him, a giant snail with come for sputum gluing itself to him so he couldn't breathe. Stink and odor swallowed him, and entered him in floods from the hollow core of the gigantic vestibule. The peehole pushed at him, opening from deep inside like a little flower of its own, and the clit was a baseball bat walloping his eyes. The monster was all over him, and he gave up, allowing his tongue to lick forth and explore the middle of its massiveness. The whole room rocked with the groaning cunt over him, and giant rumbles came through the windows. His mile-high boner went through the roof of the cabin, but instead of splintering wood and icy, outside air, his crank met teeth, lips, a throat, a glottis and an esophagus lined with moving, ring-like muscles drawing him further and further inward. His balls clanged like bells and retaliated with a rising jolt of jism, which collected and expanded in his glands and entered the base of his boner, preparing to rise at any moment through his tube and into the strange, soft, hot, massaging, outside world. He became abruptly very stiff indeed, arching his back on the bed, fighting for air. "Uhhhhh ... UUURRRGGGGhhhhhhh...." The voice was female, and colossal. "Mmmmnnnnnnn ... glufph-"
His glands rebelled. His belly flexed. Ripples shot up and down through his muscles. The membrane of his diaphragm pulled and thrust downwards. His bowels collapsed.
He jolted, pierced and sprayed.
"OOOoooo ... hhhhh ... IK! IK! IK! IK! IK!!"
Paula....
He awoke.
IK ... I The body above him flexed and spasmed in the dark, and tremendous thicknesses of juice plastered him from its opening sheath of rubbery wrinkles. It pulled away, mashed back down on him again, pulled away, mashed down, pulled away ... and finally rolled sideways off him.
"Put it in me and come again!" whispered Joye in the bed, pausing to wipe her come-covered mouth with a comer of the bedsheet. Rudy stared in the darkness, barely seeing his aunt's huge, pale body looming over him, utterly naked, her breasts jutting over him with conical turrets at their tips...." Paula?"
"No, dear, this is your Aunt Joye. Remember?"
He shook his head furiously, and felt the reality of the slime cooling on his face, which she had just now deposited there from her slobbering snatch.
"I don't want ... please ... Don't make me ..
"You can't help it, darling."
"Please...."
"Shhhh-" She crawled down the bed on her haunches and lifted one leg over his torso. Her cunt opened with another wet squish, the sticky tissues pulling apart, and she lowered her belly down onto his, as her giant bell-shaped breasts descended and flattened against his chest, the hard points feeling like nails in his violated flesh.
"I want Paula, I want my sister," he grunted.
"Shut up and fuck, you stud."
"Aunt Joye...!"
She covered his mouth with a come-covered hand. It was his own come, salty-sour and fresh from his. glands. Paula's in my room," she said, "making it with Lola. Lola's a real good girl, and she'll straighten Paula out in a hurry."
All at once an earsplitting scream came from the closed door of Joye's bedroom. It was Lola, and Joye tensed uneasily as she beard it, rising to listen in the silence that followed. Rudy watched her, and wondered what was happening in the other room between his sister and his cousin. The scream had sounded like someone was in indescribable pain.
Joye inhaled, her breasts lifting.
"Lola!" she called.
Only silence came from the other room.
Rudy felt a shudder pass through his aunt, as she sat hunkered on the bed, her glutted organs draining onto the sheets under her hovering bottom. She made a move to climb off the bed, but then a lighthearted giggle came from the closed bedroom, followed immediately by two giggles at once.
Paula was licking and sucking the hot nubbin in her mouth, the place where she'd just pinched it with her teeth returning speedily to its usual proportions. Over her face, Lola's snatch had unleashed an extraordinarily abundant deluge of girl-spend in the split-second when Lola had screamed. More spend continued to flow out of Lola afterwards, and Paula drank every gob of it, swallowing the musky stuff and seeking after more of it with her tongue, deeper and deeper amidst the wrinkles of her cousin's insatiable snatch.
Lola's heart was beating normally again, the terror of that split-second evaporating like mist in the night air. However, a new uneasiness filled her to replace it, an uncertainty as potent as the fear had been. She was surprised, startled, left almost witless by Paula's suddenly feverish reaction to her sexual advances. In a flash of time, Paula had taken over the lead in this battle, and was now reaming Lola so thoroughly that Lola could no longer concentrate on how unnatural she was supposed to be making Paula feel.
Now, Lola felt pretty unnatural herself.
She took her mouth away from Paula's eager, wide-blossoming cunt and opened it wide: "Darling, what're you doing? You'll drain my body in a moment! I can't believe it!"
Paula sucked loose and answered, "Just keep your cunt where it is, cousin. I haven't done this since high school."
"FUCK!!"
She was on the receiving end!
"Keep your coozie running water, love. I'll suck it out. Don't make any moves without my say-so, do you hear?"
"Mmmmmmm-"
Earthquakes of joy stirred Lola tremendously. She couldn't resist the onslaught of Paula's electric tongue. Her clit pulsated, throbbed, vibrated like a meaty tuning fork. She was Paula's prisoner as long as Paula kept her plugged-in.
Goosh, goosh, goosh, goosh, goosh, goosh....
The giggles from the bedroom did more than anything Joye had been doing to weaken Rudy's resistance to his aunt's staggeringly overpowering bodily urges. As she fitted the elastic ring of her hymen over his high-standing, re-hardening, unstoppable prong, he let her do what she wanted, feeling her fingers position the boner inside her, the tips touching his crank's serrated sides like little strangers with lives of their own. But Joye's cunt was a very large creature, and by now not a stranger at all, a vast, warm vent of soft skin through which his solid circular plug could enter the core of her body as easily as butter sliding through a hose.
Plugged on his piston, Joye settled herself downwards, legs spreadeagled over his torso, inhaling and gulping to make room for the mountainous crank that was entering her hugely. She felt the pylon drive upward past each ring of her vaginal lining, until eventually it bumped head-on into her cervix and made streaks of pain-pleasure jump into her throat like nausea. She felt now like she'd just eaten the biggest dinner in the world. Her stomach was solidly filled. Even her breasts loomed forward with fullness.
Nothing could prevent her from beginning the pumps and thrusts with her legs and body which would milk the next immense flow of come out of the great organ she had swallowed in her hole. She did it automatically, raising and lowering on the bed in the darkness, lifting and bending and sinking again in a regulated motion, jutting her naked ass behind herself in the black of the room as she rose up, so that nearly all of the gigantic organ slipped like a gross, rubbery tube out of her socket and bent itself almost in two in order to be ready for the next mighty plunge back in.
Rudy, his heart twisted by the pleasant sounds in the nearby bedroom, decided to enjoy his fuck with his aunt to the utmost, and he started taking as much part in it as she was taking, thrusting his hips upward off the mattress to meet her plunges, retreating once more when she elevated, to make as much of his tower's move through her ring-like, dilated orifice as possible. She coated his prong with fresh juices, secreting gluey spend by the cupful from the glands lining her opening. Lubricated and fattened nearly to bursting, Rudy's crank made long slurping noises going in and out of Joye's hole, and each time that it plunged all the way to her cervix she emitted a little yelp from far down in her throat, keeping her mouth wide open just to catch her breath.
"Ahhh ... ehhhh ... ahhhh, eeee!" she yelped.
His organ moved and moved through her vaginal sheath. She pumped new floods to cover it, her liquid draining into the hair at the base of Rudy's turret. The air became thick with the potent stink of Joye's musk. It stank of sweat, urine, vinegar, onions, bananas and monkeys. It stank of a zoo squatting en masse to be fucked, and Rudy breathed it in eagerly now, not minding the odor a bit. He even found it intoxicating, and drove him on still harder, making him plug his aunt deeper and fuller with every new impalement.
He knew she was a clean woman, that she washed as often as every woman, and yet she could develop a stink like a horse when she wanted to; it was all in her come juice. The glands on the inside surfaces of her blossoming cunt were able to ooze like fountains with the heady liquor, and as the two of them approached mutual orgasm together, tonight in the pitch-black expanses of the cabin's living room, Joye outdid herself in both the odor and amount of juice she was producing.
"Christ, I hafta come again, Aunt Joye!" he grunted.
She sucked and pulled on his organ with her socket. "If you call me 'Aunt Joye' just one more time, kiddo, I think I'll bite off your dick and fart it out of my asshole!"
Rudy shivered as he felt her muscles pinch down on him. Damn it, she could do it, the great Amazon! he thought, as he sweated from the pain. She's got muscles like steel hands!
"Okay ... Joye...." he swallowed.
His body jerked, lifting all her weight clear of the bed. She rode him like a bronco. His spasm reverberated upward and downward at the same time, blanking out his sight and hearing, sending his brain into a fantasyland of hot, pink, rubbery delights, and forcing his glands to flex and the roots of his dong to straighten out like ramrods for his burning cream to go sliding through. Joye also blanked out, and she dug her fingernails into Rudy's flanks spasmodically, tearing at his flesh as she felt the first, fierce blast of his jism slam into her cervix from the mouth of the cock inside her.
Rudy did two, three, four, more and more bursts within Joye, feeling her body quiver with every one. His ninth jolt came out stronger but slower, and his tenth lasted for almost a full second, a protracted expulsion of pasty liquid as deep in Joye's belly as Rudy could spew it.
"AAAAGGGGHHHHHII Uhhhhhhh...." she pulsated.
Rudy concluded his final jolt and relaxed. At that moment, he heard two other groans of orgasm erupt from beyond the teasing, frustrating barrier of the closed bedroom door.
He listened as Lola came, mooing like a bullhorn and then grunting several times: "Ugh ... ugh ... ugh ... ugh ... ugh ... ugh!"
He listened as his sister came, too. A high tinkling giggle, a gasping moan, followed by several low grunts like something he had never heard from Paula before. A fading, heart-deep string of guttural orifice noises.
How could she do this to me! he thought miserably, still plugged into Joye and feeling the weight of her naked, spreadeagled, sweaty body on top of him.
The next morning was very strange indeed.
The only one who didn't seem to know what had gone on last night was Wendy. She came out of the bathroom yawning and stretching in her bathrobe, looked around at everybody and said, "Boy! I sure slept well last night! Guess I needed the rest ... How did you sleep, Mama darling?"
Joye grinned like the cat who ate the canary. "Have some coffee, Rudy. You look like you had a bad night, baby."
Sitting on opposite sides of the table, Lola and Paula didn't appear to be on speaking terms this morning. Whenever one of them looked at the other, all she got in return was an icy stare. This went on clear through pancakes and eggs and orange juice, until finally Lola inexplicably burst out laughing, and guffawed her way out of the chair and most of the way across the living room, doubling over more than a few times with mirth.
"Paula!" she chortled, "You look so damned silly, sitting there with your lower lip hanging in your coffee!"
Paula softened somewhat, but still didn't say much.
Wendy just looked around. "What?" she said. "What?"
For the rest of the morning, Adora ran about the cabin from room to room, like a parakeet set free from its cage, clomping helter-skelter in her best Sunday shoes and her prettiest dress, and hiding behind things whenever she caught Rudy or Joye watching her, giggling and squealing with glee.
All in all, it appeared to be an adorably happy household. But Rudy could see the tension flashing through the place like electricity, charges zapping from person to person, reddening Lola's face suddenly, turning Joye's head, making Paula stare at Rudy and look away as though she were hiding.
Everyone felt it except Wendy and Adora.
Dragging Lola with her, Joye left the cabin to open up the store. Afterwards, Paula approached Rudy, who had been staring at a magazine in the living room without seeing it.
"Let's go for a walk," she said.
"I don't think I want to."
She grabbed him and hauled him to his feet. "I said, let's go for a walk, stupid!" she grated through her teeth.
Rudy walked.
The air was crisp and cool outside the cabin, and Rudy saw the store as he passed it, the beer signs showing their neon in the windows, merchandise of a thousand shapes and colors arrayed inside, and the figure of Lola behind the cash register. There didn't seem to be any customers.
Paula still gripped his hand. She led him along in the other direction, towing him toward the main street of town and the other buildings huddled together toward the west.
The sky overhead had turned threatening, huge ragged-bottomed clouds coming in over the tops of granite crags behind the village, filling the sky with darkness.
"Looks like it's gonna rain soon," said Rudy, and gave his hand a tug to try releasing it from his sister's.
"Come on," she replied.
She didn't let go of him until they were well out of sight and earshot of Joye's Country Store. Then she walked beside Rudy along the gravel shoulder of the highway past Townesville Center's storefronts and houses, looking now and again at him with her brilliant blue eyes, her shining blonde hair falling in sweeping strands over her shoulders.
"What did you want to talk about?" he asked, hesitating.
She wasted no time. "About last night."
They walked a little further, the town's morning traffic barreling past them now and again on the pavement. Country people in pickup trucks made up most of the traffic.
"Why did you do it?" he muttered under his breath.
"Because I realized I wanted to!" said Paula bluntly. She looked once more at him. "Sure, it was all set up in advance, as I'm certain you've come to see by now. Joye wanted to keep you and me apart, and used Lola to keep me busy while she did her job on you. Isn't that right?"
Rudy nodded, not saying anything.
"Don't you see? Joye wanted you to be jealous enough to let her do what she pleased with you! Lola was the wedge and I was the fall guy, all to keep you working on her instead of spending your time with me! She needs you so much, she's willing to lie, cheat and finagle in order to keep you!"
Rudy stopped walking, and stared at her.
"But what about you, Paula?" he said angrily. 'If you hadn't gone along with it so easily, Joye's little plan wouldn't have worked at all! The only reason I let her fuck me was because I could hear you in the bedroom, fucking like a mink with Lola! Jesus, the groaning and grunts I heard! No wonder I got jealous! Anybody would've gotten jealous under those circumstances!" He started walking again, turning his face away from Paula. "And to think, it all happened on the very same night when I had first seen you in all these years."
"God, have you got a lot to learn!" said Paula, gesturing. "Believe me, I know all about jealousy. I got the master's degree from my old man, Chet Clayton. He taught me all there is to know about being green with envy and over protectiveness. And I'm fed up with it!" Lifting her hands, she let them slap down again at her sides. "Listen, darling: From now on, if you or anyone else wants to be jealous of me, it's your hangup! I'm through with it! I love you, Rudy, every bit as much today as I did last evening near Fresno. I still want to make it with you as often as I can.
"But if you want to keep me down, you'll just be doing exactly what Joye wants you to do. And you'll lose me, baby, I swear to God you will! I'm nobody's private property anymore!"
They turned at the end of town and started back again, retracing their steps along the roadside while Rudy looked, deep in thought, at the ground in front of him.
"I still love you too, Paula," he said at great length. She nodded, mostly to herself, and said, "Do you love me enough, Rudy, to understand what I've been trying to say?"
"... I think so. Only ... What're we going to do about this problem With Joye and Lola?"
She glanced pleasantly at him. "I figured it out. What Joye is afraid of is losing you, darling. She's terrified of that. I guess you're the first thing that's really pleased her, and given her a thrill, since old Uncle Bert passed away. So...." and here she stopped to get Rudy's full attention, "all we have to do now is prove beyond a doubt to her that she still has you, and has me, too, into the bargain."
Rudy stalled. "But ... how, Paula?"
She started off again, towards the store. "Come along, baby, and I'll show you how. Just keep watching what I do...."
Rudy followed his sister in the direction of Joye's store, staying a bit behind her and watching her walk. Paula was wearing the same short blue dress today which she had worn last night, and every time she flipped her ass from side to side as she stepped along, the back of the dress flipped up and out just far enough to flash the bottom of one of her naked ass cheeks. She was naked under the dress. There wasn't a sexier sight in the world, Rudy realized, than the sight of Paula walking, flexing her ass and letting her dress flip up. He began to feel a hard-on rising hot and firm in his pants as he watched her, and the knowledge of his cock's undeniable rising brought home to him the fact that he could never leave Paula, or ever learn to live without her fabulous love.
They reached the store, and Paula walked inside with Rudy close behind. He shut the door after himself, seeing Paula approach Lola at the counter.
"Where's Joye?" Paula asked levelly.
"In the back room," gestured Lola over one shoulder. She went on counting her change as though Paula wasn't there.
"Come on!" Paula signaled to Rudy. When he came up to her, she reached and felt his pants with her hand, doing it where Lola wouldn't be looking. "You got a nice one on there, haven't you," she commented secretly, smiling.
She turned. "Which way's the stockroom?"
"In here," Rudy pointed, and ushered her through a narrow passageway to a large door at the rear which was partly ajar. Inside were tiers of shelves loaded with canned goods, beer cases and bakery items, all illuminated by a single bare light bulb hanging from a cord in the middle of the cubicle. Joye sat under the bulb with an inventory sheet on a clipboard, and she was counting items on the shelves with a pencil as Paula pushed in, leading Rudy after her.
Joye stopped counting, and glanced up. She gave a weak smile and said, "Oh, hello, kids...."
Paula ducked back for a moment to close the stockroom door and latch it. Then she stepped forward again.
"Are you horny?" she asked.
Joye's eyebrows went up. She put down her pencil. A twinge of worry swept through Rudy as he looked at the two women in front of him. What did Paula have in mind?!
"What're you talking about?" Joye half-giggled.
"Rudy and I came to make love with you."
She said it just like that. Flat-out. It floored Joye, who fought to control a wave of nervous titters. "What?!"
"I'm horny for you, Joye," said Paula. "So's Rudy. He's so horny, his pants are getting ready to split. We both want to do it with you, right here in the stockroom."
"Uhh ... ha, ha ... yeah...." Joye said, flustered. She backed up in her chair, scraping it across the floor, and made room for Paula and Rudy to stand closer to her. "Sure ... I'm horny too," she admitted, sighing. "I've been horny ever since I first saw you and Rudy together ... Here, make yourselves at home," she gestured.
Rudy had begun to feel partly excited, partly numb by this time. The little room was getting to him, he thought, and the crazy, amoral, day dream things Paula was saying. He stepped to the far end of the stockroom, on the other side of Joye's chair, and stood reading labels on the merchandise. His hard-on was twanging like a divining-rod in his pants.
"Here...." Joye said, squirming on her chair and grinning foolishly at Rudy and Paula, "Want a beer before we get started? I've got every brand you could think of."
"All right," said Paula.
Joye opened beers for the three of them, handing them around. Rudy took a giant pull of his and realized it was warm. But the warmth of it only added to its kick when it struck home, and he began to feel much better very quickly.
Chugging their own beers, Paula and Joye went on talking in friendly tones, conversing about the state of affairs here in the store, the seasonal tourist trade at the lake, and how Joye's neighbors in Townesville Center were doing. They chatted about old Ned Blair and his rental horses, and Joye mentioned all the riding trails which could be taken in the forests around Pine Lake. Joye also mentioned the fact that Julia Hooper was renovating her tourist cabins this year. They would have electric heat and television for the summer crowd, and Julia was going to raise her rates.
"That's the way it goes, isn't it," Paula commented, dragging on her beer while Joye did the same. "Always more inflation, and you folks in the resorts have higher and higher bills to pay, just like everybody else."
"You're so right," Joye nodded. She stood up suddenly and put down her beer, standing in front of her chair between Paula and Rudy, and hiking her dress to pull down her panties quickly. Something huge and wet gooshed juicily between Joye's legs, and Rudy's bone jolted upwards, harder and fierier than ever. How could they be so damn casual?! he thought excitedly.
Standing there, Joye retrieved her beer and proceeded to drain it. She was facing Paula, and Paula, after finishing her own beer, set it on a shelf and knelt before Joye, bringing her face to within a few inches of the front of Joye's crotch.
"Ahh," she said softly, "you have a beautiful cunt."
More membranes blossomed stickily between Joye's thighs. Behind his aunt's backside, Rudy couldn't see anything except the enraptured look on Paula's face as she studied Joye's cunt closely, probing into it with her fingers and licking her lips with her tongue in delicious anticipation.
Downing the last of his beer, Rudy undid his pants and dropped them, stepping out of them and coming forward to place himself, and the great, russet, forward-pointing pillar of his crank, against the spot behind Joye where her dress still concealed the juice drooling crevice of her ass.
He clutched Joye's ass with his hands, kneading her flesh through its covering of material, and Joye stiffened, looking back toward him over her shoulder. "Hello, lover," she moaned.
He trembled in his eagerness to get into her, and took one hand down from her hip to stick it under her dress and into her crack. There, he felt her asshole's bulging mouth swelling outward through her sweaty crevice, a gigantic ball-shape of gathered sphincter wrinkles which had ballooned from within her when she ballooned open her snatch in front.
"Put it in my asshole," Joye suggested breathlessly.
In the meantime, Paula had lunged inwards on Joye's other side, bringing her blonde-haired head in under Joye's dress to bury her face inside the larger woman's gaping, fluid-running, still-widening collection of cunt-wrinkles. She mouthed Joye's elongating clit between her lips, sucking into herself a mouthful of the nubbin's nerve-tingling shank, and this made Joye break out in shivers and beads of sweat. She caught her breath, too, as Rudy fingered open her asshole and placed his member in its mouth-like hole lined with clean, juicy circles of interior rectal membrane.
He started shoving himself inward.
To Joye's surprise, nothing had ever felt so massive in her asshole before, not even her memory of Bert's agonizingly immense boner. Only Rudy's giant crank could give her this feeling of absolute fullness as she wrapped her rectal muscles around its heated girth and felt it go deeper and deeper, past the fold halfway up through her rectum, almost to where her bowel turned to enter her lower intestine.
Her belly was once again plugged tight with Rudy, this time through a different orifice, and the sensations sent her into premature orgasms that made her spew gush after gush of her steamy, stinking lubricant onto Paula's face.
"Jeezus you came a gusher!" inhaled Paula, retreating.
Rudy could feel himself gathering for a come as well, his organ doing a double jerking motion in Joye's anus as he pulled and pushed, pulled and pushed on the plunger to excite every tender inch of his aunt's salivating rectum.
"I'm gonna come too," Paula half-shouted, and from where Rudy listened, he heard the loud, distinct plops and dribbles of his sister's lubricant as she dropped it on the stockroom floor under her spread apart thighs where she was kneeling. "UGH!" she went, and then, "Ukh ... ukh ... ukh...!"
All at once Joye's whole pelvis lurched away from him as she jerked it in the throes of her second spasm. He kept his boner in her, following her movement with his own, and when she jerked back again the shaft plunged all the way within her, making her cry out loud with the pressure. "AHHHHHH"
Paula was in Joye's snatch again afterwards, and Joye clutched her head with both hands, to keep it buried among her enlarged labia as Paula lapped up mouthfuls of the endless flowing oceans of her juice. "Atta girl," Joye moaned deeply.
The buildup had begun with Rudy; he felt his glands pouring the semen into his tube as his belly gathered for the last, final discharge into the depths of Joye's hot rectum. He stiffened, waited a split-second, and grabbed Joye with his hands to hold her steady as he shot everything he had into her deepest tunnels of simmering, quivering flesh.
WHAM, went his crank, and WHAM, WHAM again, several times in all. Each thrusting plunge of his pecker shot one more bolt of thick, burning cream farther and farther into Joye's belly, the gluey globs traveling the length of his pipe and erupting at its innermost end to flood Joye totally.
Joye reacted by stiffening every muscle of her body as she stood with her ass facing him and her long, dark hair draping down past his face along her back, flexing herself as hard as she could, instinctively, quaking to her core, her breath coming in short, sharp inhalations while she orgasmed more strongly every second and sent peristaltic rings up and down her rectal tube to massage his hot organ.
"Mmmmmmmm ... HHHMMMMMmmmmmmm," moaned Paula, immersed in Joye's snatch, as she felt Joye spending all around her. She withdrew with a face plastered in Joye's potent come-fluid, her mouth full of it, licking her chops with her tongue as though she'd just had her face buried in a bowl of particularly tasty honey. "Ahh, that was good...."
Joye quit vibrating, and almost collapsed from exhaustion. Rudy held on, though, and completed his refueling operation inside her. Then, he sucked loose his pecker from her anal sheath, seeing it come out, covered with pale mucus.
"I love you! I love you both!" breathed Joye, sitting.
"We both love you, too," said Paula, sincerely.
CHAPTER SIX
The next few days were a paradise of satisfaction for Rudy. Paula and Joye became intimate friends together, and Paula took over some of the cooking and cleaning, to give Joye more time alone with Rudy. Adora was every bit as adorable as her name implied, eating with the others and playing by herself or with Wendy, and never making a fuss. To Rudy, it became apparent that the child had never felt so free before. Nobody picked on her, or told her how to act, and Adora rewarded this treatment by flooding them with angelic thankfulness.
Of course, Wendy had known about the strange sex sessions during that first night after Paula had arrived. Rudy found out that she knew, when she finally told him to his face that she hadn't wanted any part of any schemes on Joye's or Lola's part, figuring to herself that Paula would treat everybody the way she always had in the past; as her true, equal lovers.
Even Lola grew out of her moroseness. She agreed to sleep with Joye instead of Paula at night, in Joye's bed, while Adora kept her own bed in the other bedroom. And Paula slept nights with Rudy on the convertible sofa.
Naturally, Rudy's dreams improved right away.
Everything was beautiful, even the weather. On sunny days, Paula toured the town with Joye and Lola, or rowed out onto the lake with Wendy and Rudy in the family rowboat. They went one afternoon to the cove where Wendy and Rudy had gone to be alone before, and, once inside the cove and on the little sandy beach, there was plenty of opportunity for Rudy to see, touch, and fondle the cunts, buttocks and breasts of both girls, and for each of them to milk jets of come from his mighty, russet-red boner, after all of them had stripped naked and were following one another about by the lake's edge.
One day it rained, and everyone stayed indoors. But still, fun could be had in the back bedroom with Lola and Wendy, or Paula and Joye, or all four of them together, peeling out of their clothes and exposing themselves to one another, assuming erotic positions in front of the bed and luring Rudy on with their bodies, to have his massive crank pierce cunt after cunt, time after time, in a rhythmical progression of sexual excitation and wondrous fulfillment.
Adora found a number of play friends down the main road in Townesville Center, and after a while she spent hours at a time away from the cabin, so that Rudy and his harem of women could be alone and do their thing without interruption. And whenever he was finally milked dry and was unable to copulate any longer with anyone, the girls either went back to what they had been doing beforehand, or gathered in the kitchen to serve him tea or hot coffee, and huge tasty dinners to help him buck up his strength for the next go-round.
If anybody else in Townesville Center knew what was going on at Joye's Country Store, none of them ever let on when they visited Joye at the store for groceries and supplies. The old-timers in town knew the story of Joye and her husband, and all of them had known and respected old Bert before he died, and realized what Joye must have been missing afterwards. Now she had a new man, and they knew, if they knew anything at all, that she would do anything in the world to keep Rudy happy. This time, she wasn't going to let her man slip away.
But Joye no longer feared Paula, or thought of Rudy's sister as any kind of threat. One afternoon in the vegetable garden, Joye exposed herself to Rudy by distending her cunt as she stood bent-over, and while he put his crank into her from behind, Paula came out of the cabin and surprised the two of them in the middle of Joye's first orgasm. Paula grinned, smirking a little, and stepped boldly forward, putting her feet over the rows of tomato plants and standing in front of Joye's lowered head, where she deftly shucked off her blue jeans. She squatted, lowered herself onto the ground facing Joye's face, and shoved her pelvis inward, presenting her widening cunt in such a way that Joye could lean squarely into it and slurp out mouthfuls of Paula's running cunt-come, all while she remained firmly plugged onto Rudy's pecker behind.
So it lasted, this placid and orderly arrangement, until the morning Paula looked through the front living room window of the cabin and saw a familiar, grimy 1963 Imperial turn in off the main road and pull up, tires hissing on the gravel clearing. From his chair, Rudy saw her freaking.
"Shit!" she grunted, hustling Adora from where the child had been playing with toy blocks on the hooked rug. She towed Adora to the hallway, looking fearfully over her shoulder at the apparition outside. "Don't let them find us, Rudy! Don't let them find us, whatever you do!"
She and Adora vanished into Joye's bedroom.
Rudy had already stood up, dropping his magazine. Now he watched a tall, goateed, redheaded man get out of the Imperial beyond .the room's window, as two fabulously attractive girls in long, flowing granny-dresses climbed out the other side. The taller girl, a raven-haired brunette with impeccable cameo skin, turned toward the cabin and seemed to see Rudy watching her from inside. She smiled at him.
The other girl, shorter and mousy-brown-haired, faced the goateed man as he came around the car. He put his hand behind the small of her back as the brunette walked ahead of them, and together the trio approached the front door.
Wendy came out of the kitchen, and opened the door for them. Rudy heard the man say, "Hello, I'm Chet Clayton," and immediately his blood began simmering with pent-up hatred. He had never seen Chet before, and he certainly didn't want to see him now. Paula had become his at last, after far too long, and he could tell without even thinking, mostly from his sister's panic-stricken reaction, that Clayton had come here for one purpose only: to take her away from him again.
"And you must be Wendy," Clayton said cheerfully, hidden from Rudy's view behind the door, which Wendy was holding open. "This is Margie, and Adelle is the one with the long black hair."
"Hi, Wendy," said Adelle in a deep, breathy voice.
"Well, come on in," Wendy answered uncertainly.
She allowed the threesome to step in past her, and shut the door after them. Adelle, whom Rudy found himself looking at more steadily than he was at anyone else, was even more fantastic as she stood inside the room. She had her back turned toward him, and the richly abundant hanging curtain of her black hair contrasted deliciously with her white granny dress. She seemed like a Tahitian maiden in a mother-Hubbard or a nightgown that she would be wearing to bed. He couldn't take his eyes off her, and his cock was hardening hugely in his groin as he thought of the things the granny dress concealed.
They introduced themselves to Rudy in the next few minutes, gathering around him as he stood sizing up Clayton and figuring how hard it might be to lick the man in a fight. Margie kept hanging onto Chet, wrapping her arms around his, but Rudy saw her eyes wander downwards from his face to the front of his pants, where his hard-on was obviously very visible. Rudy suddenly wanted to hide his hard-on, primarily because of the seriousness he felt as he thought of the work he would have to do on Chet Clayton before this visit was through.
Meanwhile, Chet had begun to talk at him. "Have you ever heard of the 'Children of the Light', Rudy?"
Wendy was standing nearby, and, as Chet talked, Lola and Joye entered from the store, wondering what was going on. Chet glanced at all of them, and took a handful of pamphlets out of his vest pocket.
Wendy shook her head, looking at the redheaded Chet.
"Well," he said, "we're a group of plain people, like yourselves I'll bet, who have collected themselves together to search for the Great Answer in the realm of the Psychic Plane." He handed Wendy a pamphlet, and Rudy saw the title: SEEKING JESUS IN THE HUMAN CIRCLE. He winced.
Joye stepped behind Rudy, coming to his other side, and whispered, "Just who the fuck is this?"
But Chet had heard it. He grinned. "Chet Clayton." He extended his hand past Rudy. Joye shook it perfunctorily. He proceeded to introduce Margie and Adelle again. Margie paid most of her attention to Lola, and Lola embraced Margie with what seemed to Rudy like more than the usual friendliness.
"Where's Paula?" asked Adelle.
Rudy had to think quickly. "She ... went for a walk, Chet ... She's living with another woman, down the road, and only visits Aunt Joye and the rest of us occasionally."
Chet's eyebrows went up. Adelle looked away.
"Oh, really?" Chet said. "That's nice. It's good she was able to find a place to live so quickly ... But would you tell her, next time you see her, that her old man's here?"
Joye shouldered in. "Sure, Chet, we'll let her know."
Chet smiled. He had perfect teeth, to go along with his splendid physique and his thoroughly confident manner. "Thanks a lot, Joye. I certainly do want to talk with my little Paula just one more time, to try and explain a few important things to her. We need her for our astral-awareness group."
There was a brief, unsteady pause, and then Joye offered to fix coffee and sandwiches for Chet and the girls. "It must've been a long, tiring drive for you people, up the canyon and all," she said, leading them into the kitchen.
However, before he sat down at the dinette table, Chet ordered Adelle to fetch his own tea and his food box from the Imperial, snapping his fingers to get her moving. Adelle nodded wordlessly, glanced for a split-second secretly at Rudy, and rushed outside like an obedient errand girl.
Sitting, Chet explained to the others. "You see, the laws of the 'eternal Mantra' of our order don't permit us to drink any stimulants or mind-altering substances. I'm sorry, but that rules out the coffee, Joye. Thanks anyway." It turned out, he and the two girls couldn't eat the ham sandwiches Joye had already begun preparing at the kitchen counter, either. All foods made with lard, eggs or milk were verboten to his diet, as were all meats, fish, and any kind of fowl. Joye stopped fixing the sandwiches, looking personally insulted. But Chet laughed it off. "Don't take it so hard," he said. "Soon, you and Rudy and the girls, and everyone else here in Townesville Center, will be coming around to our way of thinking. It's the only way you'll ever reach the Great Heavenly Beyond, where the Divine Mantra rules us all."
At this, Joye dropped her utensils in the sink with a resounding clatter, and stalked across into the bathroom.
Not in the least fazed, Chet brightened still more as Adelle came in through the front door, straining to close it as she lugged a giant cardboard box filled with plastic grain bags and glass jars. She almost dropped the box, and Rudy hurried to lend a hand. She sighed appreciatively when he helped her with the box, and Rudy unexpectedly felt the hot, sharp tip of one of her erect nipples press against him through the filmy, opaque material of her granny dress.
The touch of Adelle's tit aroused and delighted him. His boner lurched harder than ever, and he stayed close to Adelle all the way across to the kitchen, seeing the double faces of her buttocks flexing lower down, inside the dress. He realized with a thrill that the light, loose dress was the only garment of any kind which Adelle had on.
All at once, the plainly audible piping of Adora's voice-came thinly from the closed door of Joye's bedroom: "But I wanna see who else is out there, Mommy!" Rudy also heard Paula's distinct, whispered "You little fucker!" behind the door. Immediately, Chet's ears seemed to perk up, and he rose to his feet, leaving the kitchen and heading for the hallway.
"Paula? Adora?" he called. "Are you in there?"
Rudy raced to keep up with him. Joye came out of the bathroom and stood in the hallway entrance, trying to block Chet's way. But Chet just charged through like a fullback, his jaw looking set, his arms swinging at his sides. To Rudy, who was standing behind the taller man, it seemed that all the suavity and charm had gone out of Chet in an instant. From the look on Joye's face, she also feared the worst.
Chet threw open the bedroom door and walked inside.
"Chet ... !" said Paula, holding the girl in her arms.
"Paula darling!" came Chet's astonishingly happy voice. "Baby, I thought I was dreaming! So it really is you! My God, you've never looked so wonderful. I'm so glad to see you!"
Joye and Rudy exchanged confused glances in the hall.
Chet was picking up Adora and hoisting her in his hands playfully. "And Adora! My, my ... I never realized, until just now, how very much I love my little pumpkin. Come to Daddy, darling ... Wheel" He tossed her up, and caught her.
Adora, hand in her mouth and eyes wide, giggled gleefully.
"What a charming, pleasant surprise," Chet beamed, carrying Adora from the bedroom, with his other arm wrapped around a perplexed-looking Paula. She sneaked a glance at Rudy when she passed him, an "I-don't-know" written across her features.
"Well, come on, everybody!" said Chet in his-best party voice. "Since we all seem to be together now, let's have an early midday dinner, Mantra-style, and I'll show you what can be done with foods cooked the natural way!"
For the next three hours, while Wendy and Lola and the others watched, Chet unpacked his cardboard box on the dinette table, unloading a plethora of bizarre foods in jars and plastic sacks, lining up nuts, honey, lentils, noodles and some unrecognizable, green, grainy substance which nobody could name, and taking out his own cooking pans. "Made out of nickel-plated iron," he said, showing Joye the dull-gray, unsanitary-looking cookware, which was lined with thorough coatings of tar-like, burnt-on substances. "Nickel is the only metal blessed by the Divine Spirit," he explained loudly.
He kept up a continual, running monologue on the vagaries of the 'Children of Light' and their various precepts as he worked, and, when he wasn't looking at Paula, she crossed the room and joined Rudy on the convertible sofa, where he had retreated to figure out exactly how he was going to handle the overpoweringly confident opposition.
"I don't understand him!" he grunted, looking at his hands.
Paula shook her head. "Me neither. I was sure, if he saw me, he'd beat my brains out and haul me away from here by my hair. And what does he do? Grin and laugh and treat it all like a great big game, and start fixing early dinner!"
"But, what the fuck'll we do?"
"Wait, I guess...."
"Wait, and see what he does next?!"
She nodded.
For the rest of that afternoon, Chet continued to dominate everything and everyone around him. He served bowlfuls of impossible casserole to Joye, Paula, the girls and Rudy, but to their surprise the beans, noodles, mushrooms and pinkish-gray sauce made a delicious combination. Leaving the kitchen in a state of total disarray, and a table loaded with dirty, forgotten bowls, glasses, dishes and silverware, he and his two granny-dressed followers retired to the living room and took up positions on the hooked rug, sitting cross-legged and putting their hands behind their heads. They proceeded to hum and rattle Hindu phrases to themselves, carrying on with the mumblings and hummings for the next hour-and-a-half. Finally, Joye met Rudy in the kitchen and said, "Christ, I don't think I can stand those three freaks much longer! If we don't do something, I'm going to go out of my mind!"
She left the house and went back to the store, taking Lola with her, and, on her way out, she asked Rudy and Wendy to help each other clean up the mess in the kitchen which Chet and his helpmates had cluttered up so blithely. Paula volunteered her services in the kitchen as well, and, meanwhile, Chet and the other girls continued with their singing and meditation as though the outside world had disappeared.
Later, taking a break from drying pots and pans to go to the bathroom, Rudy walked in front of Adelle and Margie in the living room and stopped for a moment, staring. The girls, having assumed Lotus positions, were sitting with their loose-fitting dresses gathered up around their waists and both their groins fully exposed inside their crossed thighs. Adelle's heavily upholstered, brunette cunt glistened with its-bright-pink slit showing in the middle, while Margie's was a far more prominent bulge of thinner, paler hair with two great, wrinkled, inner labia hanging out of the slot.
He stared, and figured correctly that it was all right with the girls. Their eyes were closed, and they apparently couldn't have cared less who was looking at their privates.
Rudy went into the bathroom and was required to beat his meat for a long, languorous moment over the toilet, in order to get rid of his painfully throbbing, russet hard-on. He closed his own eyes and saw those sweet, lovely, eatable cunts again in his mind, as his hands imitated the sucking muscle-motions of a cunt on his dong's blood-glutted girth. When he finally came, and his pearly semen spouted from the mouth of his boner to plop in the water filling the bowl, he thought, What a waste! At this moment, he would've greatly preferred to shoot a gush of this stuff into each of those cunts, just to see the expressions change on the girls' faces.
That night was just as strange as the daytime had been. Still running things, Chet decided he and the girls would sleep on the floor in the living room, and at his orders Adelle arranged the sleeping bags from the Imperial's trunk, while Chet held hands with Margie, and Rudy and Paula watched from the convertible sofa.
"Ahh, this wonderful mountain air!" Chet inhaled like an athlete, standing and stretching out his arms. "Friends, I think I'd like to go on a hike tomorrow morning, to commune with Nature and seek out the perfection of the Mantra."
"Do you want us to go with you?" asked Margie, adoringly.
But Chet shook his head. "No, darlings, I want you and Adelle to stay here with Rudy and Paula." Exhaling hugely, he sat down on his sleeping bag and let a distant look come into his eyes. "What I would like to do," he said, "is take Aunt Joye and her daughters with me, into the woods. They seem like beautiful people, and I want to give them my message of peace and fulfillment, out where the forests can help it me.
"That's a wonderful idea!" said Paula unexpectedly.
Rudy looked at her, unable to understand why she would approve of allowing Chet to force his insane single-mindedness on their aunt and cousins. "What?" he said, incredulously.
But she shushed him quickly. "I'll explain in the morning," she said, and then she smiled once again at Chet.
Early the next morning, just as the dawn was beginning to lighten the sky behind the Sierra's gray crags to the east of Joye's Country Store, Rudy woke up with a start in the convertible sofa and realized he was alone. He sat up amidst the tousled covers and saw Chet and the two girls still snoozing in their sleeping bags on the hooked rug. But Paula was nowhere to be seen, and he began to worry.
Then, he heard faint, secretive bustlings and whispers inside Joye's room. Somebody was opening Joye's closets and rummaging about inside. Rudy tried to make out the whispers, but it was impossible with the door closed on the hallway. He heard Paula's light giggle, and something else clicking and closing, a mechanism of some sort. Joye and Lola whispered together, and then all three of them giggled among themselves.
Filled with confusion, Rudy lay back again on his bed and grinned privately to the ceiling. Paula obviously had a plan. That was the only explanation he could think of. From somewhere in his sister's devious little mind, she'd managed to cook up a way to sabotage Chet Clayton before he could even get a toehold on Rudy and his cousins! Rudy almost laughed out loud in the living room, but then he thought the better of it and stayed very still, realizing that he'd better not awaken Chet and the girls too soon....
When Chet, Adelle and Margie finally did wake up, Paula was already in the kitchen with Joye, both of them in bathrobes, busily getting coffee on and talking about today's excursion in the woods with Chet. He overheard them, and jumped to his feet in his shorts, yanking on his boots and jeans and vest.
"So, Paula told you about my plan to see the forest, did she?" he said, striding over to Joye.
"Yes," Joye nodded. "And I think it's a perfect day today for a hike. I've talked it over with Lola, and she's getting ready right now, in the bedroom. And I'm sure Wendy'll love to come along, too, to sort of act as a guide."
Chet clapped his hands together and grinned. "Fine! Fine!"
During the time Chet was with Joye and Paula in the kitchen, Adelle rubbed the sleep from her eyes and crawled from her sleeping bag, standing up quickly near Rudy and letting her granny-dress, which she hadn't taken off last night, drape back ' down and cover her long, perfect legs. Yawning, she walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
Almost immediately, Rudy saw Lola come out of Joye's bedroom, wearing blue jeans, a sweatshirt, and hiking boots. She glanced at Rudy and winked, which surprised him, and then she went into the bathroom too, shutting the door behind her.
Breakfast, this morning, was a short, simple affair, with Chet and his two girls eating granola out of plastic sacks which had been taken from the cardboard box. Wearing their bathrobes and night clothes, Paula, Rudy, Adora and Chet's girls sat at the table, while Joye and her daughters drank their coffee at the counter, dressed in boots and hiking outfits. Lola kept whispering asides to Wendy while they stood together, and Wendy's smile became wider and wider. But when Chet looked toward her, the smile disappeared.
Finally, it was time for Chet and the Burnetts to be leaving. "I think we'll take the Summit Mountain trail," Joye said to Chet, and she showed him a map of the local region.
"Does it take us far away into the woods?" he asked.
She nodded. "Yes, we'll be miles away from anybody."
"Great!" he grinned. Turning before he departed, Chet looked at Margie and Adelle. "Be good girls while I'm gone, now," he said, surprisingly stem. "You know...."
"Yeah, we know," Margie answered.
As soon as the others had left, Paula excused herself and went into Joye's bedroom. Adelle and Margie only watched her with half an eye, keeping most of their attention on Rudy at the table. Adora went into the living room and waited by the hallway entrance, looking now and then at the bedroom door, which' Paula had closed behind herself.
Alone with Chet's girls, Rudy glanced pleasantly at each of them, noticing despite himself how prominently both pairs of their breasts showed through the thin granny dresses. The points of Adelle's tits were the most visible of all, their hardened, erect points jutting upwards in the thin material.
Rudy began making light conversation with the girls, discussing the granola and mentioning how good it tasted, and going on from there to ask what their impressions had been so far, of Pine Lake and the village.
Adelle reacted by praising what she'd seen so far of the area around the lake, expressing her enchantment at the glorious scenery, the trees around Townesville Center, the rocks and the clear, sun-bright sky with its towering, white clouds. Then Rudy guided the talk toward the girls themselves, and their relationship with Chet Clayton. How long had they known him, and how long had they been living with him?
"Oh, it's only been a few months, I guess," smiled Margie.
Rudy paused. "Do you love him?"
"Of course. He's our leader, morally and spiritually, and the next most important man in our lives to the great Guru himself. He's shown both of us the way to inner happiness."
"Not what I meant," Rudy corrected himself, "is, do you ever ... you know ... make love, physically, with him?"
At this, Margie looked positively shocked.
Leaning toward Rudy, Adelle explained. "You see, the laws of the Divine Mantra forbid anyone among us to actually make love with one another. To us, sex is part of the great animal force known as 'maya', which tempts us to give up our search for perfection On the astral plane in favor of bodily pleasure."
Rudy snorted. "Do you believe that?!"
"Sure we believe it!" said Margie. "We have to believe it!"
Rudy waited a long moment before asking his next question. "If you weren't a member of the 'Children of the Light', Adelle," he said, focusing his eyes directly on her large, moist, dark ones, "would you make love to Chet?"
Adelle took a breath, her breasts rising and falling inside the cloth of her dress. She returned Rudy's concentrated look full-force. Finally she said, "I don't know...."
Rudy braced himself. "Would you make love to me?"
Adelle smiled.
"Yes."
"Adelle!" Margie blurted.
Just then, Paula emerged from Joye's bedroom, dressed in jeans, boots, and a jacket. She was carrying a camera case, the strap draped over one shoulder, and she grinned toward Rudy and the girls at the other end of the room.
"Where are you going, Paula?" Rudy asked casually.
"Oh," she replied, "I thought I'd take Adora over to Julia Hooper's for the day. I'll probably see you and the others later on, after Chet gets back from his hike."
"All right," said Rudy, knowing something else was going on, but unable to figure out what it might be. He watched Paula lead Adora to the front door. She took the camera case from her shoulder and handed it to the child. "Here are your toys," she said. "And remember not to leave them at Aunt Julia's, like you did before. They'll get lost."
"Okay, Mommy," said Adora in an uncertain tone.
Rudy saw Margie smiling as she watched Paula lead Adora out the door. "Isn't that cute," said Margie maternally, and Rudy sat back smugly, knowing that the plot was working well.
The midmorning sun had risen very high in the sky, over the upper-altitude valleys along the Summit Mountain trail. Walking in the lead, with her long, silky-brown hair draping in an attractive fall down the middle of her back, Joye seemed to be hiking unusually slowly today, as though she wanted to kill time. She pointed out wildflowers for Chet's benefit, and stopped at bends in the trail to stretch and take deep breaths of the mountain air, and, behind her, Lola and Chet and Wendy were required to stop too, along the narrow dirt pathway through the underbrush, to wait for her to proceed.
Walking on again, Joye laughed to herself, hiding her humor from the others. It was all going to be so easy! You didn't spend twenty-odd years running a country store and dealing with people, without becoming a good judge of character.
And she had sized up Chet pretty quickly as being starved and insecure behind his mask of overblown confidence. To her, Chet seemed a man deprived of the joys of sex, trying to retain his position as moral leader and taking out his thwarted sexual instincts by proselytizing his religion to anyone who would put up with him. He was doing it right here on the trail, chattering continuously between Lola and Wendy about their obligations to Nature and the Divine Mantra, and telling the girls that they were misusing their bodies by eating the wrong foods and not wearing loose enough clothes.
What he needs is a flood fuck, Joye thought inwardly, grinning to herself at the idea. And today, in these woods, it would be a simple matter to give him an opportunity.
Suddenly, as the four of them entered a delightfully secluded section of the trail under a stand of dark-boughed, Lodgepole pines, Joye signaled for everyone to take a break. "Ahh, that's a good idea," said Chet, coming closer to Joye under the shade of the trees, where heavy walls of shrubbery surrounded the clearing on all sides.
"Gosh, it's getting hot in that sunlight," Wendy said without warning, standing very close where Chet could see her. She pulled her sweatshirt off over her head, tugging her arms out of the sleeves and pulling her long blonde hair through the collar hole. Chet stared at her while she tied the sleeves of the shirt around her waistline, stripped to the waist, her naked breasts looming forward in front of him in stark, pink, soft, nipple-tipped grandeur.
Chet took his eyes away from Wendy, nervously.
"Uhh...." he faltered, "as I was saying about living within the precepts of the Divine Pattern of Life...."
"My nipples are hard," Wendy observed, pinching her tits.
"Uhh...."
Sitting nearby, Joye listened for the sounds of someone else coming up the trail. But she didn't hear anything. She glanced around herself at the copses of trees and undergrowth. Not very far from here, she thought, was the spot where, several years ago, she had watched Paula seduce her younger brother by having him look at her cunt, behind a scraggly bush.
"Boy, these jeans sure get scratchy after awhile," said Lola, standing in front of Chet Clayton. She quickly undid them and shucked them off, stepping out of the pants and airing the bottom half of her body gratefully, dressed only in hiking boots and a sweatshirt. She bent over to pick up the jeans off the ground, and accidentally-on-purpose showed her entire, large, sleekly rounded posterior to Chet.
Bent fully over, Lola flexed her cunt inside-out.
Chet began to freak. "My God! Lola! What're you doing? !"
She closed her cunt, straightened, and looked blandly at him over her shoulder. "Oh ... excuse me, darling."
"Jesus Christ, you're throwing maya' right in my face!"
"I said I was sorry," Lola turned, glaring at him.
Wendy leaned over Chet's lap, and grabbed at the rising bulge which had begun to show prominently in his pants, encircling it with her fingers through the bulky denim.
"My, you're getting a whang-on there," she said softly.
He stiffened, and twisted away, standing to his feet.
"Leave me alone," he said, his voice trembling.
Lola, her lower half naked, and Wendy, her upper half equally exposed, looked silently at him with hurt expressions on their faces. As she looked, Lola absently massaged her crotch with one hand, making repeated, little, juicy noises.
Wendy smiled. "You do like us, don't you?"
Chet was finding it hard to control himself. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, and moved his gaze from Lola's bare, tapered thighs and belly and the dark bush between, to Wendy's jaunty, full fleshed, pointed breasts, and back again.
"Don't we attract you, just a little bit?" said Lola. "I mean, what can it hurt for you to be attracted to us, out here in the wilderness? Nobody would ever know that we had made love, the three of us, all here ... alone...."
He broke out in a premature sweat, and the bulge in his pants twitched and grew visibly longer, and thicker.
"We want to do it with you," said Wendy, moving-closer.
His eyes had been glued to their marvelously available bodies, but now he turned them away, exerting all his moral strength to do it, and looked toward Joye in the background. His eyes widened, and his whole facial expression changed as he realized that Joye was gone. He stared for a moment at the place where she had been sitting, and then he returned his eyes to the far-more-delectable vision of Lola and Wendy.
Lola saw the uneasiness vanishing from Chet's features and laughed gently. "Relax," she said, and approached him, her moistening cunt squishing over and over between her thighs.
"Mama's probably gone to do a little chore behind the bushes," Wendy pointed out, and the two brilliant points on the ends of her round breasts grew larger with excitement.
"Could you love us?" asked Lola, reaching for Chet.
He let his lips and eyes soften into a sort of smile. "Of course I could...." he breathed.
"Well, I've loved you from the first moment I saw you," Lola responded huskily, wrapping her arms around him, the hard-ended cones of her nipples pressing like two buttons of fire into his chest as she caressed him. "I was hot for you all last night, and couldn't do anything. All I did was dream of today, and being able to hike with you into the woods...." Opening her mouth amazingly wide, she thrust out her broad wet tongue and fastened herself onto Chet with such violent amorousness that he was left defenseless for a while, not knowing what to do with his hands. At last he placed them across the smooth, clean skin of her buttocks, bringing his fingers almost together in Lola's deep, warm crevice.
Only Lola's sweatshirt separated him from the firmness of the rest of her body, and Chet brought his hands upward under the knitted waistband to feel her tender, warm back, and slowly sought around to her belly to feel under her bulging, projecting breasts where her flesh was warmest.
Lola groaned, grunted and writhed, kissing him, her breath bursting around his face from her nostrils, her long auburn hair falling past her cheeks in scented strands like a shimmering sheath. Her eyes were closed, and in her onrushing fervor she hoisted one leg and tried to wrap it around Chet's hip, stretching her cunt open wetly underneath her. A trickle of early lubricant ran down the leg of his jeans as her bulging cunt squished apart next to the denim.
Chet became engulfed in Lola, enveloped on every side in the blossoming erotica of this exquisite moment. Trees, sunlight, ground and mountains were forgotten as he fixed every bit of his concentration on Lola and her flexing mouth.
When they finally parted lips, he studied her open mg eyes, looking as deep as he could into them. Although he didn't understand the least of what he saw, it didn't bother him. Joye was gone and he had time on his hands, and these two females made Margie and Adelle seem like amateurs.
"You know what I want?" he breathed, staring at her.
"What?"
"Could you sit on my face?" he half-whispered. "I know it sounds silly, but it's the only thing that gets me homier than anything else, just dreaming about it sometimes."
Boy, you sure aren't very saintly after all, thought Lola, and nodded. "Sure, I'll sit on your face, lover...."
Chet was beside himself with elation. "Man, oh man," he inhaled, holding onto her. "I'd never dare ask Adelle or Margie to do that, or even Paula ... not in front of my friends, anyway. They'd never understand...."
Wendy was stepping toward the two of them, her bulging, naked breasts leading the way. "Hey, man," she said, "you've been far too uptight for far too long, you know? You gotta let yourself hang loose every once in a while." While her sister still embraced him, Wendy got between them to undo his pants and slip them downwards. Chet stepped out of them without looking, kicking them away, and Wendy saw the giant, hardened shaft of his cock, not nearly as large as Rudy's, jutting upward next to Lola's smooth, curving belly.
Next, Lola led him into the center of the clearing, where the pine needles and fallen twigs were smoothest. There, she helped him lie down on his back, pulling the sharper twigs out so he would be comfortable. He gazed up at her, covered with sweat and with his eyes wide-open, looking for all the world like any other ordinary, masculine lecher.
"C'mon, baby, squat it," he gestured eagerly.
"Right away...." Lola positioned herself, facing his boner and bringing the oversized, naked shelf of her bottom downwards above his face. He slobbered under it, greedily.
"Do that thing you did before, with your cunt."
"UHHHH...."
Over his mouth, her cunt burst apart wetly, the inner membranes widening incredibly and oozing juice in droplets. Each new membrane squished as it popped open and stretched away from the opening center of the cunt, and in a few seconds Chet was peering at her slit's very core, where her vagina gaped hollowly, her pee-hole puckered, and her clit elongated outwards like a plug-ended shaft of elastic meat.
"Ahhhh...."
Grunting, she made her cunt move downward until it covered his face, and she could feel his tongue start exploring her internal glands and tissues like a little slippery eel that burned with passion, tracing patterns in her snatch.
At the same time, Wendy had discarded her own pants on the nearby ground and was presently hunkering over Chet's uncovered loins, preparing to suck his crank for him. She crouched, bent forward, her breasts descending until they pushed into his hairy thighs, and fitted her lips around his cock's thick, reddish tower. Chet groaned, embedded in Lola's beaver, her hair all around his chin, and flexed Iris pelvic muscles to jut his boner higher and higher into Wendy's surrounding gullet. She clutched his torso with her hands, swallowing as much of him as she could. She felt the rounded helmet-like end of his prong battering her glottis at the back of her throat, and she distended her throat to allow the cock freer entrance into further-inward regions of her body.
Lola was going wild with sexual fever. However religious this bastard is, she thought in her throes of passion, he never learned to lick snatch like this in a church! The tongue that reamed the wrinkles of her pussy did it so delicately, with such delicious precision, that she could barely feel the tongue itself, only its incredible feathery, wet touch in her.
Chet was also being overwhelmed by his feelings. As the reservoir of jism collected like waiting lava in his glands, he was forced by his impending orgasm to lick the blossoming cunt which kissed his face faster and faster, as he struggled for breath beneath the clinging membranes. He grunted, twisted, strained and moaned under Lola's bottom, hoisting his pelvis again and again automatically, flexing the powerful muscles.
Suddenly Lola experienced an orgasm of such force that it froze her like a squatting statue, her breath erupting in little, sharp bursts while other bursts of her richly scented, sticky girl-come flowed as freely as rivers from her cunt. A moment later, Wendy pulled her mouth away from Chet's boner and hunched her body forward, pushing her naked breasts around Lola's lowered head as she fitted the towering prong below into her slobbering sheath with her fingers. Feeling the shaft push in past her stretched, elastic vaginal ring, Wendy brought her body downward until she had taken all of his boner inside herself, the fat round plug filling up her orifice hotly and making her gulp with the fullness in her belly.
All at once, Chet raised his hands and pushed Lola's bottom upwards off his face for a moment, making her remove her gaping, purse-like snatch from his cheeks so that he was able to look down his torso at Wendy, who squatted with her legs wide apart, her hole plugged onto his pecker's dark girth.
He gathered himself, taking a deep, nervous breath.
"Girls," he grunted, breathing, "before we do any more, I want you to promise me something...."
"What, darling?" said Wendy deeply.
"Promise you won't tell a soul what's happened here today. Not even your mother. Nobody! ... This has got to be our secret, between you two and myself...."
"We promise," Wendy smiled, sitting on his hot shaft.
He became very tense. "If you so much as whisper a word of this to anyone else, I swear I'll make you regret it!"
Are you threatening us, you hypocritical motherfucker? Lola's mind raged inwardly as she crouched above him, looking through her legs at his lubricant plastered face. But she kept this thought to herself, and simply echoed Wendy's bland, reassuring smile. "I promise we won't breathe a word," she said.
"Thanks...."
Lola felt him yank her back downwards onto his face again, holding her by the hips as she reopened her cunt against him and thrust the inner tissues out wide to cover his cheeks. Wendy, meanwhile, started lifting and lowering her sheath on his crank with regular movements while she massaged the meaty cylinder with her vaginal muscles to draw his waiting semen slowly upwards inside the roots of his organ.
But while they fucked, neither of the girls had their minds on what was happening underneath their bottoms. Instead, they both scanned the surrounding greenery for signs of Joye and Paula, wondering if either one was out there or not, hiding and watching from behind the bushes. Now more than ever, they hoped that Paula's plan to destroy Chet in front of Adelle and Margie was working according to schedule.
...And it was.
The vantage point Joye had chosen was perfect. In the movie camera's viewfinder, Paula had a clear, unobstructed vista of Chet's horizontal body on the clearing beyond the leaves, the point of his red goatee showing unmistakably under Lola's widespread thighs and broadly-distended snatch, the tube of his curving, plunging cock plainly visible as it surged into and sucked out of Wendy's rimless, circular vagina. Wendy's ass cheeks had bulged open in back, revealing her mouth-like asshole just above the spot where Chet's crank was plugged thickly into her socket.
"Are you getting it?" whispered Joye in Paula's ear.
"Every fuckin' bit of it, thanks to your camera."
"It's a good thing I just bought more color movie film to stock in the store." Joye leaned closer, watching her daughters bringing Chet to his orgasm beyond the shrubbery.
Wendy rose and sank again and again on Chet's plugger, feeling the mighty rod fill her repeatedly. Its front side rubbing across her lust-hardened clit made ripples of chilling excitement tingle flashing up and down her spine like fire.
Chet worked his mouth all around within Lola's stretched cunt, wrapping his lips over every wet, warm membrane and pulling at her stiffened clit to make her grunt and squirm and douse his face with her fluid. In the camera's lens, Paula saw his goatee move around with his chin, under Lola.
At last he started coming. His whole body lurched and pounded, hips rising, boner jamming into Wendy full-force. "Uhhhh ... UHHHHHU ... ork, uk, uk, ik, ik...."
He never heard the mechanical whirring behind the bushes.
"Well, I think we've shot him down in flames," said Joye gleefully, glad apparently to be rid of the problem of Chet. "When his two female cronies get a load of this...."
"I'm not too proud to cheer a little," Paula smiled, still working the camera. "But it does seem a shame. There's nothing crueler, you know," she sighed, "than blackmail...."
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was late in the afternoon, and Rudy was in the shower. He stood in the rushing, steamy water and let it wash down over him refreshingly, the steam rising into his nose to clear the garden dirt out of his nostrils as the shower began cleaning the grit and dust off his body.
Instead of reducing his hard-on, the water only seemed to increase it all the more, until his organ stood far out in front of him like a brilliant, slick obelisk, heavily veined and dome-tipped, almost touching .-the shower wall. He thought of the two girls, Margie and Adelle, and how they had looked in the sunlight,-earlier, working with him in Joye's garden, gathering vegetables for tonight's dinner. He particularly enjoyed the memory of Adelle, bending over near him in her filmy granny dress, showing him the huge twin shapes of her oval buttocks with the deep crack separating them, the rounded cheeks looming blatantly through the thin white dress.
"Ahh, Adelle...." he grinned, reaching for the soap.
She had made doe-eyes at him all day, ever since the morning when the others had left, followed shortly thereafter by Paula and Adora. Alone in the cabin with Rudy, Adelle had tried constantly to stay near him, taking every opportunity she could to have her body brush against his, while Margie looked on with what seemed like very mixed feelings of desire and resistance. Once or twice, Margie herself had gotten quite close to Rudy in the kitchen and the living room, but the touch of her body had never been as intimate as Adelle's.
Now, Rudy thought as he began scrubbing with the soap, the girls were in the kitchen together, preparing the onions, tomatoes, peas, radishes and parsnips from Joye's garden for the dinner, using the methods Chet had drilled them in. He laughed to himself. A crazy business, this semi-religion that requires people to eat, sleep, think and live a certain way.
But suddenly, from inside the shower's pulled plastic curtain, Rudy heard the bathroom door open slowly and saw a strange figure enter the bathroom, a shape appearing slim and pinkish and disjointed behind the intervening plastic. A second figure entered, and the bathroom door was closed as quietly as it had been opened.
Feeling abruptly vulnerable, Rudy put aside the soap and stood in the warm, rushing water, wondering what could be happening in the bathroom outside his shower. He seemed to hear a muffled whisper and a high, girlish giggle, and his mind struggled to identify the sounds and their meaning. He stiffened, naked, thinking what Adelle and Margie might want.
He didn't have long to wait, before Adelle surprised him by pulling the shower curtain aside to reveal herself and Margie, who stood an inch or two behind her, both of them stark-naked with their cunts showing hairily in full view between the full fleshiness of their thighs. Adelle smiled.
"We made up our minds," Margie said softly.
Adelle nodded. "We want to get fucked, in the shower."
Rudy stared at them, as the girls, as if taking an unspoken cue, climbed into the shower stall and closed the curtain behind them, bringing their bodies into such a tight space within the stall that they couldn't help pressing their naked pointed breasts and round soft bellies against Rudy. The shower water hit them, soaking their hair into wet, mousy brown and jet-black streamers around their faces.
He took a breath, pressing against their bodies. "But what about your old man?" he said. "Aren't you running an awful risk that he'll catch you in here, if he comes hack with Joye and the others pretty soon?"
Margie hiccupped and put her hand over her mouth. A cloud of beery breath surrounded Rudy. "Have you been drinking?" he said, finding it hard to suppress a laugh at her expression.
She nodded limply.
"We're sinning it up big," Adelle grinned. 'I've raided your aunt's refrigerator, and had a few quick beers to buck up our spirits for this raid on you in the shower."
.. Sure tasted good," Margie hiccupped.
Immediately, she squirmed in between Adelle and Rudy, pushing their bellies away from one another to make room. Kneeling in the rushing water, she brought her face close to Rudy's hard-on and clutched the thick, dark shaft with her hands. Rudy looked down with Adelle at her, and Adelle straddled her legs over Margie's head, pressing her cunt into Margie's hair in the confinement of the shower stall.
Margie said, "Hhhmmmmmm...." deliciously, and opened her mouth. She wrapped her lips around Rudy's hot prong, and started to. swallow the mammoth organ into her gullet with tender but irresistible suctions of her tongue and throat. Rudy quivered, feeling Margie gobble him, and Adelle giggled once more as she looked under herself at the sight.
Then, Adelle pressed further forward over Margie and wrapped her arms around Rudy. She raised her head towards his and sucked onto his mouth in a kiss filled with all the pent-up passions and lusts which Rudy had known were lurking just under the surface of this girl ever since she arrived yesterday at Townesville Center. Breathing heavily in the onrush of steamy shower water, she surrounded his hot lips with hers, mingling heat with heat until both of them fell into a mutual spasm of clutching, secret tonguing, body thrusting, and groaning in the fervor of their embrace.
Legs Spread and braced on the shower floor, Adelle lurched her pelvis back and forth several times atop Margie, moving her wide-open cunt through Margie's hair again and again while she kissed Rudy, until Margie felt the bone-hard knob of Adelle's clit emerging from the cunt's envelope to rub against her scalp like a burning-hot point of stiff rubber.
Rudy also grunted, feeling himself attached at two separate places to two different girls, one mouth engulfing and pumping his rock-solid cock, another mouth reaming the spit and the breath from his own mouth in convulsions of unbridled animal fulfillment. He sensed the swift rising of his semen in his abdomen, the sticky juice of life swirling through his internal glands, collecting in pockets of flesh at the roots of his pecker, waiting to be shot through his tube of expanded, intoxicated flesh like gunshots from a giant pink cannon.
"UHHH ... UHHH. ... Ooooooo...." Margie went, sitting and writhing on the floor in her first furious orgasm. Her head bumped up a number of times between Adelle's legs, and, in a chain reaction, Adelle also spasmed, uttering feverish snorts, grunts and yelps as she took her lips away from Rudy.
"Oh, God, I never knew it could be so good ...!
"There's a lot you don't know," Rudy laughed, holding onto her and watching her finish spasming orgasmically. Then he gave a lurch himself. Uhh ... I think you'd better get on me, baby, if you want to go the rest of the way ... "
"-Yeah," Adelle breathed.
Margie had released her mouth from his organ by this time, as more orgasms continued to seize her, and now Adelle fingered his crank in the shower's running spray and began to fit its gigantic girth into the cavity of her vulva, feeling the huge, round tip as it explored the area between her legs, over Margie's face, and finally punctured the ring-like opening leading into her deepest tunnels of emptiness.
"Oh ... Jesus...." Margie said, sitting underneath and gazing up at the mammoth shaft which, only a few inches above her, started to move slowly into the widening, gaping, distending, circular mouth of Adelle's plugged-tight vagina. "It's a horse bologna going into a great big cow-hole!" Margie gasped. "Sweet Christ, it's the most fantastic thing-!"
"UURRRGGHHH!!" said Adelle.
Rudy guided her onto him by the hips, holding her steady, his fingers digging into her flesh. He kneaded her "love-handles" deliciously, feeling her body surrounding his boner, and she reacted by massaging his buried crank with powerful, ring-like suction muscles inside the depths of her sheath.
"You're plugging me up!" she swallowed.
"He sure is!" echoed Margie from below.
"Ahhh...." said Rudy, until he felt Adelle's clit reach his belly and press against it, her pelvis thrusting all the way forward, her sheath having consumed every inch of his boner's incredible, hardened massiveness.
He and Adelle spent the next few seconds just standing together in the shower, looking into each other s eyes while their bodies remained connected internally by Rudy's enormous pipe. Then they slowly began their in-and-out motions, moving together and apart in perfect synchronization in order to make the organ slide forward and backward, over and over, through her slick, stretched, cylindrical orifice. Even under the loud spray of the shower, all three could plainly hear the steady slurping and gushing noises of their fucking.
Under Adelle's thighs, Margie rotated on the floor and lifted her head upwards into the spot where Rudy's organ ran in and out of Adelle's round opening: She stuck out her tongue and proceeded to lick up mouthfuls of shower water and come-mucus that drooled off Adelle's enlarged cunt lips. Then, she rose still more and widened her mouth, her head bent almost all the way backwards, and sucked fully onto the moving shaft with her mouth, covering the slipping, sliding piston with her hot tongue and lips and encircling Adelle's burning hymenal tube. Both Rudy and Adelle felt Margie's mouth on their organs, and this additional fillip of feeling added all the fire to the fuck that was needed to bring all three of them to the climax of the most soul-rending orgasm of all.
"Urrrrggghhh-mmmmmmm-UHH!!" went Margie, mouth open.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!!" grunted Adelle.
"I'm ... gone!" Rudy answered, grabbing her tight and jamming his rod fully into her core with every hit of force he could muster. She spasmed, jolted and uttered happy little screams as he pierced her, overflowing with juice from her cunt glands, and he felt the shivering ripples run up and down her vagina around his boner. As for himself, he was already feeling the steady gushes of semen coursing out along his organ, entering her fundament, filling her up steamily.
Somewhere between the first and second gushes of his expulsion, as-his mind whirled in the special fantasyland of a full-blooded orgasm, Rudy sensed that he and the two girls weren't alone in Joye's cabin any longer.
Someone outside the bathroom was walking around, going from one room to another, opening bedroom doors. Rudy sent several more gushes deep into Adelle, feeling her squirm and tremble against his belly in her own responding spend, and an icy coldness came into his euphoria more strongly every second, while suddenly the bathroom door opened and a man's voice said, "Hello, are you in there, Margie? Adelle?"
It was Chet Clayton's voice.
"OH GOD!!" screamed Margie, trying to rise underneath Rudy and Adelle. Adelle gasped as Margie pushed loose past her, forcing her vagina to suck loose of Rudy's thrusting boner in the middle of yet another gushing eruption.
Two heartbeats later, Chet ripped open the curtain.
During the rest of that evening, through supper and the hours that followed before bedtime, Rudy and Chet's two girls were very quiet indeed. Chet had showed up just at sunset, with Joye and her two daughters, but Paula didn't arrive with Adora and the camera case until some time afterwards.
Sometime during the evening, someone told Paula what had happened when Chet came back with the others. She came over to Rudy and asked him about the incident, but he wasn't able to tell her very much, because Chet hadn't done anything at all, except stare for a while at him and Adelle and Margie in the shower, with sort of a hurt look on his face.
Neither Paula and Rudy, nor Adelle and Margie, could comprehend in the least what was going on inside Chet Clayton's mind that night. He acted cool and reserved, but still with his usual friendliness. After Rudy and the girls had gotten out of the shower, he took off his own clothes, which were surprisingly dirty, especially on the back, and got into the shower himself to clean up for supper.
Later, he put his arms around Adelle and Margie, and smiled. "Girls will be girls," he said. "Sometimes, you just have to expect them to have their little flings. And don't worry your little heads about it, darlings ... the Divine Mantra will forgive you, as soon as you give up 'maya'...."
Where the fuck teas his anger? Rudy thought that night, lying in the convertible sofa next to Paula. How can you fight a man who just smiles at you?
"Plow are we going to get rid of that guy?" he whispered, turning to look toward his sister in the darkness.
She lay breathing beside him, looking at the ceiling.
"It's all taken care of," she said softly.
"What?" He almost sat up.
She cuddled against him, pressing him with her warm hip. "Wait till tomorrow night," she whispered. "You'll see."
Rudy spent the night and the following day in a constant state of tension from waiting, unable to forget what Paula had whispered, and wondering what had gone on during the hike in the mountains. By early evening, he had lost his appetite from nervousness, and couldn't touch the vegetarian food which Chet and his girls presented for supper.
Throughout the day, Rudy detected signs that Chet was harboring a deep-seated grudge against him, and Rudy took a somewhat unnerving delight in seeing Chet's expression each time Chet looked at him in the cabin, as though he welcomed an opportunity to finally have it out with his enemy.
Then, after the dinner plates had been cleared away, Chet approached Rudy and put an arm around his shoulders, leading him off from the rest of the group. "Hey, old buddy," Chet said in his best man-to-man voice, "what do you say, we go down the road to that little beer bar in the center of town, and I'll buy us a coupla rounds, for old time's sake."
Rudy exchanged glances with the taller man, and smiled.
"I'd be glad to," he said, feeling suddenly very frightened.
Chet slapped his back resoundingly, and started leading Rudy towards the door. Just then, the doorbell rang, and Chet answered it, finding a middle-aged man who was standing outside in the waning light of the sunset with a package in his hand.
"Uhh, this is for Joye Burnett," the man said.
Not wanting to waste time, Chet kept his arm around Rudy and turned to call behind him, "Package for you, Joye!"
She rushed forward from the kitchen.
"Hello, Mr. Hooper," she said, and took the package as though it were filled with rare jewels. "Thanks ,.. thanks an awful lot. Thank your wife for me, will you? You'll never know how much your doing this means to me."
Mr. Hooper gave a wry, winking smile which Chet and Rudy couldn't understand as they stood by, looking on.
"Some pretty fiery stuff in there," Hooper grinned.
"You sure couldn't've sent it to Eastman Kodak, that's for sure."
Joye nodded quickly, glancing sideways at Chet. "Yeah, sure ... Good night, Mr. Hooper." She pushed him outwards into the dusk as if she didn't want him to say any more. "I'll see you and Julia later, okay? Good night, now...."
Hooper retreated. "Good night...."
Joye slammed the door.
Then, holding the package, she caught sight of Chet and Rudy, standing by the door. "Were you boys going somewhere?" she said, and Chet nodded curtly.
"I wish you could stick around," she partly frowned. "I wanted you to see some home movies tonight."
"Maybe later," said Chet. He ushered Rudy out the door, with Joye standing inside, watching them go.
"Okay," Joye said.
The Brite Spot Tavern was located next door to Jackson's Tackle Shop in the center of Townesville's main business area. Of course, this didn't mean much, considering that the village only had three or four actual businesses, not including Joye's Country Store up the road. But nonetheless, even on a weeknight, there were a number of customers in the Brite Spot, including groups of fishermen from out of town who were killing the last hours of the day playing pool at the tavern's pool tables and chatting with Alfie Powell over the bar. Powell's wife, Jeanine, also tended bar during the "happy hour", and she was busy now, pouring beers for the out-of-towners and listening to the fish stories.
Into this convivial scene came Rudy and Chet, with Chet still hanging his arm over Rudy's shoulder and leading Rudy onward as though Rudy needed to be told where to go. Rudy, naturally, had been inside Powell's establishment many times before, usually with local girls whom he was trying to soften up in preparation for lakeside assignations later on. Alfie was usually strict about selling beer to minors, but he had let Rudy buy for his girls, so long as he took his beers to a table to drink them, and didn't make a nuisance of himself. Therefore, Rudy had come to feel pretty much at home in the Brite Spot Tavern, and equal with the other men at the bar.
But tonight it was different. Rudy's legs felt numb as Chet led him to a barstool. His mind was spinning with the realization that Chet had been building up to something over the past two days. This evening, Rudy expected the whole insane arrangement to explode in his face, as Chet reached the breaking point where his "religion" would no longer hold him back.
Rudy had learned how to fight in his old neighborhood in San Pedro. It had been a tough, effective education, keeping other boys away from his sister, defending her against his mother's drunken boyfriends in the middle of the night. But Chet had at least thirty pounds on him, and stood a head or so taller than he did. Rudy wondered, fearfully, if he could beat Chet in a battle, especially if it happened here, inside a smallish beer joint that was owned by one of Joye Burnett's best friends in Townesville Center.
"Two beers for my friend and me," Chet ordered cheerfully, and Rudy had to introduce Chet to Alfie Powell. "Glad to meet a friend of Rudy Shafter's," Powell said, smiling.
Watching Chet chug his beer in practically one swallow, Rudy, sipped his own and asked, "How come you're drinking all of a sudden? I thought your religion didn't allow you to drink anything stimulating or alcoholic."
Turning, Chet faced away from the bar and answered, "You'd better get ready too, you motherfucker. Tonight, you're gonna pay the price for fucking with my chicks." He drained his glass and shouted "Refill!" over the bar behind him.
Alfie refilled his beer, and watched him.
Rudy was beginning to shake.
"What did you mean by that?" he said quietly. "Did you want to fight? I'll fight you ... but not in here."
Chet snorted. "You'll fight me where I decide you re gonna fight me, you cocksucking asshole squirt."
Feeling elated and ice-cold simultaneously, Rudy climbed numbly off his barstool and started toward the tavern's door. "I won't fight you inside my friend's place."
Chet put down his drink and stood up behind Rudy. His fists were balled at his sides, huge balls of knuckles and bones that could obviously do a great deal of damage. "Stop right where you are, motherfucker, or I'll smash this whole place up and then come after you, later!"
Eyes from all corners of the room suddenly focused on Chet Clayton, who stood demonically near the bar with his red hair and red goatee framing his own hate-sparkling eyes. Having reached the door, Rudy turned around and studied Clayton, seeing him as though for the first time. What he saw was the image of a madman, insanely jealous, eaten up with lust, a devil of a man who had been masquerading as a saint.
This was the man Paula had left! he thought. This was the creature she couldn't stand any longer, who wanted to take Paula away again, and torture her again, all by himself....
"I'm going outside," Rudy said, his own fists hanging at his sides now, clenched so they hurt with the pressure.
"NO!!" Chet howled, his howl reverberating.
Behind him, Alfie backed away from the bar. "There'll be no brawling in here, mister," he said in a low voice. Other men in the room had begun to edge nearer to Chet from all sides, preparing to stop him if he made any moves in their direction.
All at once Chet smiled.
The air in the room was like electricity.
"Okay," he said, loosening his fists.
Oh, no, thought Rudy at the door. Don't do this to me! He watched in disbelief as Chet turned back to the bar and sat once again on the barstool, picking up his glass and drinking once more as if nothing at all had changed. Alfie stared for a moment at Chet, then looked confusedly at Rudy.
Not knowing what in the world to think, Rudy shrugged his shoulders and held up his hands, returning Alfie's look, and then he returned slowly to the bar, back to the stool where he had been sitting a few minutes ago. Staring at Chet, he struggled to see what Chet had in mind, what new treacheries might be hatching behind those glittering, azure eyes.
"Oh, hell, I can't fight you," Chet said lightly, looking at him and grinning. "Come on, forget it. I guess I was just shooting my mouth off to get my feelings out." fie sucked again on his glass. "Come on, boy ... Drink up."
Rudy was still stunned, still ready to fight.
"Do you mean ... it's all off, now?"
"Sure!" Chet slapped him on the back. "I forgive you."
"Hey, have another one on me. Bartender!" Chet faced across the bar again, but Alfie was no longer there. Instead, Jeanine stepped toward him, ready to take his order.
"One more for good old Rudy, here," Chet said loudly.
The other customers in the room, all either shrugging or chuckling, gradually went back with decreasing anxiety to what they had been doing before the sudden blow-up.
Jeanine poured the beers for Chet and Rudy, setting them on the bar and watching as Chet took his and handed the other to Rudy with a friendly, playful expression on his face.
He lifted his own glass in a toast.
"To my best friend, my good old brother-in-law."
Mind still in complete disorder caused by the eerie turnabout, and then a turnabout again, Rudy forced a smile onto his face and lifted his own glass to return the toast, drinking the cold beer and feeling its effects spreading into his system. He was grateful now for the taste of the beer, and relieved that he wouldn't have to fight Chet after all....
He neither saw the fist coming toward him, nor did he hear the mumbled "motherfucker" as it abruptly struck home along the side of his jaw. But he did ; hear Jeanine's scream tearing the quietness of the room as red fire filled his eyes and glass crashed against his teeth in a whirl of pain, and the room turned over and over on his way to the floor ... The glass was . forgotten in the noise and the flood of beer covering . him, and his head pounded as he tried to get up.
He felt his lip, opening his eyes, and brought away a hand red with blood, like a flag. It glistened in the dim light of the tavern, and the carpet felt like waves underneath him. His jaw ... was it broken? He saw Chet standing over him, fists ready, waiting for more. Jeanine screamed again.
"Get up," Chet ordered.
Rudy, not knowing how he did it, got up.
He tried to see Chet.
Suddenly a man in a gray coat came at Chet from one side with a pool cue. He took a broad, uneven swing at Chet, the cue making a breeze through the air, but he missed. Chet, whirling expertly, seized the cue and tore it from the man's hands. He bent and snapped it, throwing the small end away, and began using the large end, its broken-off face consisting of jagged slivers of wood, to beat off the gathering crowd of customers which threatened to end the fight before it began. Slowly, a circle was cleared around Chet and Rudy.
Rudy, meanwhile, was once more alert enough to see what was actually going on. He waited for his chance, and when it came, as Chet swung the broken end of the cue stick the other way, he lunged in and caught Chet a good one with his left fist just below Chet's ear, hitting bone so hard that Rudy felt another bolt of pain stab up his arm and go off like fireworks under the base of his brain, sparks in blackness.
The onlookers cheered as Chet dropped like a rag doll to the floor, groaning and clutching at the barstools. But Chet regained his balance much more quickly than Rudy had done, and as he stood he howled toward Rudy in an unholy bellow: "God damn you motherfucker! You're worse than dog puke! You stink like an asshole with diarrhea! Try and take my wife and baby away, will you! Try and fuck your own sister, will you! You make me sick with your filth, you cocksucker!"
Rudy, cheeks ablaze and seeing red, flew into him with both arms flying. He beat against Chet's face again and again, whining with fury. But, like a machine, Chet simply pushed him back and then slammed into him full-square with a fist like a battering ram, crushing Rudy's nose into his face and sending Rudy backwards as though the world had suddenly turned sideways. The floor hit the back of Rudy's head every bit as hard as Chet's fist had hit the front of it, and he fought for consciousness, aware that Chet was still coming at him, with every intention of hitting him again.
Hands pulled Rudy up by the shoulders, and a voice whispered in his ear, "You're doing fine, son. Go back in there and get him. But by God, watch out for his left hand!"
All of a sudden Alfie appeared, climbing the bar and diving over it in the general direction of Chet Clayton. He managed to grab Chet and haul him partway down beside the bar stools, but then Chet lunged up and, using both of his powerful arms, proceeded to fling Alfie bodily back over the bar, where the smaller, older man crashed helplessly into the carefully-arrayed liquor bottles and the mirror on the other side, making a tremendous smash as he landed amid a clattering of spilling liquid and broken glass.
But Rudy was on his feet and able to come in directly afterwards, body-blocking Chet full-force and driving Chet rearwards despite himself into the jukebox at the end of the bar, which immediately blazed into a roaring rock-and-roll selection and continued to play, lights flashing, even after Chet and Rudy had fallen away from it in a tangle of bodies.
While two groups of men tried to separate Chet and Rudy, Rudy did his level best to claw Chet's eyes out of his face, digging his nails into the sockets as Chet howled and cursed an unbroken bloody streak of rhetoric at the top of his lungs.
When the men who were holding Chet Clayton could no longer keep him from breaking loose with his elbows and fists, the other men holding Rudy also let go, and everybody ducked backwards out of the way.
As if by a miracle, Rudy found himself grasping the stump end of the pool cue which had been lying on the floor a short distance away a moment ago. Rudy was mad now, beside himself with untold and uncontainable wrath, and the broken-off cue was the perfect weapon with which he could smash Chet brainless, maybe even kill him.
He flayed towards Chet mindlessly with the cue, sweeping the air in whirring half-circles until suddenly he felt the cue bash Chet's cheek solidly, the most beautiful feeling he had been able to enjoy all evening. Chet hollered and grabbed at the cue, but before he could get it, Rudy whacked Chet again, and again, hitting wherever the long stick could reach.
Blood showed under Chet's ear, and Chet, teeth showing in a furious grit, finally wrenched the cue from Rudy's hands and flung it away into the crowd. Bellowing and spitting, he instantly gave Rudy a one-two Sunday punch that whipped Rudy's head fully back and sent his whole body careening past barstool after barstool until the wall at the farthest corner stopped him with a skull-cracking solidity which made reality go out like a light as he sank to floor.
God! I can't lick him! Rudy's mind screamed in its delirium, I try and I try and he still destroys me!
He wanted to beat Chet. How he wanted to beat him! He couldn't let Paula go back to that hell with Chet and his hypocrisy! He had to save her, and there was nobody else who could do it for him. It had to be him! And he was failing!
As he stirred back to wakefulness and opened his eyes, Rudy saw another group of men holding Chet firmly. Two of the men, the largest of the group and the strongest, were standing in front of Chet, getting ready to pound him senseless.
On his feet, Rudy wiped the blood off his face and shouted, "Let him alone! Let him go, he's mine!"
The men let Chet go.
Like a bull coming out of a chute, Chet charged. Think fast, Rudy's brain keened desperately. What can you do?
What did jiu-jitsu say about smaller, younger men beating full-grown veterans of street brawling? Let their own strength do them in! Let their brute force be their downfall! Rudy felt a new, sudden surge of confidence as he watched the approaching, boulder-fisted figure of Chet Clayton. When Chet was almost close enough for Rudy to feel the weight of Chet's fists already descending upon him, he deftly sidestepped the first blow and landed one of his own squarely on Chet's right ear with all of his might, tripping him with his foot at the same time and yanking back on Chet's other arm so that, carried by sheer momentum, Chet whirled, off-balance, and flew headfirst into the last three barstools, tangling himself with great, bone-crunching thuds among their metal bases and winding up between the stools and the foot rail, on his back, face bloodied from the pummeling he had taken from the stools on the way down. Rudy waited for Chet to get up.
The whole room waited behind him.
Chet didn't get up.
A siren was yowling outside, getting closer and closer. Then, as it neared the front door, the siren stopped.
Rudy waited, fists ready.
Still, Chet didn't get up.
The totality of Rudy's victory didn't strike all the way home until he was riding in the back seat of Charlie Cobb's patrol car next to Chet Clayton. He looked across at where Chet lay limply next to the other side window, bandaged and bedraggled, posing as much of a threat now as a paper flower.
"Honestly, I'm ashamed of you," Charlie was saying as he drove. He was Townesville Centers only policeman. "Imagine, two grown men fighting like boys out of school. It's a scandal, I tell you. Not to mention the damages ..
These had been the very words used on Rudy by Jeanine Powell, as she had bandaged Chet, Rudy and her own husband in the back room of the Brite Spot Tavern, after the fight. Once again in his mind, Rudy saw Chet's beaten form lying draped across an adjoining stack of beer cases, and the vision gave him reassurance that the triumph hadn't only been a dream, but that he had actually succeeded in demolishing Chet.
"We'll just see what Joye Burnett has to say," said Charlie Cobb, "about you two boys brawling in public like a couple of teenagers...." He turned the police car into Joye's gravel clearing, the headlights 'shining on the cabin.
Rudy saw the cabin's door open and Joye come out. She wore a worried expression, but he seemed to detect a humorousness behind the worry that perplexed him. She walked to the police car, and Charlie stepped out to talk privately with her for a moment. Rudy didn't hear what they were saying, but Joye smiled suddenly and nodded several times, and then both of them came to the back doors of the car to let Rudy and Chet out. Chet hobbled from the car under Charlie's guidance, and Rudy walked alone towards the cabin, led by Joye.
They stopped at the door, and Joye turned to Charlie Cobb. "I'll pay any damages .owing Alfie Powell," . she said calmly. "I'm just glad neither of these boys was hurt."
Charlie snorted. 'Are you willing to take over custody?"
"Sure. And don't worry, Charlie. I'll treat 'em fine." Okay...." Charlie walked back towards his patrol car. There, he turned, facing Joye again in the glare of his headlights. "But I'll be wanting to see both-of these lugs in the morning, you know ... to settle up with the law."
"Certainly," said Joye; and she waved goodnight to Charlie, and ushered Rudy and Chet inside. She closed the door.
When Rudy's eyes had adjusted to the darkness, he realized that the room was full of people, and there was a movie projector running, clicking endlessly. It threw a conical beam of light across to a movie screen in the opposite corner.
There was hysterical laughter, gales of it, coming from somewhere near the projector. Staring into the murky blackness, Rudy made out the forms of Adelle and Margie, sitting on the convertible sofa, both of them doubled-over in mirth at the sight of whatever was going on on the flickering screen.
"I'm glad you two were able to make it," Joye said, in a strangely happy voice. "Especially you, Chet. You almost missed our little showing of home movies, tonight."
"What?" Chet said, stumbling toward a chair.
Then, when he was seated, he got his first look at the movie screen. The images he saw deflated him as much as the fight had done, making him appear limper and weaker than ever. On the large, brilliant screen, he watched the movie Paula had shot in the woods, of himself making passionate, no-holds-barred love to Lola and Wendy, spreadeagled on the ground.
Behind him, Adelle and Margie couldn't stop laughing.
"Run it backwards again, Joye!" Margie screamed.
"Jesus, would you look at it, going in and out! '
"Ohhh ... Godddd...."
"Looks like we'll be taking a lot more showers with you from now on, Rudy darling!" yelled Adelle between giggles.
Rudy stood in the middle of the room, looking around in the dark until he found Paula, who was sitting in one of the easy chairs, watching the movie. He walked over to her. "So this is the big surprise!" he whispered, unable to contain his glee. "It's marvelous! It's absolutely marvelous!"
She stood up, facing him. "I took the pictures," she smiled, as she embraced him. "Joye lent me the camera, and I hiked up the Summit Mountain trail after pretending to take Adora over to Julia Hooper's motel for the day." She paused. "Actually, I did leave Adora with Julia, but then I took off after Joye and the others, and found them at the same clearing where you and I used to play when we were much younger."
"What a brilliant idea," Rudy said in admiration.
"Well," Paula smirked, "the pictures don't really do dear old Chet Clayton justice. He's one hell of a lover ..She motioned for him to sit in the easy chair. "Make yourself comfortable, and I'll sit on your lap, darling."
"What a wonderful girl you are," Rudy said, sitting in the chair. He waited for Paula to join him, and saw Joye step toward them both, her face filled with congratulations.
"You're both pretty wonderful," she said, "and I don't ever want either of you to leave Pine Lake again, unless you ever find something better, somewhere else, where you can still be together like the lovers Nature intended you to be...."
Paula leaned toward Rudy, and put a hand into his groin.
"Do you have a hard-on, darling?"
He felt for one with his own hands. "Yes, I guess I do," he said, feeling the shaft rising steadily. "It must be the combination of these movies,' and you, sexy sister."
"Well," breathed Paula, "I think I'll just open it up, then, and let it stick out, if that meets with your approval."
"It does, Paula," he sighed, "it certainly does."
She unzipped his fly, and Rudy was startled by the thick dark tower that popped free in the screen's reflected light and stood looming beautifully upwards out of his loins. Seeing it, Paula inhaled and yanked up her dress, turning away from him to spread her legs far apart and lower the widening mouth of her wet, drooling vagina onto its hard, helmeted tip. She forced her cunt's entrance to stretch apart around the prong, and within a few seconds the shaft was slipping fully into her belly as she sat slowly upon Rudy's lap, until at last it stood completely buried inside her, and Paula was sitting comfortably in front of Rudy. Together, they watched the unreeling drama of lust on the movie screen, in full Kodacolor, and in the meantime Paula began flexing her internal muscles upwards along Rudy's crank, to draw the seminal glue out of him.
During the long, slow, delicious fuck with his sister, Rudy thought about how completely Chet's image had collapsed within the last few hours, until by now he could no longer exert any influence at all over Paula or Adora, or even Adelle and Margie, who had certainly been his private harem only yesterday, and untouchable by anybody else.
"Do you think Chet will be leaving tomorrow?" Rudy asked, as Paula gradually began her movements atop his impaling prod.
"I'm sure of it," she inhaled. "He'll leave with his tail between his legs, like a beaten dog, after this business."
"Then he's not a threat anymore, is he," said Rudy.
She chuckled over her shoulder. "He never was one. Like any hypocrite, all that was needed to poke a hole in his balloon was a little exposure. Then he withered away immediately." She grunted, stoppered full by Rudy's still-enlarging pecker. "You know, that's all one needs to pop the balloon of any hypocrite, whether they're presidents or hobos. Just one little bit of truth and honesty. Just think how easy that is!"
"Yeah...." said Rudy, who didn't want to think about anything right now, except the incredible feelings which were starting to flash up and down his spine as Paula massaged his crank with her powerful cunt-muscles. Suddenly be hugged her close, grabbing her body with his hands and digging the fingers in deep. He was going to come, any moment now, and come the biggest gusher the world had ever seen. Paula was his now, and nobody would ever take her away from him again.
