In this explicit, often shocking new narrative, the many-threaded skein of events in the life of Alice Henderson are drawn like an inexorable net to a startling conclusion. The young mother and frustrated wife finds herself not only at the mercy of fates outside her control, but also victim of her own deep-seated and subliminal de'sires, as she yearns to discover satisfaction and meaning in a seemingly barren, depressing way of life. And in paths unconsciously followed as well as purposely chosen, Alice Henderson seeks to solve the overwhelming problems of her disintegrated marriage and the raising of her hostile adolescent daughter, Vicky; and in the process, she manages to discover the secret to the renewal of her future as a woman in strange ways that take her-and the reader-by complete surprise. We, the publishers, genuinely hope that this hard-hitting novel will impress upon you, the mature, discerning reader, the necessity of open communication within meaningful relationships-whether marital or otherwise. The message woven throughout this story is plainly that most of our physical difficulties and instances of sexual guilt and incompatabilities could be erased if we all
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CHAPTER ONE
In her fashionable split-level "ranch" home in suburban Porlawn, Alice Henderson was working with a savage grudge. She was on her hands and knees, vigorously polishing to a high sheen the walnut parquet flooring which covered the entrance foyer and short hallway to her kitchen, and every rubbing motion she made clearly indicated her irritation, her normally full red lips now drawn to a tight line, her expression harried and pursed with anxiety. Early evening shadows were beginning to filter through the large picture window in the living room, casting across the satiny wood floor and making her chore all the more difficult. It was hardly worth doing, she thought; hardly worth doing at all. It would only go unappreciated, just like everything else-including herself.
Considering, it definitely was a waste of time and energy, and she might as well quit before she strained her back. Alice gave one last swipe to the floor and sat back on her heels, wiping her hands on her tight shorts and breathing a sigh of disgust. Every muscle of her five-foot-six-inch body seemed to ache. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was tied back in a bright cobalt blue kerchief, which made her azure eyes seem an even deeper shade than usual; wisps of hair strayed from the kerchief, and her deep shaded eyes were depthless with smoldering resentment. Sighing again, she straightened to her feet, revealing a pair of long, shapely legs and svelte, lush thighs, her figure fuller than when she had been an eighteen-year-old bride, but still very provocative and sensual after another eighteen years of marriage.
And one month of separation.
One month to the day since Dale had walked out on her, calling her vile names and swearing he'd file for divorce. One month and not a word, not a letter, not a rumor or whisper since.
He was gone for good. She knew he was; that she'd lost him. She knew it deep in her bones like the intuition of a terminal disease. Like a disease, the knowledge gave her a clammy sensation of fear and despondency, of bleakness and bitterness. Even her daughter gave Alice no consultation; only damnation.
Alice paused for a long moment with the waxing cloth in one hand, her other hand on her barely covered hip while sightlessly she stared out the living room window. The slanting rays of September sun had washed the peaceful lawn and hedges with a pink and golden glow. There was life out there- filled with promise and happiness. She was the one experiencing the encroachment of autumn and the chill of coming winter. Outside was warmth and light; internally was only ice and bleak antagonism.
Alice was still smarting from the humiliation of Dale abandoning her and Vicky. She'd stopped loving her husband years ago, ever since he stopped being a man.
It had been as if their marriage ended every night, when the door to their bedroom had been shut, and a woman like Alice simply couldn't take the neglect of her healthy physical desires, her insistent sexual fires which required so much attention to keep them banked. Alice wasn't ready to become an old woman yet, but Dale had proven to be a flash-in-the pan, a man capable of fathering a child on the wedding night and then punishing her with abstinence ever since for becoming impregnated.
She should have sued for divorce even before Victoria had been born; she knew that now. But this was hindsight, and all of her religious and moral training up till now had been firmly geared to staying married at all costs. It was the wifely duty to. And Lord knew she had tried to be a good, devoted wife to Dale. She'd worked hard in and around the home, learning how to cook, how to dress, how to take care of her figure and features and entertain his business guests. She attempted to forgive and forget whenever he'd curse her and caustically put her down, gritting her teeth and coming back more cheerfully than before, ready and eager in case he would relent and love her. But try as she might to interest him in paying attention and showing her the affection that her nature demanded, she might as well have let herself go to pot.
Alice glanced down at her tapering legs and barely clad thighs, rubbing her free hand lightly over the skimpy halter top she wore when cleaning house, its cups barely able to contain the uptilted roundness of her still firm, thrusting breasts. I've a good body, she said to herself as she had so many times in the past. I really do, and I've spent a lot of time making sure I keep myself trim...but it's never brought me any happiness in all the years of my marriage. Best to be over with, but...
She moaned, a soft whimper of remorse, because for all of her needs, she hadn't yet changed her style of life with the absence of Dale. She had no intention of becoming like so many other divorcees-a toy for men on the prowl. She could have had all the sex she'd wanted by cheating on Dale, but she never had, though the temptation and opportunities had been bountifully available. In fact, she admitted, once more glancing out the window, it had been an especially easy and tempting attraction to Jim Shannon which had directly led to Dale leaving, and the snarling hate-filled accusations he'd shouted at her. She had tried to explain and deny, but his words- whore! Slut! Sex maniac!- still woke her in the middle of the night, shivering and ashamed.
She attempted to shift her thoughts to the outside world again. But viewing the vibrant green lawn, flagstone patio, and the tall protective wood fence at the property line, brought painful memories flooding back. I had happened out there. Slowly, unconsciously, Alice's hands rose along her smooth, satiny sides, the waxing cloth dropping to the floor unnoticed as now her right hand caressed up along her ribs and to her throbbing, heated breasts. She squeezed her nipples gingerly, recalling against her will how Jim had squeezed them so tenderly, lovingly, that fateful day just this past August.... , It had been one of those really blistering hot days which can happen toward the end of summer, and she'd been out sunning herself all alone in the closed privacy of the back yard. Dale was at the office, naturally, and not expected home for another couple of hours.
Vicky was away swimming at the public pool with her current boyfriend, Peter MacGregor, frivolous, blind to the world, and deeply in puppy-love as only a eighteen-year old can be. She, Alice, was taking a well earned break, wearing a mere wisp of a bikini as she lay in the chaise lounge. Jim Shannon was her neighbor from across the street; a virile heavy-set man with sandy whiskers, about ten years older than her, but full of the devil. At the time, he was also rather full of rum collins, enjoying his two-week vacation by being underfoot around his house, much to his wife's lament. He had run out of ice and had come over to borrow some- or so he'd said, openly ogling Alice's nearly naked body with debonair impudence.
And then what had happened? She still wasn't sure precisely. It was all so damn hazy! One moment she'd been sitting up looking at Jim, feeling an odd tingling in her loins, and then the next thing she'd known was that she was flat on her back on the chaise lounge, Jim stretched out beside her, kissing her passionately. She'd been able to feel the hardening bulge in his trousers, revealing his urge, and soon their kisses achieved a plane of sensuality which she was unable to control. All of her pent-up frustrations rose to the surface in an explosion of lust for the man; a man she had no particular affection for, but which for some awful, perverse reason suddenly wanted- needed- with desperate urgency. She recalled his hands marauding her pulsating breasts, tweaking her scantily hidden nipples until they were as hard as diamond chips. She made no attempt to stop him from undoing her tie-straps, wanting to believe that going this far was alright. Then came the tender, tingling sensations of his fingers tracing over the hot, exposed flesh of her suddenly freed breasts, making her moan and thrash and deliriously ignore his other hand as it taunted her flat tummy and moved lower over her sensitive abdomen to the inside of her quivering thighs. Then in one smooth, unhesitating execution, his fingers dipped under the thin triangular cloth of her bikini bottoms and insinuated themselves into the moist and ready lips of her aching vagina. A dryness crept into Alice's throat as she once again remembered how close she'd come to becoming an adulterer that afternoon last month; how she had damn near lost her head and marital vows to Jim Shannon as he insistently massaged her sensitive clitoris and slipped his hand deeper into the seething hunger of her cuntal slit, widening her unresisting legs to gain full entry...
The dryness in her throat hardened into a lump as she recalled what had stopped them from completion. It hadn't been second thoughts on his part, or an abrupt regaining of morality by her. Oh no. It had been the high-pitched horrified squeal of Vicky, and the sickening realization that her eighteen-year-old daughter was home early. The girl was standing on the patio just a few feet away, her eyes wide with shock and horror, her swimsuit and towel strewn on the flagstone where she'd dropped them...
Vicky. A tremor of regret assailed the mother now, and she stepped away from the view of the yard, dropping her arms listlessly to her sides. She crossed to the ornate credenza near the entrance of the dining room, and opening its doors, took out a bottle of dry gin and some tonic. She mixed them in a glass taken from the shelf beside the bottle, dismissing the fact that the drink was warm. Getting ice from the refrigerator in the kitchen was too much trouble at the moment. Besides, she felt cold enough inside. She sipped thankfully, the alcohol allowing her momentary calmness. She drank again, long and heavily, as she'd done often since that revolting afternoon last month...
Vicky, Daddy's girl, she was! A lovely and spoiled young vixen, built in her mother's image but made in her father's mold. Perhaps crueler than the way Dale had been denying Alice his physical love, was the way he'd systematically shown his contempt by pitting her against her daughter. He'd coveted Vicky, and inexperienced, guileless Vicky had grown to become a pawn in his war against his wife. Every chance he'd gotten he had downgraded Alice in front of the child, and behind her back Ood only knew what he'd been feeding the naive ears of the girl. Vicky matured, resenting her mother, considering her almost an outsider in an otherwise idyllic life with her father. Of course, finding her mother nakedly squirming in the embrace of another man had sent Vicky straight to Dale, and Dale had finally been given the wedge with which to break the marital ties which had bound them for so many fruitless years.
Ironically, when Dale had stalked out huffing with righteous indignation, he'd not only left his wife behind, but also his ever-faithful daughter. Vicky had immediatey turned things around so that she blamed her mother for having been "abandoned" as well. It had proven useless to discuss the situation with her; Vicky had rationalized matters with a vindictiveness which erupted at the slightest provocation and bordered on hysteria.
Alice fixed herself a fresh drink and leaned wearily against the credenza, listening to the shower flowing in the bathroom down the. hall. Under the spray was her daughter, defiant and hateful as ever, soaping down her young nubile body after a strenuous day with Peter MacGregor. She'd been seeing a great deal of the boy lately- far too much in Alice's opinion- but how much of it was because of affection for Peter and how much because
Vicky was out to prove she didn't need or want to be around her mother, was anybody's guess. And the burgeoning romance had been taking some rather worrisome overtones which Alice knew she would have to deal with, despite the conflict she knew it would raise with Vicky.
Today for example, Vicky had been helping Peter move the last of his belongings from his father's home to a new apartment. The boy was of the immediate neighborhood, son of Sam MacGregor who had bought the house four doors away at the end of the block. Sam MacGregor was a widower, but by the number of rowdy parties he held and strange ladies seen coming and going at odd hours, it was common scandal that he was leading anything but a celibate life. One particular foul joke among the local men was that MacGregor's wife had been worn to a frazzle and died of over-use in bed.
Considering the environment, Alice wasn't too sure she approved of Peter dating Vicky frequently and exclusively. She feared that a certain sense of objectivity was lost when two young people "went steady" too long and too heavily. In that respect, Peter's move to a separate apartment was probably for the better, and it was some distance away in mid-town Rapier City, which made seeing each other a bit more difficult. The move hadn't been due to the father, however, but had been necessitated because Peter was starting City College, whose campus was within walking distance of the apartment.
That too was an encouraging sign, Alice figured, indicating that Peter was concerned with a career and a future, and was willing and able to seriously apply himself.
On the other hand, Peter was sharing the apartment with his brother Benjamin, who was two years older and also attending City College. Alice well remembered Benji from earlier years when he lived at home and went to the local high school. He'd been a wild ruffian back then, always seeming to involve his younger brother in some sort of mischief, then squeaking out of it and leaving Peter to take the blame. College hadn't tamed him, at least not according to the gossip; Benji carrying on like a rakehell and evicted from three previous apartments that she knew of. Benji was something akin to a young edition of his father, it appeared, and Alice fretted that Peter in such a milieu would once again fall under bad influence. And what of Vicky? How would she fare once that apartment door was closed? No, the situation was fraught with potential dangers...
It was, unfortunately, as hopeless to try talking to Vicky about Peter as it was about her and Jim Shannon. Simply existing within the same four walls with her daughter was like living in an armed camp. Something would have to be done, but Alice hadn't any idea what or how, not without irreparably rupturing their fragile truce. She was not only exhausted over her own "slip from grace" and Dale's subsequent leaving, but was also fatigued from trying to avoid traumatic confrontations with Vicky. Yet she was her mother. She had responsibilities to meet- If nothing else...
* * *
Briskly scrubbing herself under the hot, steaming spray of the needle shower, young Vicky Henderson lathered her body free of the dust and grit she accumulated while helping Peter move. She ran the soap over her breasts and thighs with lazy caresses, her mind intent upon the boy she'd soon be seeing again. Her nipples seemed to stiffen at the mere thought of the handsome, muscular youth in his tight-fitting jeans and tee-shirt, his curly brown hair and sparkling dark eyes, and his audacious smile-that smirk which implied that he was mentally undressing her.
It was exciting, realizing how much he desired her. And gratifying too, knowing how much her mother disapproved and worried about him getting what he wanted. Not that she'd given in to him. Or any other boy for that matter. She'd save herself for a man who loved her and was willing to place a gold ring on her finger to prove it-and that was a few years in the future. When she would finally marry, Vicky promised herself that she'd honor her vows; not like that bitch of a wife poor Daddy got hooked with. The notion of seeing her mother moaning and gasping like some gaffed fish with old Mister Shannon made her livid with fury all over again. It was horrible, having to stay with her, just because she wasn't old enough to be legally "emancipated" yet, but as soon as she was eighteen she'd pack her bags and be out of here in a flash, damned if she wouldn't! That is, if Daddy hadn't come back to fetch her by then, which Vicky was positive he would the moment he found a place suitable for them both. She wondered curiously where he was now, and what he was doing. Damn, she missed him! Damn, she was so lonely! Oh damn, damn Mother!
The adolescent girl turned off the water with a snap and stepped from the tub enclosure, reaching for a fluffy towel. Drying herself, she looked down at her tender skin and the way her firm budding breasts grew heavier and firm from the inadvertent manipulations. She opened her slim, well-shaped legs to dry the thin little cuntal valley with its virginal pink slit, and the way the towel parted her blonde pubic hair and showed off her coral-smooth flesh and small clitoris made her suddenly jump inwardly. There rose a tingling sensation in her loins which she recognized as the familiar electric arousal which always precluded her guilty bouts over masturbation-fights which invariably she lost, as she would rub her finger up and down along her sensitive pussy until waves of pleasure came billowing through every fiber of her being. She never dipped inside, even though the hole of her sweet cuntal orifice flowered yearningly, seemingly wanting to draw her finger deeper, to widen the narrow tunnel so that she could explore new and headier sensations. Yet somehow she'd always managed to resist that final stoke, for it was in there that her husband-to-be would penetrate. The first and only one. But now, staring down and seeing the twitching vaginal lips swell with unwanted and automatic desire, she shivered at the way she couldn't control her nurturing chemistry, her glandular change from girlhood to womanhood.
She was so like her mother, she moaned sadly. Both of them were natural blondes; both had the same provocative figures men pursued, with only her mother slightly larger in her breasts and thighs. She was so like her mother, and more than just physically. It made her skin creep just to admit it, and yet Vicky couldn't deny that the times when she'd seen her mother naked-as can happen now and then in even the most prudish families-she'd been drawn to study the lovely nudity displayed unknowingly before her.
Vicky had seen her share of naked girls in the school showers and during slumber parties, and she'd never reacted with curiosity or even mild interest. But her mother had once accepted her father's thing- his penis-urging him on until his seed had spewed forth and conceived her. That was the electrifying difference; her mother had carnally experienced her father, and the others had not. And when the overwhelming need for sexual release struck Vicky, such as after a date when she'd allowed herself to be worked up to a feverish pitch, she knew as she lay on her bed afterwards and played with her excited cunt, that her sex drives were every bit as strong and threatening as her mother's.
To be that close to someone you despise is a horrid thing, she thought. Well, I'll show her. I'll pay her back for every minute she made my Daddy's life miserable. Damned if I wont...!
As she entered her bedroom, she glanced at her bedside clock and saw that in her reverie she'd wasted too much time. She didn't wish to be late and allow her mother to get her claws into Peter when he arrived, so she began dressing immediately, dropping the towel and rummaging through her bureau drawers for clean clothes. Naked, she found a pair of fresh panties, which she drew up over her taut, rounded buttocks, pulling the filmy white nylon so tight that the soft mound of her pussy was snugly visible. She brought out a brassiere next, catching a glimpse of her tight panties and the split of full, young vaginal lips, and another moment of tiny ripples passed through her, her body once more blending dangerously into the sensuality which had gripped her while drying. Quickly she slipped into a paisley-print blouse and color-coordinated skirt, smoothed out any wrinkles in the pleats, and then picked up her comb to untangle her wheat-golden hair. As she looked in the mirror and brushed out her long, wavy hair, she saw that her skirt clung to her buttocks and was more than half-way up her slightly tanned thighs, with small creases forming in front where her legs joined her hips. With sudden awareness she realized that she could almost see the panty-cupped lips of her vagina. Another forbidden thrill raced up her nerves, followed by a blush as she attempted to cease her wandering thoughts.
Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Vicky opened the door and stepped down the hallway to face her mother. There she was, Vicky thought with barely disguised loathing, over by the credenza lapping up more booze. She's really been hitting the bottle ever since Daddy walked out; good. Maybe she'll become an alcoholic and be judged unfit to care for me...
Alice turned on unsteady feet, staring somewhat bleary-eyed as she focused on her daughter. Her heart ached, knowing the gulf which separated them, yet still determined to observe her responsibilities as a parent and guardian.
"Vicky...?"
"Yes?" The girl's tone was sullen and defiant.
"Vicky, I want to talk to you."
"Go ahead. I can't stop you."
"Please, Vicky, let's try to get along. I know you resent me, but I am your mother after all." Alice crossed to her child, but Vicky only stepped backward, avoiding her touch. "Please, listen to me."
"Listen to what? That you're my mother? Big deal. What kind of mother would do what you did? Or aren't you thinking of being a mother or a wife then?"
Alice shivered, cut to the quick. "You don't understand. You see, your father-"
"Don't tell me how he neglected you. I don't blame him. Who'd want to be married to a tramp?"
"Vicky!"
The girl swiveled around to face her mother, eyes flashing with anger and indignation. "And don't start in telling me about Peter either, if that's what's on your mind. You're the last one on earth to lecture about staying pure, about self-control. I'm not married, Mother. Don't forget that. Whatever I do with Peter or any other boy, I'm not married!"
"Vicky, don't..." Alice trailed off in a sigh, incapable of phrasing what she felt so ardently inside. "Be mad at me, Vicky, but don't do anything you'll regret later. I...made a mistake, but that's no excuse for you to make one too."
"I'll do what I please and it pleases me to do what you don't want me to." She glared at her mother, noting with cruel satisfaction that tears were beginning to well in the woman's eyes. "I suppose the next gripe on your list is that I don't look proper enough in this outfit. Too short! Too tight! Too much a come-on!"
"Vicky, I beg you-"
"Well, it's a damn sight more than you were wearing with old Shannon! Or can't you remember him, because of all the other men you've been with on the sly? You were naked, Mother dear- how's that for a wild set of threads, eh?"
"Vicky Henderson, I'll not have you talking to me this way!"
"Soon as I have my birthday, you won't be hearing it."
"That's not the answer, leaving here. You can't go on hating me, thinking I'm some sort of depraved wicked witch. Life isn't all good or bad, it's just because you're so young and idealistic that you think in such terms. Give me a chance, Vicky, please. Try to see my side. Just a little. I admit I was in the wrong, but I swear I never did anything like that before, that I never even came close to leading on another man."
"Sure. It was all just one big mistake."
"That's right, it was. We all make mistakes, Vicky, and that includes your father. You know all mine; you've been raised to spot everything I do as a mistake, but can't you see that he-"
Her talk was interrupted by a sudden ringing of the front door bell. Vicky, trying hard not to hear her mother, not to understand or forgive her, said: "I'll get it, it's Peter" and hurried to the door. Sure enough, on the porch waited the MacGregor boy.
"Hi! Come on in."
"Then step aside, cherub. Hello there, Mrs. Henderson. How're you doing?" Peter walked easily and almost predatorily into the living room, an arrogant grace to his step that grated Alice's nerves and heightened Vicky's excitement. He paused near the long, wide couch, his hips thrust slightly forward and his legs set apart, and locked his hands in his belt right above the pockets, his fingers; pointing suggestively down toward his; genitals.
At eighteen, Peter MacGregor was a good six feet tall, muscular with well-developed! arms and legs and the way his blue jeans stretched across his lean young loins, Alice could see embarrassingly well that he was endowed fully with male organs. He had a smooth, boyish face with a Romanesque nose and thin mouth. His eyes seemed to sparkle with hidden amusement as if he were really much older and more experienced that his age and looks implied.
Alice Henderson wondered if Vicky saw the same feral gleam to his eyes that she did. While always courteous toward her, albeit with the usual teenager nonchalance, she couldn't shrug off her intuition that his polite, if casual, manner was only skin deep- was only a facade beneath which lurked more sinister instincts.
How completely right she was, Alice didn't realize at the moment. Peter's eyes were smoldering with the poorly masked lust he felt for the sweet, innocent body of Vicky j Henderson. He watched the girl in her tight skirt and stretched blouse as she walked beside him back into the room, and then crossed to the coat closet to take out her jacket. He watched her the way a jungle cat j might crouch while stalking game, and he thought about how her smooth skin would feel under his hands, and those soft full lips of hers opening wide to his own, and that tight, perfectly defined pelvis grinding into his own burgeoning loins-Christ! Vicky was one fine little piece, and he knew she liked him enough to put out all she had eventually. Well, he'd have to go slow and set everything up just right, or he'd scare her away...but once she'd made up her mind to get laid, then what more logical choice for her first taste of cock than him? Hot damn! He had all he could do to stop his cock from leaping into full erection at the lascivious though of popping her cherry! Hot damn! Hot damn...!
"I see you're ready," he said, broadening his grin. "First girl I ever knew who was on time. You're something different, alright."
Vicky giggled at the offhand compliment. "Just wait and see. I may have a bunch of surprises for you, Pete."
"I just bet you have," he drawled in response.
Alice stifled a groan which was threatening to burst from her chest. Managing to calm her voice, she said with a modicum of pleasantness: "I...I didn't know you'd planned to go out tonight. I thought since you two had been together all day that-"
"Oh Mother!" Vicky cut in waspishly. "You do too know. You're just conveniently forgetting, is all...like so many things you seem to be able to forget these days. I told you this morning that Pete had invited me to go to a dance."
"It's at the college, Mrs. Henderson," Peter explained. "Sort of an introductory bash for the Freshmen and other incoming new students, and my brother Benji is also going to be along, with his girl. It'll be a lot of fun, and kinda important to go to."
"Yes, I suppose...But won't it be rather late?"
"Well now, I can't exactly say what time it'll be over, but-"
"Never mind, Peter," Vicky over-rode with a dramatic sigh. "Yeah, it'll be late, darned late, and don't expect to see me in till I'm good and ready. And I don't expect to find you up waiting when I do come back."
"But..." Alice was caught unprepared by the venom of her daughter's attack, and she faltered, confused, feeling suddenly very lost and lonely.
"C'mon, let's go," scooping up her purse and adjusting her coat, Vicky started for the door, ahead of the boy. "Good-night, Mother dear. Pleasant dreams."
"Uh, so long, Mrs. Henderson," Peter said as the girl dragged him outside. "Nice to've seen you again."
The door slammed on his words, and then there was the sound of feet fading down the front walk toward the street. A moment later came the thunderous roar of Peter's Honda motorcycle, the gunning of the engine a few times, and finally a peal of tire rubber as it sped away.
"She's...gone," Alice moaned to the silent room. She tried fighting back the tears but was unable to and they poured openly down her face, dribbling from her chin. "Gone..."
She had never felt so totally abandoned, so utterly alienated, so fully rejected in all her life. Not even when Dale had stormed out. Her daughter couldn't have treated her with more contempt if she'd spit on her! Alice swallowed the last of her second drink, and once again dipped into the credenza for a soothing mixture of gin and tonic. The house was so quiet it was like a tomb. Its silence oppressive to her ears; its emptiness similar to the emptiness of her heart and thus a sacrilege to her. She slumped down on the couch and drank, knowing she shouldn't; knowing that she had to somehow pull herself together and act. Things couldn't continue as they were, that was all there was to it. They were almost to a head now, threatening to explode like some cataclysmic volcano, and Alice realized in her sorrow and anguish that she'd have to take charge and control the coming eruption. Otherwise it would sweep her and whatever remnants of a future she might have right along with it, resulting in a though ruination of all she held sacred.
Groggily she shook her head as if to deny the truth, momentarily clearing the misty diffusion of alcohol from her thoughts. Well, she thought, her goal was obvious-to get Victoria back. Back? She'd never had her daughter's trust and affection to begin with! Just as apparent was the fact that she'd never be able to do it alone. She'd need support. But from whom? Dale was out of the question, now that he'd left her. But then, he'd never have cooperated, considering how he'd always tried to sabotage her disciplinary and corrective efforts with their child. Vicky would listen to Peter, of course, only he was hardly more mature than she was, and certainly had no reason to help. In fact Peter, himself, was a large part of the problem. So who was left? Peter's father...?
Oh no, not Sam MacGregor! The idea was totally absurd!
Quickly dismissing her erratic notion, Alice contemplated other methods of attacking the problem, all of them equally impractical and unrealistic. The idea returned, plucking at her until it received her full attention and gradually she began to realize that asking Sam MacGregor for help wasn't as silly as it initially appeared on the surface. After all, whatever sort of wild social life the man might lead didn't stop him from being a father, behaving as a father, with a father's concerns and responsibilities. He'd want to guide his sons, surely, and would want to keep them in college and out of trouble. What sort of father wouldn't?
If Sam MacGregor were sympathetically inclined, he might be gratified to learn of her apprehensions, and he could advise Peter, who in turn could influence Vicky. And if he weren't, she couldn't be any worse off than she was already, could she? How could she get hurt just by asking?
Fired with new-found hope and enthusiasm, Alice Henderson struggled upright from the couch and teetered toward the telephone. If he weren't busy, she'd invite the man over for a chat, that's what she'd do, and get this matter rolling one way or another. Hastily she thumbed through the phone directory to find MacGregor's home number, and it wasn't until she was half-way through dialing it that she realized she was still wearing her revealing shorts and halter. But by that time her urgency was too great to hang up and go change. What the hell, she told herself, waving her arm in gesture of defiance. It's my home and all the neighbors have seen one another in skimpier sunsuits and swimming gear than this. Let MacGregor talk to me as I am. I've got enough troubles.
So Alice Henderson cupped the receiver to her ear, waiting for the number to ring and somebody to answer, trying to erase the ghosts of her past and present. When Sam MacGregor picked up his phone, she was in no condition to recognize him as the nightmare of her future.
CHAPTER TWO
Sam MacGregor had been in his private den when Alice Henderson phoned, greedily watching a redheaded woman taking off her clothes. He stared at her standing before him, placidly undoing the hooks of her dress, awaiting his pleasure and totally unfrightened at the prospect. And quite a prize she was, he thought, just the way he liked his cunts. Two full, white globes with their rosy nipples hardening to the warm air as her brassiere sailed to the carpet. A beautifully matched pair.
"Take your panties down only part way," he instructed, positive she'd have eaten them, waistband and all, if he'd ordered her to. But there was no necessity for such an order, and Sam always considered himself a reasonable man at heart.
"That's it, just part-way and then lean over my desk."
The curvaceous woman complied without a murmur, placing her head on her purse and grasping the edge of his ornate walnut writing desk with her hands. Her buttocks rose until they were well within his easy reach, and he fondled both sensitive orbs, slapping them briskly with the flattened palms of his hands.
"Obh! Ohhhh!"
Her sharp outcry was of shock, not of coyness, and Sam chuckled with delight. "Come, come, I haven't hurt you. And you carry on screaming, you'll have the whole block running to see what's the matter. You don't wish that to happen do you?"
"I'd love it," she sighed, not really meaning it, and she promised to be quiet if he'd stop teasing her and get on with it.
Chuckling again, Sam unzipped his trousers and stripped them off his meaty flanks. Then his underpants dropped to his trousers and he stepped out of both, his large blood-engorged erection swaying menacingly before him like some heavy, malicious wand. The redhead surveyed first it and then glanced back up at his flushed, aroused face. "Now I know what killed your wife," she gasped in an awestruck hush. "You ripped her apart with that thing."
"Nonsense," he grinned. "She learned to love it so much, she wasted away from sadness when I had to stay out of town overnight once on business. C'mon. bend over there again."
Sam stepped up behind the hunching woman, slapping his rigid penis against her exposed buttocks. She sighed delightedly, twisting her head around to give him a nice, lewd wink of encouragement, and in response, Sam inserted a finger in the welcoming crevice between her thighs. She wriggled, clutching the edge of the desk and beginning to moan heatedly, jerking back to impale herself further on his skewering hand.
"Give it to me," she sighed. "Ram it in, you bastard!"
Sam rubbed the rounded, purplish crown of his cock up between her legs, sliding it gently until it nestled comfortable in the flaming-haired cavern thrusting back toward him in anxious desire. Shit, does she want it! he thought wildly, sliding the blunt tip of his hardness between her hungrily gaping vaginal lips. He slid; forward, burying the entire length of his thick shaft before he became fully aware that she was accepting every inch of him.
"And you were afraid I was too large!" he barked with laughter.
She let out her breath in a lascivious gasp, then giggled: "My husband ain't exactly puny either, Sam...Only he hasn't any imagination like you do. Just the old-fashioned missionary position for him will do. He'd never do anything like this to me."
Sam wasn't so sure about that, but he didn't see any reason to discuss her husband's love-making techniques at the moment, so he kept silent, concentrating on what he was doing. Not that he really had to concentrate, the woman was sufficiently skilled and avaricious for a good fuck so that she did most of the work for the both of them. She rotated her naked buttocks, giving all of her massaging cunt to him wide open. He sawed in her as far as anybody had ever penetrated, and if he'd gone much further, he figured he'd see the tip of his cock jutting out of her mouth.
"Yes...Oh God, yes, Sam...If you want me to do anything else, just tell me and I'll do it. Gladly. You want me again tonight? Or any other time? You can have me like this, or screw me any way you like it.!"
She meant it literally, Sam thought with evil glee. Any way at all, it's a bonafide offer, so snap it up, fuck her, crap on her, rope her by her thumbs to eyelets in his living room's beam ceiling-she'd follow through to the best of her ability. And her ability was damn good.
Sam drew her buttocks tightly against his pumping groin, and he could feel himself sinking still deeper up inside her gripping pussy. Holding her pulsing hips with one hand, he reached around with the other to tickle her hardened clitoris, and the woman rolled and groaned with building excitement. He thrust faster, harsher, stabbing brutally up inside her warm, moist sheath of cuntal flesh, experiencing the first throes of his own crescendoing orgasm.
Abruptly the room grew hazy and dim. Sam ceased to notice things, his mind totally absorbed along with his savagely fucking cock on the delights of her milking vagina. In...in...IN! The liquid lava of his semen welled up in his testicles, swirling down along his rampaging penis and flooding inside her belly.
"Ahhhhh," she shivered in concert, gritting her teeth and clenching her eyes together as her own climax overcome her.
Sam sighed with satiation, dropping back into his leather desk chair and sprawling with his legs wide apart. The redhead looked at him as if asking permission to move from the desk edge, and' with a weary nod, Sam gave her his blessing.
The telephone on the desk rang.
They both stared at it, letting it ring again.
"On your knees now," Sam commanded the woman, motioning her to crawl between his thighs and kiss his almost limp penis. He picked up the receiver, lounging in total relaxation, and said: "Sam MacGregor here."
"This is Alice Henderson," a slightly blurred voice responded.
"Alice Henderson. I live just down the street from you."
"Oh...Oh yes." Sam conjured up her image in his mind's eye, and amused himself imagining the expression on her face if she could see him now, with a naked broad delicately washing his moist penis and testicles with her little pink tongue. Considering who the woman was, it made the phone call all the more ironical. It couldn't have been more perfectly timed!
"I hope I'm not disturbing you, Mr. MacGregor."
"Not at all, Mrs. ..." Sam paused, realizing it would be best not to use Alice's name at the moment. The redheaded cocksucker had more than just a mouth; she had a pair of big ears as well. "No, not at all, I assure you. What can I do for you?"
"Well, I'm not sure, to be honest. But I was hoping we might have a chance to talk."
"Of course. Feel free to discuss whatever you want." No, I mean in person, Mr. MacGregor."
"Sam. Please, make it Sam."
"Alright then, Sam."
The woman kneeling on the floor was running her tongue along Sam's revitalized shaft, holding it like an asparagus stalk in her fingers while she nibbled at the once again swelling crown. She placed it greedily against her lips, kissing it, smiling up at him with a sly expression of "we aim to please your way..."
"I'm not sure how to begin," the voice on the phone was saying, not too coherently in tone or thought: "It's all so embarrassing, and I...I think it would be easier-nicer-if we could be face-to-face."
"I see," Sam replied, not sure that he did. He stifled a groan, watching the redhead slide his now thoroughly aroused penis into her mouth, pressing her rouged lips against his bare flesh. "It's obvious that something is deeply troubling you."
"Yes...But it's not just about me. It's about my daughter."
"Ah."
"Yes, and not only Vicky, but about your Peter as well."
"My peter? Oh, my son!" Now what the hell had his kid gone and gotten himself into? That wild-assed daughter, no doubt! And now likely as not her mother wants to raise hell just because her little darling got poked. Not that Mrs. Henderson had much room to squawk, he thought maliciously, eyeing the redhead between his legs. Her priggish snit of a husband has left her for fiddling around with another man, and according to Pete, her daughter hated her guts. It added up in Sam's mind that Alice Henderson was emotionally upset, was in the process of a nasty separation, and was probably ripe for the plucking. And Sam prided himself as being a man who never passed by a good opportunity. Here this one was being offered on a silver platter, and a tasty dish it was, too!
"If you'd care to," he said to Alice, "why don't you drop into my office tomorrow around, oh, eleven-ish?" And then we could step out for some lunch and drinks, he added silently to himself.
But Alice went one even better. "I'd prefer if we could keep it more...discreet, Sam. Could you come over here?"
"Now?"
"Not if it's an inconvenience," she added hastily.
"Nothing of the kind," he assured her. The redhead was squeezing his erection between her strong fingers, tickling him with one well manicured finger. Sam slid forward in the seat so she could manipulate the full sac of his scrotum and explore the brown rosette of his anus, and he wondered how much longer he'd be able to control his voice. "I...I'm sure that I can come in just a few minutes," he wheezed, licking his lips.
"I'll look forward to seeing you."
"Yes, same here. G-Goodbye."
Sam hung up the receiver with palsied hands, outwardly groaning now from the oral ministrations the woman was giving him. She was still crouched at his feet, sucking her mouth in a tight oval ring up and down his throbbing penis, and pressing it with an expert side-to-side motion of her head and swirling tongue. Sam allowed his mind to drift in rapture, his body become one explosive mass of sordid sensations.
Faster and faster she licked and swathed his aching erection, his hips beginning to jerk spasmodically in reaction, forcing his resurgent cock heavily in and out of her clasping mouth. She coughed and sputtered, toying lovingly with his swollen testicles, urging him to completion while using her other hand to assuage her own lustfully seeping cunt between her kneeling legs. Sam skewered upward and a little to the side into the far reaches of her throat, and then he heard her cry on the out-strokes:
"Cum...God almighty, fill me with cum! I'm therrreee...!"
His face crimson with excitement at what she was begging him to do, Sam rapidly sought to reach his second orgasm. "Shit! Fuck! You prick-sucking twat, oh yeah...Oh yeahhh...!" With harshly kneading hands tangled in her bobbing hair, his hotly charged cock sank all the way into her soft, unresisting mouth and surged out a new load of hot creamy sperm. The scalding seed bloated out her cheeks to overflowing, and she grasped him tighter, milking him avidly and savoring the pungent male taste as she swallowed jet after jet of his fresh semen. Her tongue flicked hungrily around and around his glands, seeking more, ever more...
"Ahhhh...." Sam sighed, once again settling exhausted into his chair. For a long moment he sat still, and then he opened his eyes. She was crooning delightedly, two fingers pumping deep in her moist cuntal slit while she leisurely cleaned him spotlessly with her tongue.
"You might as well get up now," he told her.
"Don't you want any more?"
"Yes...But I've got to go out. And you should go too, if you're to be home by the time your husband arrives from work. Now fix yourself up so you can make a pretty example of a chaste wife."
The woman stood reluctantly, pouting as she pulled up her panties and then slipped on her dress. She took a gold makeup kit and mirror from her purse, working small miracles with them, then pinned back her hair in a neat coiffeur. When she was finished she looked pristine and untouched, as if sex and depravity were the furthest thing from her mind.
"I feel so much better about everything now," she said casually. "Even if Jim never finds out about us, Sam-and in a way I hope he does just to make him squirm-'I'll know, and that's the important thing. I've paid him back good, and in his own coin, I have. Him and that bitch Henderson across the street."
"Glad to be of service, Mrs. Shannon," Sam replied with a courteous nod. "What are neighbors for if not to come to the aid of one another?"
"Well, ain't you the altruistic one."
"No sacrifice is too great."
"I just bet," she retorted with a straight face, and then burst out laughing. "How soon do you expect you can help me some more?"
"As soon as you feel in need, I'd say."
"You never can tell, Sam. This sort of thing can grow on a girl, if you know what I mean." She pecked him affectionately on the cheek and walked out of his den, undulating her sassy hips.
Sam MacGregor continued sitting contentedly in his chair, basking in the afterglow of two furious orgasms. Not a bad way to spend the afternoon, he mused-the neighborhood is certainly picking up! And now there was "that bitch Henderson" lady to go visit and help as best he could He wondered if he could manage three erections and climaxes in so short a time, and then pictured Alice's provocative figure as he'd seen it sashaying out in public. He concluded that if given the opportunity, he wouldn't have the slightest bit of trouble getting himself up again.
Sam noticed Alice Henderson almost from the moment he'd first moved into this suburban block some three years previously. He'd instantly been attracted to the way her tight, lithe buttocks moved under her clothing, and her breasts jutting fulsomely like milk-jugs yearning to be clutched and suckled dry. And he'd been entranced by her pert face with its ruby lips and uptilted nose, and her soft swimming blue eyes and shoulder-length blonde hair.
He knew as an expert that Alice would be fantastic in the sack; that she would fuck rapaciously once she got started. He also figured that her husband had never yet found the switch to turn her on, so stuck-up and righteous a bigot that he was a washout in the sex department. Well, now Dale Henderson had gone, a result of his own petty mean habits, although society was condemning his wife for having caused the split. The world could be cruel-you didn't have to go farther than Mrs. Shannon and her vindictive retribution this afternoon with him to prove that fact of life! But in any case, it left Alice to her own devices, confused and vulnerable, in need of comfort and affirmation. And he was just the kind-hearted guy to offer his shoulder for her to lean against.
Or some other part of him for her to hold onto.
Yeah...Sam's penis throbbed expectantly as he considered various ploys that might- work on her. He couldn't say for sure which would succeed, but one way or another he vowed to start her on the downhill road that would end when his cock was firmly imbedded in her tight cunt and she was begging for more...more...
CHAPTER THREE
When Alice Henderson answered her front door a short while later, she came toward Sam as though she were going to kiss him. He involuntarily reached-or half-reached- for her before he realized that she only wanted to shake hands and had miscalculated her speed and approach. Closer to her now, he understood why. The gin on her breath sliced through the Tone mixer, giving him a whiff which almost curled his toenails. Christ, she was well oiled! He couldn't have planned it better!
"I'm terribly sorry to interfere with your evening, Mr. MacGregor," she apologized. "But I simply had to see you as soon as possible."
"Don't say you're sorry, because I'm certainly not. I'm honored." He took her hand and favored her with his professional guaranteed-to-con smile. "And please, I insist you call me Sam."
"Yes, of course, I forgot. Sam."
"That's much nicer, Alice."
"Would you care for a drink?" she asked, shutting the door behind them.
"As a matter of fact, I'd love one. What're you having?"
"Tonic with a little Gin."
"Excellent choice. I'll have the same."
He followed her into the living room, jealous of the light halter and shorts she was wearing, and stood alongside her while she mixed two drinks at the credenza. She handed him a full glass, and his glance strayed to her breasts; his mind was already between her thighs.
She motioned to a chair. "Won't you sit down?"
Sam settled on the couch instead, toward one end of it so that there was plenty of room for her to sit down beside him. Without thinking, she accepted his inferred suggestion, although leaving a modest space between them. "No, I am sorry...Sam," she repeated. "But this seemed quite urgent, and I couldn't think of anyone else to turn to. I do hope you'll understand."
"I'll try. Tell me about it, Alice. You said on the phone it involved my son and your daughter."
She leaned back against the cushions and tugged at the hem of her shorts. "I think...I worry that Peter and Vicky are seeing entirely too much of each other." .
"Becoming too serious, is that it?"
She nodded, leaning forward and frowning. "Perhaps I'm over-reacting. Perhaps I sound like an old shrew..."
"Well, we were all young once, Alice."
"True...How true..." She sipped her drink, searching for words to bolster her argument. "But it's one thing when Peter was still living at home under your guidance. It's another now that he's on his own, in college, open to the...wrong suggestions."
"You mean from Benji?"
"Oh, I don't mean to single out your other son, Sam. I mean in general. Yes, that's right. So many temptations. And from Vicky too. She might interfere, even damage his studies."
"Oh, now I get it." Sam took a strong swallow, almost gagging. How the hell could Alice drink this stuff warm? Blandly he continued: "You're afraid that your daughter will get Peter altar-bound. Or that my son will get Vicky knocked up. Is that it?"
"Why-" His crude language burned her ears, and Alice blushed several shades fo red as she tried to control her obvious embarrassment. "Why," she swallowed, deciding to ignore his wordage, "why yes, there is that to take into consideration."
"And what do you wish me to do about it?"
"I...I'm not sure. I wanted to discuss it with you first, to see how you felt about matters."
"Hmmm...Well, would you be against them getting hitched?"
She paused, then nodded. "I believe so, for whatever the reason. They are young , after all, and young marriages are often the most difficult."
"I know," she added bitterly. "I was married when I was just a year older than my daughter."
"I believe you're right, Alice. I was married before I was twenty. And lived to regret it." He glanced sideways to see what the reaction would be on her face, and gloated inwardly when he saw he'd struck a nerve. "I realize it's not respectful to speak ill of the dead, but Mary-Lou, my late wife...Well, she wasn't ready for marriage."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear it."
"No, no, it's over and done with, I suppose. Still..." He sighed, closing his eyes as if lost in memories, while actually he was dredging up a pattern of lies about his dead wife. "Mary-Lou always shied away from the physical aspects, you see. Sex was always something dirty, something to be gotten over with as quickly as possible with the least amount of effort. Just another miserable task to perform for her husband, like ironing his shirts."
Mary-Lou MacGregor had in reality been an insatiable little slut in bed, greedily reveling in every act and perversion imaginable, and Sam had never before or since been able to find a woman half as talented or interested in the pursuit of hedonistic pleasures. But for Alice Henderson's consumption, he was manufacturing a mythological icebox of a mate, all the while watching how Alice was responding. He saw her gradually relax her natural defenses as she began empathizing with him over his plight, her own mind matching and dove-tailing his story with her own experiences. She couldn't confess that she too had been victimized from male impotency while his was from his wife's alleged frigidity. Oh no, that would have been too shameful to admit in front of what was still basically a stranger...but mentally she had to fight back the urge to blurt out the truth.
Yet she was putty in the hands of such a skilled manipulator, for inexorable Sam channeled the discussion to still more intimate parts of marriage and love, sensing as he went along the most subtle of her moods, knowing when to retreat or advance in order to lure her on. Alice shuddered involuntarily as she listened, finding herself increasingly attracted to his easy, sophisticated charm, his bronzed hard-muscled body, and his dark chestnut hair and fathomless onyx eyes. She felt guilty and apprehensive about her growing emotions, but bad to admit that it was better to be sitting with Sam MacGregor than to be brooding alone as she had been doing. He was what Peter would turn into in the coming years, when the boy's experienced eyes were matched by the rest of his body and mind, and quite honestly, she couldn't fault Vicky for being captivated. She couldn't help but confess that she was physically attracted to the father right now-to his easy warm manner, his strong rippling figure, the hard bas relief of his penis and testicles straining the expensive material of his slacks....
Lord! Alice averted her eyes, knowing she was blushing again. She couldn't harbor lewd thoughts like that! What would Sam think if he knew what she was contemplating? No, stop it....
"Would you like a refill?" she asked in order to interrupt her prurient thoughts.
"That's mighty kind of you, Alice. Yes, I could. And I see that your glass is empty as well."
"Oh. I think I've had enough already, Sam. But here, let me act the hostess for you." Belatedly she realized she was almost too drunk to navigate, the room reeling around as she straightened up. She couldn't even recall the number of drinks she'd consumed, and worse, she wasn't really caring any longer, and that was definitely the signal for her to lay off, she knew.
"Whoa there, girl, before you fall," Sam chuckled, coming to her rescue as she staggered. He caught her in his arms and gently steered her back down on the couch. "I'll play the host instead, Alice. I think that would be better."
"This is terrible," she murmured crest-fallen. "I'm making a fool out of myself."
"So what if you're a bit tipsy. Don't worry about it. I'm here and after all, that's what friends are for, right?"
"It's still not right...."
His smile altered to a frown of deep concern. "You're not a drinker, Alice, I can see that. You're very disturbed about something, something more than just Vicky and my son, and possibly you should talk about that now too. After all, that's what brought me over here in the first place, wasn't it? It's no good to keep problems bottled up inside you where they can fester."
"No, Sam, that's kind of you, but I can't."
"Well, at least sit still while I fix the drinks," he told her authoritatively. He walked to the credenza, hummed a tune while juicing up the glasses again, and then returned, handing one automatically to her. He sat down closer to her this time, not touching, only studying her troubled face. "It's not healthy, a pretty woman like you all tied up in knots. I know it's not easy to unburden yourself, but you really should. We've much in common, and I'm sure I can help if you'll give me a chance. This is different, Alice; this is the time you should confide in a friend."
Yes, this was different-somehow as yet undefined. Alice shivered slightly, not knowing exactly why, and sipped her unwanted drink. She continued to sip, feeling oddly uneasy with Sam's close presence, although she knew there was nothing really wrong with him being beside her. Even if Vicky should return early, it was still perfectly respectable in this day and age for a wife and mother to entertain a neighbor in the afternoon. Besides, she felt nothing untoward would happen- couldn't happen here in her own home-and that she was perfectly safe. Sam MacGregor was only being friendly, probably as lonely as she, as eager to be helpful and good company as any decent Samaritan...But nevertheless, as she drank the gin and talked with him some more, she still felt a tingling of some un-nameable menace...that same pervasive sense of danger that she'd felt toward his son.
She tried to think back, but as she recalled their conversation so far, there'd been nothing portent about his talk or actions. Yet his request to have her unburden herself to him was too much. She couldn't. She simply couldn't. Alice sipped her drink to keep from having to speak, afraid that in spite of her guard, she would blurt out everything to him.
"You should talk, Alice," Sam said soothingly, as if he'd read her secret thoughts and knew she was fearfully reticent.
She shook her head, her hands kneading the glass.
"Do," he urged smoothly. "It always helps to cleanse your soul, believe me. I did with you just now, and I want you to return the favor and trust me to help in kind."
Alice suddenly felt very small and alone, and sorry that she'd allowed herself to emotionally waver even this much. Yet how could she try pretending nothing further was troubling her when there was after all, she'd acted out of need for solace and advice?
And all the while, the handsome neighbor was brimming with anticipation. He knew that tonight his son Peter would be trying like hell to get into the sweet little panties of Vicky Henderson and fuck her silly; and he also knew that he himself would be just as busy trying to ravage the passionate mother's warmly wet cunt. He was well aware that to savagely hit Alice with obscene proposals would sour an otherwise perfect setup, so for all his aching desire to glide his thick cock into her pinkly glistening vagina, he held himself in check. He knew the secret of timing; he'd been the one to teach both Peter and Benjamin the knowledge of gradual seduction. As he murmured encouraging words to the distraught young mother, his brain was three steps ahead, laying the covert groundwork that would change her reluctance into seething hunger for sex.
"It's about you, isn't it?" he whispered wetly in her ear. "You and Dale, that's your big worry. Not about Vicky and Peter..."
"No, no it's nothing, Sam...Please..."
"It's everything, Alice. You can't deny it."
And that was the crux of her dilemma, because she couldn't.
"It can't be all that terrible, Alice. Embarrassing, perhaps, but probably not as ugly as you think."
"T-To me, it is. I imagine to others it wouldn't be more than a joke, losing my husband the way I did, and poisoning what little affection and respect my daughter had for me. But..." She trailed off, realizing belatedly that without her desiring it, she was starting to tell Sam MacGregor about her anxieties. She choked back more words, but the wall had been breached and cracked, and the gin was crumbling the last of her resistance. She couldn't think of what to do, couldn't control her emotions from bursting through her modesty and shame. Everything was so mixed up. There was only this friendly Sam MacGregor and a glass of liquor to keep her from mental collapse. Tears brimmed in her eyes once more, and she was incapable of stopping herself from crying now, feeling so miserable, so confused, so hurt. She let the tears flow freely, sobbing brokenly without removing her hands from the glass.
"You see, Alice? It's all been too much for you to absorb all alone the way you've been doing." Gently Sam placed a comforting arm around her bare shoulder. She felt his touch and smelled the nearness of his body and his masculine cologne...but the arm was strong and the cologne was pleasant, and she allowed herself to be drawn against his chest. MacGregor let the soft strands of her hair tickle his face, brushing back her kerchief with his other hand as if smoothing the brow of a fevered child.
"Let it all come out, Alice. It'll be better that way..."
And Alice told him. She could no longer resist his persuasion, her own deeply rooted agony, and in broken words she talked of herself and Dale, and of that poignantly wretched afternoon with Jim Shannon. And when she was through, she pressed her face tightly to his tailored sports shirt and continued to cry her heart out.
Sam MacGregor felt her warm, resilient body crushing against his chest, and smelled the heady fragrance of her clean hair and flesh. She was going to be good, alright; absolutely fantastic. Yet still he'd have to take care not to disturb her growing trust in him, for the wrong move now would destroy her budding confidence and hope. He sensed that she was ready for suggestions now-she was both ashamed and drunk-so instead of anything overtly physical, Sam spoke softly to her. closing the gap between then with carefully chosen phrases.
"Alice, listen to me, Alice. You're not the one at fault, it's been that puritanical husband of yours. He denied you life, flesh, the sweet joys of the senses, and what you did with Jim was only a natural expression of your frustration and needs. You weren't wrong or sinful. Sex is only something dirty to warped minds who try blotting out natural expressions. Copulation, masturbation, lust-in short, every thing and anything which had to do with penises and vaginas are considered unholy. And celibacy and virginity are deemed virtues instead of the monstrous crimes against nature that they are. Well, times are changing, Alice. There's now a healthy rebellion against the tyranny of this attitude and just because Dale was fifty years behind times is no reason to chastise yourself for being what you are."
Sam began stroking the satiny skin of her shoulder and upper arm, always comforting, using the same tone of voice but with different words now. "A woman, Alice. That's what you are, heart and soul. A woman denied fulfillment, unable to openly, joyously caress a man's cock and feel his hands finger your cunt..."
Sharply Alice sucked in her breath, stirred by the usage of words like cock and cunt. She thought about resisting, but Sam's words flowed like warm honey, enveloping her in a dreamy torpor. She was aware that he was telling her about the multitude of sexual delights she'd been missing for so long, and even though she didn't want to think about it, she couldn't help herself. She sobbed into the fine material of his shirt, finding a certain security in his masculine nearness and the gentle stroking on her bare shoulder and upper arm.
Sam could feel her firm warm breasts pushing against him, her nipples hardening slightly, and he knew that his salacious conversation was having the desired effect on her. She was thinking about sex, raw lusty carnal sex, just as he wished her to, and the images were in turn causing unmistakable signs of arousal.
"You've been without a man for such a long time, Alice....Without a hard cock sliding in and out of your wet cunt, in and out until it shoots its cum deep into your belly and you climax with your legs clasped tightly around him, your loins arching high in supplication....For such a long time, Alice..."
Sam felt the mother trembling beneath his arm now, trembling with something more than misery and shame. He thought exultantly: She's ready now! She's turned on and is wanting badly...and I'm not going to disappoint her...!
"Alice... Alice..."
"Sam," she moaned, her voice quavering with tension.
"I'm going to kiss you, Alice," he whispered, tilting up her chin with his free hand and staring into her puffed, frightened eyes. "A sweet kiss, Alice, a tender kiss...Just for you..."
She knew she should resist him, try to push him away and insist they stop this dangerous game...but her throat felt dry and the words just wouldn't form. She tried to speak, but suddenly his lips were upon hers and he was kissing her, slowly, with no sensation of haste or pressure. Gradually he increased the force of his lips until her mouth was slightly open and he could slide his tongue inside. Despite her startled horror at this teasing intrusion, her hands fluttered upward to his shoulders and she felt herself eagerly kissing him in sordid response.
It must be the gin, she thought, again trying to tear herself free of him and the delicious temptations he represented. But still she was unable to pull away from Sam's insistent embrace. It seemed as though she could keep on kissing this man forever, and she had no defenses against the frantic turmoil or erotic sensations that were overcoming her. Seizing her drunken bewilderment as a sign of surrender, Sam held her close with one hand, and eased the other between their tightly locked bodies, moving upwards to the soft, uptilted roundness of her breasts. He felt her tremble convulsively as his fingers gently closed over her yielding flesh for a first tentative exploration of her nipples.
"Sam... no... don't," she gasped, feeling his groping hand and struggling feebly to disengage herself. But her entire universe was whirling around, and she couldn't seem to focus her attention long enough to collect her ambiguous thoughts, Sam's gathering demands pulling her magnetically into a spiralling vortex of passion she'd never experienced before in her life. She couldn't catch her breath, smothered as she was by his kisses, which were starting a hot, searing flame in the pit of her long-starved loins. In spite of her fear and chagrin, her flesh and blood were responding with the hunger her body had suffered for years. His lewd, vile words spun and tumbled in her mind, making her want to believe that sex was perfectly all right, and what she'd done with Jim Shannon-what she was allowing to be done to her now-was the clean, healthy way, and that Dale was wrong.
Sam's hand was under her halter, lifting it up while simultaneously seeking the catches in back. "Stop that, Sam, stop..." She tried fighting both herself and the man, squirming away from his grasp, but in doing so the halter broke loose, spilling her majestic breasts proudly into full view. Before she could recover herself, Sam had sunk his head onto the exposed soft mounds, moaning as he buried his mouth against the smooth warmth. He encircled one of the pink aureoles with his lips, sucking softly, encouraging them to harden and stand out in aching little points.
"Ahhh," she moaned against her will, feeling sharp tingling sensations coursing up and down her spine. I cant let this happen...I can't...I must control myself...But the primeval urge she'd been denied during her marriage boiled to the surface, and she let Sam's tongue saw mercilessly around her warm throbbing breasts, curling her fingers in his hair and pressing him closer to her. Alice sensed she was at that juncture where she'd been with Jim Shannon that fateful afternoon-to where she couldn't be the one to end this attack. And then...Oh God, and then...!
Still sucking and nipping her breasts, Sam slipped dexterously out of his own shirt. He then guided her back against the cushions of the couch, stretching out beside her, his muscular body three-quarters on top of her. One leg was thrust across her knees, and he used it to pull her closer to him so that his hugely swelling penis thrust insistently into her softly trembling thigh. Sam could feel his balls contracting and swelling with renewed virility, and it was all he could do to keep from tearing off her shorts and sticking his iron-rigid cock into her right then and there. No...Take it slow, he cautioned himself, forcing his attention away from his painfully burgeoning erection and back to his seduction. Take it slow and that way take the prize...!
Slowly he began inching his hand along her shorts, until it found the bare flesh at the hem of one tight-fitting cuff. Reaching around in back of her, he massaged the fleshy curve of her buttocks and began to squeeze them with gentle urgency. Her ass-cheeks were soft and quivering - underneath her thin shorts and gossamer nylon panties, and then he discovered the zipper, and gradually he eased it down... down... until her shorts were open in the back. His fingers rummaged inside like a mouse in the walls, moving swiftly and surely until he touched the first hot strands of her curly pubic fleece.
Alice jackknifed against him from the electric contact of his hand on her naked crotch, her whole being singing out for more...more. She started oscillating violently on the couch, her mind and flesh two separate entities, neither of which she could control any longer. This is wrong.. I'm not a slut like Dale thinks I am... I have to stop Sam... I must stop him... But the drunkenly moaning mother was incapable of pulling away from the delights Sam was bringing her, for in truth it was like trying to run away from herself. She wanted his touch on her genitals, wanted his mouth on her breast...even though she tried her hardest to deny the facts to herself. Yet her body, famished for affection and released now abruptly from years of denial, kept on insisting for fulfillment.
"Sam," she managed to gasp, "Stop, please, you mustn't..."
"But I must, Alice...And so must you..."
He dipped his middle finger into the moist trembling passage of Alice's burning cunt, playing with it and the soft warm walls of her vaginal slit, reveling in the texture of her pussy and the vibrations of her aroused passions. She must have been without cock for a hell of a long time to get like this...and when a woman gets as fired up as she is, there's nothing that can stop her!
"No," she continued to protest, twisting futilely, trying to break the hold of his buried finger. "I'm afraid...My daughter...I can't let Vicky find me like this, not after the last time... Please, Sam, please let me up..."
But then he pawed her shorts and panties all the way down her trembling thighs and legs, stripping her bare and dropping the garments to the carpet. He pressed tightly against her now fully exposed flesh, kissing her with a fury, flattening and spreading her lips until she couldn't resist...and she uncontrollably splurged her own tongue in response into his welcoming mouth. A frightening hollowness came alive in the pit of her belly as she suddenly felt herself being literally swept off her feet and into Sam's strong arms. The next thing she knew he was transporting her like a bride across the living room and down the hall, over the threshold of her room and to her wide double bed.
"There," he said as he gently lowered her onto the covers. "Now you don't have to worry about your daughter or anyone else spying on us." He kicked at the door to shut it, and then smugly satisfied, he quickly shed his own pants and shoes, flinging his underclothing every which way in his furious haste.
Alice's weakened state of resistance left her nothing to fight with as he crawled naked onto the shadowy room's bed beside her. His hands once more commenced to explore her defenseless body, caressing the swell of her breasts and splaying the tender lips of her sensitive pussy. He separated the soft outer lips, sucking in his breath at the sight of her delicate pink crevice so narrow and tight, and the hard little nub of her excited clitoris, almost hidden in the tangle of her dampened pubic hair.
Oh, did he want to fuck her, ram himself far up into her naked twat and ride! But he knew he had to control himself, bring her with him every step of the way or it wouldn't be any good. That was the kick-the power, the control, the mastery over her body until he could drive her wild with the tiniest of gestures.
"Ahhh," Alice sighed as she felt Sam's fingers teasingly explore the full throbbing length of her tender pink vagina. Her entire body quivered from the jarring shock of his talented hands roaming freely over her nakedly exposed flesh, fondling her breasts and pressing their nipples between his fingertips, all the while still tickling her moist trembling pussy and massaging the little bud of her clitoris. His skillful finger-fucking was sending her crazy with desire, and she dug her fingers into the bed's covers, lewdly shoving her pelvis upward. Sam knew this was wicked and evil. Alice was a married woman no matter how much Dale ignored her or abandoned her...but a greater portion of her fevered mind was crying out that she didn't care. She wanted it to stop, but it seemed that the only way she could make it stop and satisfy the unleashed passion of her inflamed body was to do it more, to drive her hotly seething pussy up against the waggling force of Sam's tormenting hand! She wanted to devour it, feel it buried to the elbow up in her belly, give herself entirely to the electrifying sensations that were invading every pore of her flesh!
Suddenly Sam was on his knees between her legs, no longer able to resist the temptation to fuck her. He had to fuck her-now! He had to throw his aching cock deep up into her tight little cunt and feel it sink into her as far as it would go, or he'd be creaming all over the bed!
Alice felt the bulbous, rubbery head of his lust-enraged penis insinuating itself against her vulnerable cuntal entrance. She moaned convulsively and flexed her knees back. She had to have it! Nothing else would slake the thirst of her furiously contracting pussy! Yet Sam didn't enter immediately. Instead he ran the blood-swollen crown of his penis up and down across the sensitive exposed opening of her vagina, torturing them both further until Alice was flailing about wildly and digging her nails into his shoulders, trying to force him down on top of her.
"You want it? His voice was like a caress. "Tell me, Alice, do you really want it?"
"Yes..." she managed to gasp.
"Yes, what?" Still holding his cock in place up against her wildly pulsating cunt, he began kissing her neck and running his tongue along the hollow of her shoulders.
"Lord, you can be cruel!" she moaned, shivers spiraling along her spine. "You know it, Sam!"
"But I want you to tell me," he murmured into her hair, pressing his hardened penis maddeningly against her pussy, almost but now quite penetrating her. "Go on, say it!"
Alice couldn't stand it any longer. "I want you to make love to me, Sam," she blurted. "Make love...or fuck you?"
"Yes, yes...Fuck me, Sam, fuck me good!" Her hands fluttered convulsively between her legs and she grasped hungrily for his cock, pressing her pelvis up against him and trying to force it inside of her. "Fuck my cunt with your cock!"
"Well, since you insist...!" he answered maliciously, suddenly pushing forward and sliding easily up into her moistly sucking young cunt. Alice wrapped her legs eagerly up and around his back, squirming and twisting against him as he began to stroke slowly and evenly in and out, building his rhythm to a peak and battering against the soft cushiony mound of her cervix, far up inside her deep vaginal cavity. Arching his body like a bow, and supporting himself on his hands and Alice's entwining legs, he plunged back and forth until Alice thought she would faint from the exquisite pleasure he was giving her. He twisted his huge lust-hardened penis deep inside her cunt, all the while keeping his tempo controlled, taking her higher and higher but never quite letting her go over the brink.
"Ohhh, ooohhh, ooohhhhh..." Alice chanted, mesmerized, lost in the wonderment of what she'd almost forgotten could feel so delightful. She clawed at his back, unaware of anything save his thick intrusive cock, surrendering herself to the furious fucking of his drilling penis. Curiously, though she was pinned down on the bed in an obscenely naked position with her legs wrapped practically around the neck of this strange man, she was feeling a growing sense of freedom and accomplishment.
Again Sam altered his rhythm, pushing her legs still further back and hooking his elbows under her knees, so that her entire throbbing cunt was painfully exposed to his merciless onslaught. Faster now, faster and harder into her defenselessly splayed loins he lunged, seeming to penetrate the helpless wife and mother to the marrow of her being. Her every nerve ending was begging for release until she thought she couldn't stand it any longer. Alice didn't understand why she felt this way, only knew that somehow she felt better than she ever had in her life, as though by taking her so forcefully and against her will, Sam MacGregor was relieving her of all moral responsibility for her wicked enjoyment. His penis seemed so large and hot up inside her vagina which was stretched wide to receive to its fullest extent, adjusting to each stroke and answering each driving blow with a squeezing force of its own.
"Fuck back, you sweet piece of ass, fuck back, fuck back..." Sam's lewd voice was like a hypnotic drone above her, searing her ears. No one had ever dared to say such offensive things to her. She would have been shocked and horrified, even repelled. Yet somehow this dark handsome stranger made them seem attractive, exciting her still further, and much to her amazement, she heard herself groaning in response:
"Yes, oh yes, ram me with your hot cock, Sam! Oh, fuck me hard, fuck me hard...!"
She felt like a whore as, responsively, she lifted her pelvis off the bed to thrust eagerly against his lewdly skewering penis. She was no longer a lady, a wife and good mother, but only some sort of human pleasure machine to be abused and degraded and bent to his will. She wanted it! Wanted him to do everything to her, things she had never allowed herself to even consider before, anything to satiate the wild hungry desires that were setting her oh fire and driving her insane.
Feeling the sudden surge of her wantonly abandoned lusts, Sam increased his stroking until he felt as if he were flying. And she was right there with him. He knew it! Knew by the way she was flailing her silky blonde hair unrestrainedly about on the bed, by her half-gaping mouth, her taloned nails which were clawing his naked shoulders and back, and mostly by her greedy little pussy that was grasping his enflamed erection in a velvety iron grip, milking him for all it was worth.
Theirs was almost a contest, a battle between giants of prurience and hedonism. And locked as they were in their private love-hate embrace, neither Alice Henderson nor Sam MacGregor took notice of the bedroom door slowly opening behind them, or of the dark shadow which hovered in the dimly lit hallway, rigid with horror and disbelief. They were totally oblivious to the girl who stood hypnotized by their carnal tableau presented before her rounded eyes, her tender features drained of blood as she choked back an insane fury of loathing and shock, her vision swimming close to insanity.
The pretty teenager, Vicky, slumped against the doorway, aghast at what she was witnessing. Her mother! Just like she'd been that time before with old Mr. Shannon, only this was even worse! Indescribably worse! She was exactly the bitch and slut that Daddy had called her, and this time she couldn't deny it! And....Lord in heaven, the strange man with her was Peter's father! Her mother and Mr. MacGregor rutting like lewd beasts right here in her own sacred marital bed! It couldn't be happening!
But it was.
CHAPTER FOUR
"I hate her," Vicky had told Peter when first they'd left her house that evening. "I hate her because she's no good."
"Naw, she's okay as mothers go," Peter replied soothingly. He didn't want tonight ruined just because his girl was all upset over her old lady. "Just feel lucky you've got one, cherub."
"Not with the one I've got, I don't." The angry girl lifted her tight skirt and straddled the powerful motorcycle's buddy-seat, picking up Peter's spare crash helmet and slipping in on with savage little jerks. "I'll feel lucky in a few months, when I'm eighteen and can split out on my own like you."
For a moment the roar of the engine drowned out her voice, and she sat huddled against Peter's strong back, arms clasped tightly around his waist. Then she shouted over the din: "Never mind, Pete, forget about her! Let's have us a time tonight, okay?"
"Right on!"
The motorcycle's acceleration shoved her back against the chrome chiken bar behind her, her long blonde hair blowing wildly in the wind like the mane of some incredibly beautiful young colt. She laughed in delight as Peter MacGregor geared down to make the turns on the narrow suburban streets leading to the highway that connected Portlawn with Rapier City, the tires screaming on the asphalt, the bike like a low-slung rocket shooting forward. They were on their way to the dance, her first real college dance, and she couldn't wait.
She was happy that she was Peter's girl, for he was really a great boy, even if those fiery eyes of his did look at her as if he were stripping her naked. But he knew how to make her laugh and feel good inside, and was just plain fun to be around. She hugged him tighter, rubbing her cheek cat-like against his lean back, thrilled with the image she knew he made, sitting hunched powerfully in his saddle, eyes riveted on the road and both hands gripping the handlebars with easy confidence. He had a handsome profile, so dark and masculine and...well, and virile, there was a magical kind of chemistry happening inside her whenever she was with him; a special ingredient that hadn't been there with the other boy's she'd dated, and she knew that she was going to have a difficult time controlling her desires to give him her virginity. Was it Peter that caused this in her, or was it because her own body was developing to maturity and it was time? Time! One of her girl-friends in school had told her that one day you're a girl, and the next you're ready to become a woman, all set for sex and everything, and God help the guy who's around when that happens!
Vicky gritted her teeth, trying to steel her resolve, and she guessed that it truly didn't matter whether it was Peter or herself behind the quivering feelings in her breasts and between her legs. The important thing was that it was present, and that she had to learn how to contain it. Unlike her mother, who obviously never practiced what she liked to preach....
A short while later, Peter MacGregor headed his motorcycle down Pearson Boulevard, off the main highway from suburban Portlawn. They raced through the heart of Rapier City with its gaudy neon signs and busy main strip, Broadway, which was known as the "Gut" to all the teenagers. At the end of the Broadway drag stretched the campus of the city college, the main facilities in a cluster of low brick buildings, the grounds around them well tended and resembling an urban park. Pete and Vicky rode along the looping drive which fronted the buildings, veering to the left and angling toward the camelback-roofed gymnasium, where most of the social as well as sporting events were usually held.
Already the parking area was lined with cars, pickup trucks, customized vans, and other cycles. Vicky recognized Peter's brother's Chevy van parked far off to one side in a dark pocket of shadows formed by overhanging trees. Benji's van was easy to spot, sitting high on oversized tires and painted an outrageously iridescent orange with flame striping all along the sides.
"We're late," she said as they wheeled in to a halt.
"Not by much," Peter replied, helping her off. "Besides, it's not like we're missing anything yet. The joint won't start jumping for another couple hours or so."
They walked to the entrance of the gym, and Vicky could hear music coming from within. At the door she met an elderly couple who were serving as chaperones-an assistant professor of literature and his wife-Dr. & Mrs. Cardigan. After the requisite introductions and showing of tickets, Peter took Vicky's hand and led the way into the gym's main court, where the dance was being held. It was dark and warm there, decorated with ribbon and bunting, with lots of round, candle-lit tables set around the polished "dance" floor. Off to one side, where the inner doors led to the locker rooms, was a "bar" which Peter sadly related sold nothing stronger than soft drinks.
On a temporary podium across from the entrance was a five-piece rock group, obviously local talent, playing with more enthusiasm than professionalism. The music was loud, full of drums and electric guitars, and it filled the gym with an ear-splitting cacophony of pulsating noise. Close by, right in the thick of the blare, was Peter's brother Benjamin and his girlfriend.
"Hey, there they are," Peter said to Vicky, gesturing toward the table. Benji was standing and beckoning to them, smiling broadly, but if the older boy was shouting anything, it was lost over the raucous din around him. Peter and Vicky elbowed their way through the milling throng of dancing couples, who were all gyrating in the modern style of arm-waving, leg-twisting abandonment.
"Hi," Peter greeted his brother and the girl. "Been waiting long?"
Benji shook his head, pointing for them to sit down. "Naw, not really. We got here early so we could get a good table, is all."
"Hello, Pete, Vicky," the girl said warmly. "Cripes, that's a knockout of a skirt. You paint it on?"
"It's a second skin," Vicky cracked back, giggling. She was well acquainted with the girl, Carol Summers, just as she was with Benji, and had grown to feel friendly and at ease with them both. They made a fine couple, she thought: Carol was shorter than Vicky, but made up for that across the breasts, hips, and seat. She was already a voluptuous woman, though likely in coming years she'd begin to sag unless she took extra care to keep in shape. She wasn't fat, merely over proportioned in the parts which traditionally turned men on. She certainly turned Benji on, who was also on the husky side. An inch taller than his brother, Benji looked larger, being heavier and broader with much more a swagger to his personality. He had a gift for gab and a streak of mischief he'd never outgrown, and probably never would, and although he often came on too strong for Vicky's personal taste, she still liked and admired Benji for his devil-may-care personality.
And now Benji turned to Carol, asking: "Wanna rattle your hocks out there?"
"You promised me a drink first."
"Oh yeah, I was just about to go get one, that's right." He glanced at Vicky and Peter. "You want something, too?"
"I'm thirsty after that ride," Vicky admitted. "A 7-up, please."
"Make it two," Peter added. "No, make it three. I'm more parched than she is. They got any munchies over there?"
"Potato chips and some sort of stale corn gizmos."
"I'll have a bag of chips, then."
"None for me," Carol cut in, patting her tummy. "I can't afford it."
"Go on," Benji kidded her. "I'll work it off you in a little while.
They laughed as Benji wormed his way over to the snack bar. When he returned, laden with their orders, he set the cups down on the table and then slyly produced a pint of vodka from inside his shirt. "This'll liven it up!" he declared, and he splashed generous shots in all the drinks. Vicky looked at her doctored 7-Up, hesitating, not really wanting to imbibe. She'd never had much tolerance for alcohol, half a bottle of beer usually giving her the woozies, and she wanted to keep her head straight tonight.
"What's the matter, cherub?" Peter frowned. "You suddenly turned into a teetotaler?"
"Or has your old lady laid down the law?" Benji razzed.
Vicky stared at the cup and in her mind she could hear the high warning voice of her mother: "No, that's the wrong thing to be doing... Be a good girl, my daughter dear..." And then she visualized her writhing and panting in old Mr. Shannon's embrace that afternoon, and the raw hurt and resentment once more welled up inside her. Who was her mother to tell her how to act? Her mother wasn't decent-why should her daughter listen respectfully? No, it was up to Vicky alone to decide whether to take that drink or not. She alone was inescapably responsible now for everything she did, now that her mother had proven herself unworthy and a hypocrite.
"Well..." Vicky faltered, still torn by her ambivalent conscience. Then she remembered how her mother had been drinking heavily when she'd left. Taking this one drink now couldn't possibly do any harm, she figured, and would be a satisfying spit in her mother's eye. She lifted the cup, her expression one of defiance.
"That's it, cherub," Peter laughed. "Open your lips-"
Carol added the next line: "Widen your gums-"
"Look out belly, here it comes!" Benji concluded, and let out an encouraging cheer as Vicky tilted the cup and swallowed. The mixture proved to be very refreshing with no strong taste of liquor, and it easily flowed down her parched throat.
For the next hour, Vicky chattered and danced until her face was flushed and her head swam dizzily to the frenzied beat of the rock group. And all the while she gulped the refreshing vodka-and-7s in quantity, knowing that she was drinking much too much, but not really caring any longer. She was really enjoying herself, and she felt giddy and light-headed and proud of her self-asserted independence from her mother's apron-strings. There was a deep delightful tingling down in her belly, so deep that she couldn't imagine its bottom? She drank another cup-how much vodka did that add up to? Who cared?
"How're you feeling, cherub?" Peter asked her.
"Like I'm flying!" she breathed, rolling her eyes.
"You're smashed!" he laughed, and slapped the table with the palm of his hand as if it were all a tremendously funny joke.
"Better believe it!" Benji chimed in. He turned to leer at Carol, sliding his hand down the wide neck of her peasant blouse. "And how's it going for you, sweet-ass?"
"Fuckin' wild, man!" the girl cackled shrilly. "I wanna 'nuther." She placed her hand on her blouse and squeezed her boyfriend's roving fingers.
It was difficult for Vicky to focus now, but she managed to hold her head still by pressing against her jaws and peering gravely at the others. "Three people with six heads," she said slowly, thickly. "Petey always had two heads, but yours, Benji, yours is new to me." She giggled, her voice rising high and piercing. "An' two hands, Benji! You got two hands on four boobies, Carol has four big titties right in a row!"
"Keep your voice down," Peter warned. "Cardigan will hear us and throw us out for drinking.
That also struck Vicky as funny, and Carol laughed with her. "Him? That scrawny old fart ish going to throw us out?"
"Him and the cops."
"Whups," Benji said, nudging Peter. "Here he comes now."
"So what?" Vicky retorted. "He can smell my breath any ol' time he likes."
"Thas right," Carol added. "Just you bend over and lift up that skirt of yours and give him a real breath to sniff!"
And that set the girls off in fresh gales of giggling.
Cardigan, looking patriarchal and stern, loomed over their table with his hands on his hips. "I believe you should be going."
"We were just leaving, sir," Benji said, standing up.
"Sounds like just in the nick of time," Cardigan snorted.
"I wanna stay!" Carol objected.
"Me too!" Vicky chimed in.
Peter brushed Vicky's chin with an open hand. "C'mon, cherub, let's move on." He said it with gentle insistence. "We've got places to go and things to do."
"Are we being tossed out?" Carol asked indignantly.
"Of course not," Benji grinned. "Just a mutual understanding is all. Isn't that right. Professor Cardigan?"
"If you're planning to pass any course from me, it is."
Cardigan shepherded them through the gym to the entrance where, still frowning, he left them to guard the door, arms folded across his hollow chest. The fresh air hit the two girls like a wet towel in the face. They lurched across the parking lot, holding onto the sides of cars for balance. Behind them, grinning, Benji turned to his brother and joked:
"Look at them, will you? Really big time, eh?"
Peter nodded. "Very."
"Must've been around a lot."
"For years and years."
Vicky clung to Peter for support and tried to look insulted by the snide remarks, but the boy kept changing from one to two, then wavery all over like a poor TV picture. When she tried to think angrily she couldn't, not even of her mother, and she began to laugh. "Where're we going to now?"
"Let's finish the bottle of vodka," Carol suggested.
"Good idea," Benji agreed. "I've got another quart in the back of my van. We can drink there and not get rousted."
They continued through the parking lot, the loud sounds of the college dance fading in the background. Reaching Benji's van, he opened its rear doors with a flourish and gave a mock bow.
"Hop aboard, folks. The Midnight Special's about to leave!"
Carol was the first to scramble in, followed by Peter. The boy helped Vicky crawl in and then guided her into a sitting position along one wall panel, sinking down beside her as Benji climbed in and closed the doors.
It was very dark inside the back of the van, and kind of spooky, Vicky thought. But then Benji switched on some small lamps and the interior took on an atmosphere of a snug comfy hideaway. He had it all fixed up, lavishing much time and money to make it a minor showplace, with thick shag carpeting that resembled real fur, quilted door and side panels of crushed-velvet velour, Plexiglas bubble windows, and a fluorescent black light which illuminated with a soft, intimate blue glow. From a small compact bar, he took some fresh glasses and that additional fifth of vodka he'd promised, this time pouring the alcohol straight and not bothering to mix it with a soft drink or juice.
"Pretty wild, isn't it?" Peter grinned at Vicky.
"Far out," she gasped, for this was the first time she'd been inside Benji's van, and she was highly impressed. She rested her chin on her drawn-up knees, gazing around at the mellow shapes of Benji and Carol as they snuggled close together just a few feet away, and felt Peter's arm encircling her shoulders. He pulled her tightly to him, and the full hard tautness of her budding young breasts pressed against him, his fingers brushing down over the slim soft warmth of her shoulder to within inches of her swelling breasts.
Unconsciously she sipped the vodka which had been pressed into her hand, cuddling in Peter's protective embrace. She felt oddly uneasy and just a little apprehensive, wondering if perhaps she was allowing herself to get into a sticky situation. What if Peter tried to make love to her in here? She had no idea how to get the rear doors open; she'd be trapped! No, that was silly. Benji and Carol were with them, and nothing would happen with the four of them together.
She glanced again at Peter's brother and the girl, hearing the unmistakable rustling of clothes and the heavy panting of breath. She saw that they had sunk to the spongy soft carpeting and were writhing in growing passion as they locked their arms around each other, making soft sounds of kissing and moaning. She felt her breasts tingling with excitement as she watched them, and a strangely pervasive aching started deep within the confines of her vagina. The drugging effect of all the alcohol eased her mind of fear at the sensations that were beginning to slowly kindle into fires of lust, and she snuggled back against Peter as the lewd noises of heavy petting became an increasingly erotic stimulant.
"Cherub...Cherub, you're the one for me..." Peter crooned softly in her ear as his hand moved in tiny circles on her side. Then he shifted his gaze around to her stomach region, almost touching the cups of her brassiere thinking lewdly of her ripening breasts which were pulsating underneath the thin fabric. The image was so strong that he could almost taste it, and as a result his virile penis swelled in his pants, his youthful scrotum throbbing with heatedly impatient sperm until he thought it would explode. He gloated when he saw that Vicky was breathing harshly, moaning with her sparked arousal. Her lips were moist and parted, her eyes lightly shut...
And then he kissed her, hard, mashing his lips down upon hers. She mewled under the pressure of his wetly grinding mouth, but after one panicky moment, she fell limply against him again, savoring his moistly rough lips and darting tongue which wormed hotly into her mouth. She ground her firmly fleshed buttocks down against the luxuriant carpeting, her thighs trembling with growing urgency. The sensual movements caused her tightly stretched panties to dig into her moistening cuntal slit, exciting the bud of her overly sensitive clitoris.
Peter clutched her tighter to him, brazenly moving his hands in greater freedom, guiding his fingers up until they caressed her firmly trembling young breasts. She pressed her thighs tightly together in a futile effort to contain the first small teasers of indecent sensations his massaging fingers were producing, feeling his cupping, squeezing hands all the way down to the sensual valley between her legs.
"No...No, Pete, no please..." Vicky murmured through his kisses, trying to force him to cease by moving away. Her short skirt had hiked up over her hips, exposing her naked young thighs and the white band of her flimsy nylon panties. She tried to pull her skirt down to a more modest length, hoping that in the dim fluorescent black-light, Benji and Carol couldn't see what Peter was doing to her. But eyeing them to make sure she was still safe, she sucked in her breath, shocked with disbelieve!
Carol Summers was sprawled out on the floor of the van now, with both legs spread wide apart and her dress up over her succulent loins. Benji's hand was inside her thin white panties, cupping her pubic mound and stroking his fingers deeply into her vaginal crevice. Carol, unaware or uncaring that she was in blatant display, was grinding her lush buttocks in rhythm to the fingers rummaging in her eagerly splaying cunt. Vicky shivered at the outline of Benji's fingers slipping faster and deeper under the sheer nylon cloth; a warning bell sounding in her subconscious mind. She knew she should call an immediate halt-now-realizing belatedly that Benji and Carol would be no restraining force on Peter's own demands. The other couple would be the exact opposite, goading them both on to surrender to the same lewdly carnal urges!
But before she could muster her wavering defenses, Vicky gasped for breath and squirmed harder against the carpet. Peter had once again moved close beside her, and was busily gliding his hand beneath the frail blouse she wore, sneaking up under one cup of her brassiere to fondle her helplessly quivering left breast. A jolt of terror compounded with illicit excitement shot through her body as he mauled the softness of her firm, warm mound, trapping the tiny nipple harshly between thumb and forefinger. His hand caressed her hardening breast until passionate reverberations palpitated through her blood, and frantically she tried pulling his fingers away, her own hand clamping his above her blouse-and then stayed there of its own volition, refusing to obey her mind's commands, merely lying limp and useless over his kneading fingers. With a mournful sigh of submission, she slumped against her boyfriend, her flesh trembling expectantly for fuller and more intimate touches. A trickle of perspiration rivuleted from between her breasts down her belly and into her pubic hair, its slowly teasing trail causing her to squirm the moist, hair-lined fringes of her warmly responding pussy still harder against the carpeting.
Now other beads of sweat coursed down her body from the heat of her arousal, the humidity of the warm, closed van, and the sensual fire radiating from the couple who undulated before her tortured eyes. All too clearly she could see that Benji's hand was probing still more furiously between Carol Summers' loosely spread thighs, the girl's expression appearing glazed with rapture through the dimness as she ground her voluptuous pussy up against the rapidly dilating fingers. Her wide-necked peasant blouse had been pulled low off her shoulders and was slung underneath her braless breasts, cradling her bare quivering mounds with their ebon-budded nipples. Her flimsy white panties were stretched to the ripping point down around her ankles, and she was twitching and kicking at them in her delirious effort to shake them off and obscenely splay her legs yet wider to the boy's rapidly thrusting fingers. Her own anxious hands were dipping along Benji's embracing body, running frantically over the tight bulging front of his blue jeans.
Vicky bit harder on her lower lip to stifle a groan of building frustration, her forehead covered with a spray of perspiration now from the sight and sound of the openly exposed performance. Another trickle formed in the valley between her maturing breasts that Peter was massaging and kneading into hardness. One of his hands wiped the droplet away as it slid midway and pushed the tight, restricting brassiere up and away from her swollen, aching globes. His fingers cupped her resilient flesh as they rose free, trapping the sensitive nipples and squeezing them until a small, excruciating sensation brought a gasp of pleasure-pain from her, and shuddering, she let the half-empty glass of vodka drop from her nerveless clasp. The liquid soaked into the carpet, totally ignored by her, for now Peter was weaseling his other hand underneath the bunched hem of her skirt along the insides of her thighs.
He was almost to her panties before Vicky found the strength to react, and grasping his wrist tightly, she attempted to hold him back from her secret recesses. But the lust-driven youth moved deeper by sheer force, and soon was caressing the softness of her lower abdomen and warm mound of her eager loins. The wretched thought surged through her drunken mind that he was going to take her panties off and touch her there between her tightly pressed thighs, just as his brother was fingering Carol's pussy, and Vicky struggled to find the will-power to resist it happening. But her blood boiled too heatedly, and his fingers felt so wickedly nice, she could only undulate her trembling hips with the rising tide of passion that was roaring unabated through her nubile flesh.
"Peter... Ohhhh, Peter...!" she moaned as his roving hand finally reached the damp softness of her panty crotch. His outstretched middle finger snaked beneath her elastic leg band, reaching the spot no one except herself had ever touched before, and then he was gently stroking the wet, hair-lined lips of her vaginal crest until they spasmed from the wantonly lurid sensations. Vicky involuntarily raised her buttocks, rotating her sex-innocent cunt wider apart so he could move his hand more freely into her panties. Soon he was teasing the moistly pink folds of her inner pussy, parting her soft, tender flesh carefully with his hand until he was able to make delicious contact with her throbbing clitoris. Her mind screamed with delight, and moaning submissively, she wrapped her arms around his neck, trailing warm kisses across his lust-contorted face. There was an odd sensation of weightlessness as Peter moved, and then Vicky's drunken brain caught on to what he wanted of her. Even as she was telling herself not to, she was lifting her quaking buttocks off the carpet, allowing the handsome youth to slowly peel her wetly stained panties down...down her trembling thighs and legs...down off her feet. He tossed them beside her discarded shoes, where they lay-a crumpled white flag of her surrender.
Then, as he lay down alongside her and began to tease and caress her defenselessly exposed vagina, something snapped within Vicky's tormented mind, and she made one final effort to stave off his ultimate conquest of her purity.
"I won't," she gasped, whimpering soulfully. "I can't, Peter, don't make me!"
"You'll really be begging," he replied with a harsh, sardonic laugh. "But it won't be for stopping, cherub-but for fucking!"
"Never! Don't say such awful things!" she wailed, tears of fear and shame flowing from her eyes. "I'm not that kind of girl!"
"All girls are that kind-if they're honest with themselves." Again he snickered with lewd glee. "You want me, you know deep down in your soul you want me. Just like Carol wants Benji...."
"Never, never, never," the distraught girl babbled, her attention drawn back to the other couple as Peter referred to them. She gaped with astonishment when she viewed what was now taking place nearby on the van's carpeting, her own fervent denials sounding increasingly hollow and meaningless the longer she stared at them. She blinked her eyes that were already foggy from her passion and the drinking, trying to bring them into focus to assure herself she was merely hallucinating. But she was not.
Benji and Carol were completely nude, their clothing strewn helter-skelter around them. Carol was lying on her back with her curvaceous legs raised high in the air, her feet pressing flat against the headliner of the van, and Benji slid around until his head was between her vee splayed thighs, his face even with her wide-open cunt. Vicky thought she saw his tongue lash out snake-like and disappear into her wildly trembling vagina as coarse mewing noises began emitting from the girl's straining throat.
"Ohhh lover, lover, lick it... Ahhh, that's right, that's so good..." Vicky heard the girl cry out. "Ohhh, lick my twat...!"
The salacious sights and sounds were mesmerizing, and Vicky found they were effecting her even more erotically than before: She felt a strangely wanton quivering up between her own thighs, while Peter's fingers still played with her moistly hot pussy. She could see Benji's tongue clearer as she squinted, seeing how it worked slavishly at the lubricious valley of Carol's cunt, and she could see the contortions of lust on the girl's face above the white mountains of her shivering breasts. A rash of goosebumps rippled across Vicky's tender skin, making her nipples ache in hardness, and she clenched her eyes tightly shut to blot out the immoral sight which was creating such temptations in her mind.
"Eat me... Ohhhh, eat my twat good...!" Carol whined, writhing her hips frantically at the wickedly lapping tongue burrowing mercilessly at her black-haired loins. "Shove your finger in there! Yeah... Oh yeah, lover! Ohh, stick it right up my asshole, you know it sets me wild...!"
Vicky found it hard to breathe now, the rasping that came from her own lungs sounding like sandpaper in her ears. Her mouth was hot and dry, and the prurient emotions billowing up between her naked thighs caused her to clamp them tightly together, squeezing Peter's hand in her wetness and stirring still greater sensations. She found herself dreaming of Peter doing the same perverted acts upon her as he continued stroking her pubic mound, and sensuously she wished he would fuck her, right here... right here and right now, the moment in which she was spellbound with lewd fascination.
"I... I'm cumming, lover... Ohhhhh...!" Gurgling from the throes of her orgasm, Carol writhed and heaved her saliva-glistening pussy up against Benji's slithering tongue rubbing her cunt around and around against his nose and lips and drooling chin. Her voice finally crooned off into a weird little wail and she fell back to lie quivering on the carpet, smiling with fulfillment.
Benji lowered her legs and raised himself up over her, kneeling in front of Carol's face with his knees straddling her head on either side. His long, rigid penis stood out in the van's dim light like a massive rod of steel. He had his hand firmly around its shaft, rubbing the gleaming blunt head softly against her moistly parting lips. Vicky saw Carol's face come eagerly forward as he thrust his hips at her, and the huge crown of his cock slid deeply within the confines of her hollowing mouth. He tangled his fingers in her hair as she began a gentle sucking motion, her tightly ovaling lips clinging to Benji's massive penis each time he withdrew and speared forward again. She watched transfixed as Carol reached between his wide-spread thighs and fondled the softness of his testicles in her palms, stroking them lovingly as she sucked voraciously on his rhythmically sawing cock. In the soft glow of the van's fluorescent lighting his penis appeared to Vicky like a wetly reflecting battering-ram pounding methodically in and out of the girl's hungrily nibbling mouth. Again, she caught the salacious mewls and grunts of pleasure-Abruptly, an electric-like spasm seared through Vicky, bringing her back to her own plight, as Peter threw her flat on the carpet, groaning with his own pent-up arousal. His hands commenced to explore her naked body, caressing the fleshy swell of her jutting breasts and prowling devilishly over her trembling thighs, brushing the velvety pubic hair of her cringing loins until she thought she would die from the heat and pressure growing between her legs. His hands followed every tormented motion she made, until his fingers caught and splayed the tender lips of her desire-moistened vagina. His mouth pressed tightly upon hers again, and the hopelessly aroused young virgin ground her pink tongue into the hot wetness of his mouth, unable to contain her emotions as she writhed, impaled upon his fingers.
Suddenly she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper, and then Peter was out of his pants and shorts. She heard him breathing harshly at the sight of his own nakedness, and for the first time in her life she felt a male organ hotly throbbing against the smooth flesh of her hip. His fingers continued to assault her tingling passage, digging deeper and deeper even while she was grinding her naked buttocks down into the furry carpet in an effort to escape his determined onslaught.
"No, no, no," she muttered and the word ricocheted around the walls of her drunken mind, for she knew it was already too late.
And then Peter was moving up over her, removing his fingers from the wet confines of her clasping pussy and leaving her virginal little cunt on fire. His rigid penis glided along the furrow of her inner thighs, dangerously close to the sensitive pink flesh of her yearning cunt as he rolled atop her. She could feel a warm stickiness on her pubic hair and wondered if he had cum, yet his cock was still erect and hard. It must be the lubrication men produce, she thought crazily...
"Cherub, this is it," he cooed in her ear. "This is what we've both been wanting, waiting for all this time..."
Peter shoved forward.
Vicky felt the lips around her hungry vagina spreading open. The elastic tightness of her hymen-of her sacred virginity-resisted the first flesh invasion. Peter flexed again, driving harder at the entrance to her womb. The hymen suddenly tore loose, giving way before his cruel pressuring, and the pain was sharp, and she mechanically resisted for a moment, emitting a long low groan from within her chest. Warm blood gushed from the wound and pooled on the carpet, wetting her spasming buttocks with the stain of her defeat.
He shoved again-a deeper groan-and then he rammed forward, sinking all of his lust-inflated cock until his balls slapped tightly against her defensively clenching anus. Vicky screwed herself down on the wet carpet in an attempt to escape the savage impalement, her legs jerking out wide, kicking futilely into the dark air.
"Peter! Peeeter, noooo...!" she squealed, not caring if Benji and Carol could hear, not caring about anything except the pain which was burning deep in her belly. But Peter pinned her down with his body and arms, and his burrowing cock sunk in again, then again, deeper and deeper with each rampaging thrust. The fiery plunging shaft was alive inside her! The rubbery tip pressing against her cervix, the rock-hard shaft burgeoning against the sensitive walls of her vagina... it was all a part of her and she was one with it in spite of the pain! Her tongue started a wild licking of her lips, and she flexed her cuntal muscles in an effort to relieve some of the pressure, but only inciting Peter on to greater and harsher plowings of her vainly resisting passage.
Slowly the pain began to recede, giving way to a flame of tingling sensations which started in her womb and seeped relentlessly through the raw nerve ends of her flesh. "Ohhh," she whimpered, baring her teeth. "Ohhhh," she groaned again, holding her breath as his buried cock stabbed her again, stretching her newly defiled orifice further apart with pleasure now instead of agony. "Ohhhh Peter, Peter... Ohhhh God!"
The boy could feel her beginning to respond to his seduction, her wet cunt softly opening and closing around his member. He initiated lengthy hard strokes into her increasingly aroused loins; the full 'throbbing length of his incited cock sinking again and again into her ravaged vagina. His shoulders pushed against her and kept her secured in that helpless position as he battered like a machine gun into her. Moaning and mewling, Vicky began to thrust up against him, rotating her hips with urgent quick motions, the juices of her now eagerly welcoming pussy flowing freely down the insides of her voluntarily spread thighs. Her nails gouged a path down his back, and she drew his thick wet tongue voraciously in her mouth, swallowing it greedily as she squirmed and skewered, turning her head to one side so she could dazedly watch Carol sucking Benji to his climax.
Vicky began to thrust up against him, rotating her hips with urgent quick motions, the juices of her now eagerly welcoming pussy flowing freely down the insides of her voluntarily spread thighs. Her nails gouged a path down his back, and she drew his thick wet tongue voraciously in her mouth, swallowing it greedily as she squirmed and skewered, turning her head to one side so she could dazedly watch Carol sucking Benji to his climax.
"Get set, sweet ass!" she heard Benji grunt at the girl, and Vicky stared intensely as he pummeled her mouth, groaning while he spewed his semen down her rapidly swallowing throat. She could see Carol's tightly clinging lips milking the huge ejaculating shaft for all its delicious seed, quaking wildly beneath Benji as a signal of her own orgiastic upheaval. Thick white liquid oozed from her ovaling lips and trickled down her cheeks, thin trails of sperm gleaming against her skin and beading the carpet beneath her head. The swiftly deflating cock slipped from her greedy mouth with a sucking sound that echoed lewdly through the van, Benji still lost in the craze of his release as he continued chanting mindlessly:
"Cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming..."
"I... I'm cumming tooo...!" Vicky blurted in her frenzy, her passion stimulated even more by the vision of the climactic abandonment so close around her. With a last deep-throated cry, her body began to quake uncontrollably, torrents of fluids gushing from her pulsating pussy and immersing Peter's spearing cock as he reached his own frantic peak. Vicky felt a new sweet pain in her vagina as the head of his cock suddenly flared into a size which threatened to mangle her inner organs. It began to spurt! She could feel the delicious hot liquid soaring into her belly like molten streams of fire, the very pores of her cuntal valley opening receptively to it, oozing forth their own enraptured response. It was magnificent! She was going out of her mind with ecstasy! She mustn't ever let it stop!
"Fill me! Oh fill me up, Peter!" she screamed while the seething walls of her conquered pussy sucked ravenously at the jerking penis. Finally it did stop, despite her fervent wishes, his rampaging erection offering one last convulsive spurt...and then Peter fell forward, sighing with exhausted contentment while her heated vaginal walls continued to pulsate around his now softening cock.
Vicky also lay in quivering stillness, her legs feeling like rubber on either side of the boyish torso locked between her ravaged thighs. But though her body lay drained of energy, her mind was slowly returning to sober reality, and in misery, she realized the dying wake of her orgasm was bringing on an aftermath of shame and disgust. She stared with humiliation at the handsome seducer who finally wreaked his will on her, watching him gaze, with pride and limpid satiation. Remorse and fear-primarily- clotted in her throat.
She had let herself go and had been sucked into a tidal whirlpool of sensuality through anger and arousal. Anger at her mother, a way of hitting back at the hurt and anguish which had been eating away her insides since that affair with Mr. Shannon; arousal at the hands and body of a boyfriend she thought she could love and trust, and his obviously depraved brother and his equally bawdy lover. And now it was over. She was no longer a virgin. She had nurtured a dream of honeymoon privacy as her husband tenderly, patiently taught her the purpose of physical love... Well, that dream had been corrupted tonight. She had not had the honeymoon, nor the privacy, nor the husband, nor even tender patience. The dream hadn't exactly turned into a nightmare, but it certainly hadn't left her with a sense of self-being. She was a confused, frightened little girl.
She wriggled awkwardly from under Peter, who rolled on his side and propped himself up on one elbow to gaze at her. She averted her eyes, huddling in shameful silence for a long moment. Peter, now subdued from sexual frenzy, looked at her quizzically, then frowned. "Hey, you okay?"
"Fine. Great. Just peachy-keen," she answered in a dull voice. "Take me home."
"Vicky-"
"I mean it, Peter. If you won't I'll get out and walk."
"Listen," he said, trying to placate her, his voice dripping with false chagrin, "it happened. I got carried away, and it just happened. I'm sorry, really I am."
"It's not your fault," the girl sobbed. "I should've stopped us sooner." She realized even in her hysteria that a male's sex drive was savage and swift, and that she hadn't done enough to calm it down and control his advances. She felt guilt-ridden and humiliated, and wanted to do nothing more than go home to bed. Alone.
Peter sighed, studying her with growing irritation. The silly little bitch had gotten screwed half to death and loved every minute of it, and now she was acting like she'd been ruined for life. The Fate Worse Than Death ploy, that's what she was trying to pull on him, and she was making him look asinine in front of his brother and Carol. He glanced toward the other couple, and saw that they were so engrossed in new fucking that they weren't noticing any of this embarrassing argument with Vicky. Thank Christ for that!
Otherwise, he'd never live down Benji's razzing.
He turned back to Vicky, seeing that she was trying to clean his sticky seed from where it was oozing from her inflamed vagina, using her pair of soiled panties as an emergency rag. The view of her swollen, ruby-colored cuntal lips drenched with his cum sent reviving sensations racing up his spent body. He'd teach her to play the martyred innocent, he vowed; damned if he wouldn't when he got the next chance to ram his cock into that moistly parted slit and lay his load in her! Well, tonight was shot, that was for sure, but possibly if he buttered her up now, he could get another try in a day or so. Swallowing his antagonism and restored arousal, he turned and began gathering his clothes together.
"Sure, cherub, sure. Anything you say. Only...Only hell, I don't want this to be the end of it."
"I... I don't know, Peter. After this-"
"That's just it, Vicky. You've got to admit it proves how much we care for each other."
"Yes, I suppose it does..." She considered what he was saying, and the contriteness of his voice punctured any resentment she might have fostered against him. "Alright, Peter, we'll keep on going out together." She smiled tentatively, touching his cheek. "But let's keep things cool from now on...Cool and clean."
"Sure," the boy said, rubbing his hand comfortingly along her bare leg. "Sure we will. Cool as an iceberg..."
CHAPTER FIVE
"It's still awful early," Peter MacGregor said hopefully as Vicky climbed off his motorcycle.
She shook her head, weary but adamant. "No Peter, it's late. Very late. Maybe even too late."
"Now don't talk that way," he rebuked mildly. "We only made love, after all, not murdered somebody."
"Shh," Vicky cautioned, holding a slim finger to her lips. "The light's on in the house, so Mother's probably still awake. She's got ears like a hawk." The girl rummaged in her purse, finding her house key, and then gave Peter a sidelong glance. "Would you promise me something?" she asked softly, hesitantly.
"What?"
"Don't...Don't every take another girl in Benji's van."
Peter leaned from where he was sitting astraddle his motorcycle, grinning as he affectionately ruffled Vicky's blonde hair. "Hey, cherub, have some faith. There ain't going to be any other girl for me."
"You're sure?"
"Pos-i-tively!"
"Forever!" she sighed, feeling the reassurance she so desperately needed and was so afraid to ask for. It made their act less sordid, her gift of virginity worthy and meaningful. She stood motionless on the sidewalk as Peter carefully rode away with a minimum of noise. Then, turning slowly, she started up the walk to her front porch, the cycle's exhaust rumbling off in the distance.
How did she feel? she asked of her self while inserting the key in the latch. Physically she felt fine. Wonderful, in fact, with her muscles and nerves in an ambivalent mixture of satiation and excitement. Her tender pussy still tingled and was wetly sensitive from the savage assault she'd endured. Now that she had tasted forbidden fruit she hungrily yearned for more. Yet mentally she was enmeshed in guilt and humiliation for her abandonment, still mortified for having allowed herself to become aroused by Benji and Carol's lewd perversions, and then succumbing to Peter's hardened penis. Compounding her shame, she realized that even now her blood was simmering with exciting little spasms of desire. My God, it was all too much for her think about rationally, at least not yet, not until she'd had a good rest and a chance to get over it.
She gripped the door handle, sucking in her breath to calm herself. She prayed that she'd gotten all of Peter's hot thick semen off her pubes and inner thighs, and that her clothes weren't in such disarray that they'd flunk an inspection. Hoping that in spite of the living room light, her mother had fallen asleep after drinking too much, Vicky quietly slipped inside the house. She felt she was in no condition to face any sharp questioning, and sighed with relief when she saw that the living room was empty. Good...Her mother had evidently gone to bed after all, and simply forgotten to turn off the lights on the way.
And yet...Vicky frowned, looking about and thinking how strange things appeared. Drinks were on the coffee table, two of them, half finished, and clothing was strewn on the floor as if hastily discarded. That certainly wasn't like her mother, who was neat and tidy, and always nagging at her to pick up after herself.
Giving the messy room a backward glance, Vicky skirted the kitchen and started down the hallway to her bedroom. She padded on tiptoes as she neared her mother's room, wanting to silently bypass it and not disturb her. But then Vicky noticed that the door was open just a crack, and that weird noises were filtering out from the other side. Soft and repetitive were the sounds, peculiar creaking and twanging as if for some crazy reason her mother were jouncing on the bed like it was a trampoline. Was she drunkenly trying to exercise? Well, whatever she was up to, it was obvious that she was wide awake. Oh God, Vicky thought, now I'll have to say goodnight or get bitched at in the morning.
Reflexively brushing the front of her skirt, the timid girl reached for the doorknob. A harsh male grunt came from within! Vicky hesitated, holding her breath with sudden trepidation. Who was in there with Mother? There was another groan and then some odd slurring and slapping, and bewildered, Vicky stepped away, trying to fathom what was going on. And then she breathed with relief, an answer suddenly occurring to her. It's Daddy, she figured happily. He's the only one it could be! Daddy's back!
Infused with love and eagerness, Vicky smiled cherubically and returned to the door. Oh, what a wonderful surprise! She hoped she wasn't too late and that Daddy wasn't already preparing for bed-Daddy always got upset if she interrupted him while changing clothes or taking a bath-for now Vicky really wished to say goodnight. She'd better take one quick peek inside to see if they were still decent, and if they were, she'd rush in and give Daddy the biggest, bestest hug and kiss he'd ever had!
Slightly crouching, Vicky tensed expectantly as she silently slid the bedroom door open. Darkness hid the sight for a few seconds, and then her sparkling eyes accustomed themselves to the dim shadows, highlighted by spillage of the living room lights behind her. The puzzling sounds of groans and creaking continued unabated, punctuated now by whimpering and high-pitched sighs. Then Vicky saw-and almost fainted in horror!
There was her mother, no question as to who the naked woman on the bed was! But the man heaving on top of her wasn't Daddy! Vicky wanted to rash in and tear them apart, to claw and bite and scream-but shock and horror held her riveted to the thresh-hold of the door. She found herself like a frozen statue, unable even to close her eyes and blot the depraved scene from her eyes, just as a short while before she'd been hypnotized by the sight of Benji and Carol rutting like perverted beasts. Only this time it was worse, a thousand times worse! This was her mother! Not some promiscuous girl she happened to be friends with, but her own mother! With some strange man she'd evidently picked up in the few hours that Vicky had been away!
"Fuck back, you sweet piece of ass, fuck back, fuck back..."
The stranger's obscene commands burned Vicky's ears, and then she reeled under the impact of hearing her mother panting in lewd response: "Yes, oh yes, ram me with your hot cock, Sam...!"
Sam?
Sam MacGregor!
With a sudden flash of insight, Vicky recognized the lecherous man pumping insanely into her mother. She hadn't recognized him with his clothes off, but given the clue of his name, there was no longer any doubt in the shattered girl's mind. It was Peter's father! Mr. MacGregor was on the bed, locked between her mother's legs in the vulgar embrace of intercourse!
Every detail of their lurid coupling was etched on Vicky's tormented vision. The foot of the swaying bed was pointed directly at the doorway, so that she was able to see Mr. MacGregor's penis disappearing and reappearing with every cruel thrust he made into her. She could see the muscles standing out on her mother's thighs, and the thinly parted pubic hairs as they grazed teasingly against the hard thickness of his fleshy, glistening shaft. My God, she'd never witnessed such a spectacle of unadulterated debauchery before-for although the sordid display performed in Benji's van had been terrible enough, this wanton performance was inexcusably involving her own mother! Daddy was right! Her mother was a slut, a nymphomaniac rolling with any neighborhood man who'd be interested! What a bunch of crap all her talk had been about never having been fucked by another man while being married-to Daddy! There she was in her true light, a hypocritical whore!
Again the awestruck girl tried to break away, but the immoral scene seemed to shackle her motionless the longer she watched it. It was fracturing the crust of her immature control, her own introduction to sex less than an hour before helping to undermine her normal restraints. She discovered to her lament that instead of being physically sick with revulsion, she was listening and staring at the depraved mating with an erotic light-feathered quivering in her stomach and loins. The worming tingle continued to grow, almost as if...as if she were becoming excited by seeing her mother get fucked! Oh God, no... This can't be happening to me...
Yet it was...and as Vicky watched in terrified fascination, the same loss of control which had surrendered her to Peter now once again began to melt away. The gleaming expanse of MacGregor's erection screwed lubricious into her mother's wetly accepting pussy, and unconsciously the daughter identified with how her mother felt. recalling the exquisite sensations the man's son had created in her a short while before. She could empathetically experience each surge of hard cock in her own flushed vagina, and as her mother moaned and writhed, seductive shivers rippled across Vicky's now heaving breasts, making her nipples distend and ache.
Her right hand slid down along her trembling body, down to the flat plane of her stomach to her skirt, then up underneath to where the sensitive lips of her nubile pussy were swelling with perverse arousal. Passion was flowing unchecked through her loins, and unable to contain herself, she placed her other hand on one breast, rubbing her thumb and forefinger gently around the bra-encased nipple the way Peter had done previously. Her own heavy breathing went unheard by the thrashing couple, and emboldened by her desires, she gathered up her skirt and slowly slipped to the floor, sprawling wide-legged as she propped her back against the wall so she could continue watching. She was bare beneath her skirt, having thrown away her semen-soaked panties after she'd cleaned herself in the van, and now she exposed her naked thighs and moist pink cuntal hole to the same din light that was illuminating the lovers for her. Splaying her thighs, she lowered her hand to her throbbing vaginal lips, fingering her clitoris and the sensitive pink flesh of her pussy as she had so many times before. Only this time she knew she was sinning far more than in the past, for this time she wasn't playing with herself in private. This time she was masturbating while viewing her mother being fucked.
"Ohh you hot bitch," she heard Sam grunt with passion. "I'm going to make you cum, I'm going to make you cum damn good!"
"Yes, do it, do it," her mother pleaded as he pummeled his cock into her faster and faster. "Make me cum with you...!"
Rubbing her own precocious cunt harder and harder, Vicky saw that Mr. MacGregor was no longer able -to restrain his building ardor. Her mother's gyrating pelvis locked around him, opening up to him as a receptacle for his burning sperm, her naked body convulsing with spasms. Vicky slid her fingers in and out, teasing her hardening clitoris, feeling wave after wave of consuming pleasure in concert with the pounding, shuddering couple heaving on the bed.
"I'm...I'm... cu... cumminggg....!" Alice Henderson screamed, her voice rising from a choking whisper to a shout that echoed in Vicky's ears. Her words, and furious contractions around Sam's fast-driving cock, triggered his own orgasm, his body moving of its own wild volition, lunging and fucking up into her.
"I'm right there with you, oh go, go go....!" He wasn't even sure he was coherent, nor did he care as he felt a sudden rush of hot viscous fluid surging upwards from his spasming testicles, and then spew into the sucking sheath of her cunt.
Want to cum...want to cum too... the daughter's crazed brain chanted, imagining
Peter's grinding cock inside her. Once again that night, Vicky saw white creamy liquid cascading around tightly clasping flesh, this time foaming from her mother's pink vaginal lips and running down her smooth inner thighs to the sheets below. And this time, her own climax was set off by the obscene vision itself, her vagina filling with orgasmic secretions until they driveled down her own trembling wet lips to the hallway floor. She strained in her release until she thought her limbs would break, squeezing her tender cunt with both hands over and over in a spasmodic tempo. Then, drained and exhausted, the girl collapsed the rest of the way on the floor, breathing harshly.
Peering through dulled eyes and hearing through ringing ears, she made out her mother and Mr. MacGregor cradling each other in their naked arms, still oblivious that they were being spied upon.
"You...want more, Alice?" MacGregor asked in a pant.
"Ohhh, Sam! Sam, what have you done to me?"
"I've awakened you. I've brought out the woman in you."
"You feel so good, so good..."
MacGregor chuckled smugly, grinning down at her like a conquering warrior. "Then tell me, Alice. Tell me what you want me to do to you again!"
"Fuck me!" the sex-crazed mother groaned helplessly. "Fuck me and fuck me and fuck meeee...!"
His deflated cock already hardening under the obscene imploring of Alice beneath him, MacGregor did not delay but instantly began pumping into her once more with long, hard strokes. His gleaming wet penis slid in and out of her now overflowing pussy like a well-oiled piston, his testicles smacking rhythmically into the wetted crevice of her wide-spread buttocks.
"Ahhhh!" Alice sighed with rapture as his welcoming fuck resumed. Her gratefully trembling cunt flowered open and swallowed the whole of his now fully erect cock with each heated plunge it made. The bedsprings groaned loudly as she entwined her legs around his muscular thighs and struggled urgently in tempo with him.
The noise of naked, sweat-soaked flesh smacking moistly from newly resurgent coupling jarred young Vicky back to her senses. Her own climax having temporarily salved her driving urges, she paused, cringing, with her fingers still glued between her legs. Then slowly she removed them, her whole being once more clammy with dread and loathing. Straightening on shaky legs, she let her skirt fall back to cover her shame, staring for a final moment at her mother being fucked more viciously with each passing second. Abruptly she turned and stumbled blindly down the hall. Tears of abject hurt and humiliation showered down her cheeks as she lurched out the front door and let it swing silently shut behind her. Just as the door closed, she heard a loud shrieking plea for cock, her mother obviously humping out of control again under the carnal drubbings of Mr. MacGregor. And just as obviously, they'd be at it for the rest of the night.
But what of her? Where could she go at this time of night? Certainly not back in that house, not ever again, not after having seen her mother being ravished by Peter's father. And the remembrance of her own wicked reaction brought fresh tears to Vicky's eyes. What could she do? She'd left her purse behind with what little money she had, and now she couldn't get back inside if she wanted to. The door key was in her purse. She didn't even know where her daddy was, so she couldn't run to him for protection.
No, Vicky had to' think of something-somebody-else.
Peter!
The idea came to her in a lightning stroke. He'd understand if anyone would, and besides, he had a right to know about it. After all, his father was involved just as much as her mother. She'd walk down to the filling station near the highway and use the pay phone to call Peter. He'd come and fetch her, she was sure he would...only, damn! She didn't have so much as a dime for the call! She'd have to hitchhike when she reached the highway, that was the only solution, and just pray somebody nice gave her a ride into Rapier City where his apartment was.
Without a second thought, Vicky began walking impatiently down the quiet suburban street, feeling she owed her mother nothing, neither loyalty nor love. Peter was the only one she had left in spite of his seduction of her that evening. She had to make him help her, for she knew somehow the entire course of her life was radically altered now. Oh God, why did she have to catch her mother committing adultery? Nothing-nothing ever could be the same again!
CHAPTER SIX
Completely unaware that her daughter had seen her with Sam MacGregor, Alice Henderson cried out deliriously while the man hammered into her, bringing her to her third or fourth-or was it her fifth?-shattering orgasm. Beads of perspiration dotted her satiny flesh, and she strained for her latest climax, just as she had for the seeming eternity she'd been fucked by him, all of her existence wrapped up in MacGregor's talented cock buried deep in her cunt, pulsating with abandonment. She no longer possessed any shame, any pride, any sense of reality...only the monstrously lewd sensations she was obscenely begging the man to continue.
"Ohhh, fuck me! Fuck me!" The foul language burst from her swollen lips, and the thought of her total subjugation to MacGregor's smutty demands excited her further, and she groaned and pulled her buttocks tighter against his own surging loins. The naked mother heaved with the intensity of her unleashed passions, the earlier climaxes forgotten as if they'd never occurred, in the intense rapture which was spiraling freshly through her body.
Christ, MacGregor thought as he jammed into her with ever-increasing force, he'd never run into such a tigress before! She was insatiable, it seemed, exploding under him and then hurtling herself wildly at him for more, ever more. It was as if he'd fed her some secret aphrodisiac the way she demanded more cock. He grunted and strained above her, feeling the walls of her milking vagina seep the warm, sticky fluids of her coming orgasm. She arched high off the bed and pressed herself against his pubic mound, rotating with rekindled fire.
"God...God... Don't let this ever stop!" she squealed. "Whore... Bitch... Slut... She was all of those and worse at that moment. She was a woman! A full-blooded woman twisting in the buildup of her latest release. "I'm cumming again, you bastard! Ohhhh, you're making me cum again...! Ahhhhhhh.....!"
She bucked under MacGregor, maddeningly, wantonly, uncontrollably, and abruptly his plunging cock stiffened and spewed still another load of white hot sperm far up into the already inundated cavern of her ravaged belly. A shudder of delight surged through her raw, nerve-tingling body, her breasts quivering up against the pressure of his masculine chest, their hard nipples digging into him like buttons on a coat. She fucked back insanely until her climax poured over her like a breathtaking tidal wave of elation, roaring through her muscle-clenching loins, the lips of her bruised cunt sucking his erection, her breath rasping in short, frenzied gasps as the powerful sensations rocketed through her.
Alice's firm body fell back on the bed, her thighs still trembling from the eruption of her passions. Never had such joy existed! Her flesh was fulfilled at last!
"Hot damn," MacGregor husked as he rolled from her. sliding his deflating penis from her cunt. "I guess you've had it for awhile, Alice?"
She was only able to moan in reply, everything a soporific daze in the aftermath, a lovely lavender fog of oblivion. The years of her sexual deprivation had taken their toll, making her utterly abandoned once she'd allowed herself to let go, and in a fury of excess, she'd tried to make up for her unwanted, forced celibacy in one magnificent night of orgy. Now, for the moment, she was satiated, and as Sam rose from the bed and padded out to the bathroom, she felt a blissful sense of detachment, a flooding lethargy which made her drift... She couldn't open her eyes past mere slits, and it seemed as though her limbs were severed from her torso. It was so divine just to lie there, drifting....
Then abruptly the import of what she'd been doing seared through her foggy mind, and she thought of where she was and who'd been with her, and of the thick hard penis which had been so recently spewing semen inside her vagina. She realized with dawning horror precisely how immoral and wicked she was, committing adultery in her own marital bed with the father of her daughter's boyfriend. Her body had not only betrayed her tonight, but had forced her to search out and repeat her disgraceful actions, and tears of abject dejection brimmed her eyes with self-incrimination.
"Ohhh," she groaned, the traces of her sleepiness vanishing as she abruptly sat up. "Ohhh, no I didn't! I didn't!"
Alice staggered from the wetly stained bed, thinking perhaps it had all been a scurrilous nightmare. She lurched against her dresser and stared at the mirror that hung above it. "No, no," she moaned thickly. "It has to be a bad dream, it just has to be!"
Yet heavy lines marred her fresh, clear skin, and her eyes were sunk deeply as if she'd aged a decade in the last few hours. She gazed down at her naked body and saw the mass of burnished marks and rose-colored bruises around her breasts and inner thighs. Her rich, pink-tipped breasts were nearly raw, and her battered loins ached dull and throbbing. Gentle exploration of her swollen vagina proved to be sharply painful, and the golden-colored curls of her pubic hair were matted with the secretions of multiple cummings. She gripped the edge of the dresser from the acute spasm of pain which lanced through her torn pussy and up her belly as she moved her finger along its sensitive furrow in building horror.
"Oh God, it's true..." Her eyes puddled anew at the thought she might be pregnant...a fitting punishment for being the harlot her husband considered her to be.
Then the toilet flushed and the naked Sam MacGregor entered the bedroom, his cock swaying limply against his large, hairy scrotum. "I don't know about you, Alice," he said heartily, coming up and cupping one breast familiarity, "but I've got to take a breather. You've worn my pecker to a frazzle."
"Ohhh," the mother wailed, wrenching herself away from his grasp.
"What's eating you? You liked it, didn't you?"
"Of course I did," she replied bitterly. "I proved that enough times, didn't I?"
"Well, it'll get even better, I promise."
"No! No, there can't be another time, Sam."
"Why not? You're not angry with me, are you?"
"No," Alice said. "I'm quite satisfied with you. You were very good, and I'll remember tonight for as long as I live, but it's finished. I... mustn't ever see you again this way."
"What's the matter, afraid that Dale will find out? What if he should? You don't want that eunuch of a husband back again, I know you don't. Wake up, Alice! Get somebody worthy of you."
She couldn't answer, the anguish of her betrayal of everything she ever felt was right and proper made words gag in her throat.
"Or maybe it's Vicky," MacGregor went on. "Maybe you're afraid your daughter wouldn't approve of me as your lover. I don't know why the hell not, considering she's going with my son."
"Sam," Alice finally managed to say, "Sam, I don't want Dale, you're right about that. And yes, I've got to take my daughter's considerations very seriously. I've only this one chance to show her that I love her and that her father is wrong about me, only this... tonight... proves that Dale was right, too. I... I want you to forget what happened between us. I've never been with another man before except, my husband, and I..."
She choked, unable to continue, her mind too confused and miserable to sort out her disparaging thoughts. She wanted a drink, her throat parched and arid, a drink to steady her nerves and give her a few seconds of respite. "L-Let's go in the living room, Sam. I... I must have something to drink."
"Be my guest," he said, giving her an exaggerated bow and sweep of his hand. "It's your gin."
She stumbled naked down the hall, picking up her half-empty glass from the coffee table in front of the couch. Sam retrieved his drink and stood staring at her nudity with a lascivious gaze. She lowered the glass, burning with shame, feeling dirty and filthy in her exposure.
"Don't look at me that way," she pleaded. "I feel enough like a slut already."
"But why? Why can't you relax and enjoy your God-given body? When you made love with me, you were wild, a regular nymph. Why do you have to act so cold after being so hot?
Alice sipped her drink, finding that she was enjoying its taste and the removal of the chill from her bones. "Maybe it's the way I was brought up, Sam. My parents always told me so; Dale always told me so; even Vicky holds what I did with Jim Sahnnon against me as if I were perverted and sex were ugly. Or maybe..."
"Yes?"
"Maybe it's the fact that I'm old-fashioned at heart, Sam. That I do believe that sex should be savored for couples in love, and not merely used as a way to scratch an itch."
MacGregor put his glass down and came to her, placing his strong arms around her and gently nestling her to his chest. He brushed her hair with his lips, bending to kiss the nape of her neck, and then whispered in her ear: "Then let's be in love."
"Don't, Sam, oh please don't toy with me!"
"I'm not," he said, and for one of the few times that evening, he was fervently telling the truth. "You've got warmth, affection, loyalty-every fine quality a man could desire. You've certainly been truer for a longer time to that prick-less husband of yours than any other wife I've ever heard about, and I think you're chastising yourself needlessly now that you've given in to your natural femininity. You're not a round-heels, believe me, I know those types all too well. You've been guarding your virtue all these years wiih an almost furious intensity, and now that you've capitulated, you enjoyed your physical senses with similar intensity. Don't confuse promiscuity with passion."
"And you, Sam?"
"Me? Well, I can't deny that I want you for your body. I have since we first met, I did when I came over here this evening, and I still do now more than ever. Hell, Alice, I've been around. I've got a lot of mileage on me, but for all of that I'm lonely. With Peter moving out on his own, I'll really be at loose ends, and until...until you, tonight, I was afraid I'd just go on drinking and wenching myself into an early grave. But you're the first woman I've met since Mary-Lou died who's made me want to straighten up and fly right."
"Don't tell me you're in love with me, Sam."
"No, and you're not in love with me, either. Not yet. But I like you, Alice, I like and respect you a great deal, and perhaps if you'd be willing to give us a chance, we might fall in love."
She shivered at the beginning tendrils which his barest touch seemed to arouse in her, and she wilted in his pressuring embrace, wanting desperately to believe him-to believe in him. "I'm married, Sam, don't forget that." she sighed heavily.
"And soon to be a divorcee, don't forget that. If Dale doesn't file one, then you charge him with desertion. Then when you're finally free of him...."
"Yes...?"
"Then enough time'll have passed to know how we stand," he whispered earnestly, his hand moving in small circles along her bare arm. His fingers eased slowly around to her front, toward her breasts, and cupping one intimately in his palm, he turned her so that he could kiss her tenderly, as if to seal their pact. Alice shuddered, unable to resist the temptations of his embrace, thinking of how much she wanted to submit again to his virility. She felt her loins pulsating, her vagina aching with the rekindled moisture of her needs...and then of her determined promise not to surrender no matter how arousing the provocation.
"No, Sam," she gasped, pushing free. "No, I mean it."
"Alright, alright," he snorted irritably. stepping back and holding up his hands in mock defeat. "I told you I respect you, and I will even if you're being foolish."
"Oh Sam, let's not quarrel. Things are happening to me so fast and furious, that it's like a...a revolution inside me. You want me to give you a chance, and I will gladly...but only if you'll give me a chance to come to terms with all that's new."
"Yeah, you're right," he acknowledged with a nod. "And I'm just being pushy. Say, have you any cigarettes around here?"
"I've some filters, I think. They'd be in my purse." With the hand that was still holding her drink, she gestured in the vague direction of her handbag, then she smiled wistfully into the glass and took a welcome sip. She heard him rummaging around in the bag and then his curse: "Damn! None in here, Alice."
She turned, frowning. "Odd...I'm sure I bought a fresh pack when I was shopping this morning." Then she choked, aware now of the purse which MacGregor was pawing through. "Oh no!"
"What's the matter?"
"That purse, Sam!"
"What about it? It's kinda cute, I think."
"Of course it's cute! It's Vicky's!"
"So it's your daughter's. I still don't see why-"
"Because it shouldn't be here, Sam! It couldn't be here! That's the purse she took when she went out with Peter tonight!"
"You mean-"
"Exactly! She must've come home early!"
MacGregor pushed the purse away from him, biting his lower lip with growing concern. "But she's not here now..."
"No, no! She left again and forgot it in her haste!"
"She saw us, Sam! She saw us fucking our heads off and ran away! Oh God, oh my God, oh God oh God!"
MacGregor crossed and took the naked woman harshly by the shoulders, shaking her until her teeth rattled. "Get a hold of yourself," he snapped. "It won't help to get hysterical."
Alice felt as if her neck were going to break, and her heart stopped as she fought for air. But his shaking had brought her back to sanity, and slumping against his chest, she spoke in a more rational tone. "I.. .I'm alright now."
"Sorry."
"I needed it. But Sam, we've got to find her."
"Yeah, the sooner the better..." His forehead creased in concentration, MacGregor thought out loud: "Well, she was out with Peter, so maybe she was with him here...No, he'd have barged in on us instead of running... Where would she have gone... Back to him, that's where..." He glanced up at Alice, grinning now with the answer. "Sure, where else could she go?"
"Oh Sam, that would mean your son would also find out about us!"
"He would anyway, honey. I'm serious about trying to make this a permanent arrangement between us. Now, don't fret about Peter thinking any less of you. He's a big boy. And if Vicky has gone to his apartment as I figure, then that's the best place she could've picked. He'll get her to see things right, him and Benji."
"I want to see her, Sam, I want to explain..."
"Yeah, okay. The sooner we make a clean breast of things, the sooner we'll get both our families on our side. It's the sneaking around kids hate, you know how idealistic they can be. Quick, now, slip into a robe or something. We'll take your car. Don't forget the keys.
Let's make it fast!"
Without waiting for her, MacGregor trotted back to the bedroom and scooped up his clothes, dressing in lightning speed. When he was done, Alice was standing by the door wearing only a raincoat, its belt wrapped tightly around her waist. She was still reeling from the impact of this horrifying disaster, confused and trembling with agonizing emotion. MacGregor grinned encouragingly at her, stirred in spite of the emergency by the provocativeness of her naked body so lightly covered by the thin raincoat. He could see her nipples poking the cloth, and the way the draped material clung to her curves, dipping into the triangle of her vaginal cleft.
"Christ," he breathed, feeling a lewd throb in his loins. "If only we had a little more time."
Then grabbing her hand, he almost threw her off her feet as he rushed out the door and into the street where her car was parked beside the curb.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Peter! Peter!" young Vicky Henderson called out, pounding on the door of his apartment with small, tight fists. "Oh please, Peter, open up!"
At first there was no answer, and Vicky had a terrible sinking sensation that her only hope wasn't here, that he'd gone out again. But she'd spotted his brother's van parked in its tenant's stall down on the ground floor, and she figured that if Benji were home, Peter would be as well. She renewed her knocking, crying out again: "Peter! For God's sake!"
"Awri'... Awri'..." came a muffled reply from inside. "Keep your shirt on!" Then she heard a shuffling of feet and then a grumbling curse. The door opened and Peter MacGregor stood in the entrance, blinking owlishly, his hair messed and his face puffed with sleep. He was tightening the belt of a short, cotton bathrobe, his bare legs and feet sticking out from below. Vicky's heart stopped for an instant, for she intuitively knew that the boy was naked underneath his wrap...but then she swallowed, deciding that it didn't make any difference how he Was dressed, the important thing was that he was there!
"Vicky," he mumbled, scratching his hair and yawning. "What're you doing here? You know what time it is?"
"Late," she babbled frantically. "Way past midnight, I bet, but there wasn't much traffic and rides were hard to get. I walked half the way here, I'm sure I did, and-"
"Wait, hold on, you're not making any sense," Peter objected, waving at her to calm down. "You mean you hitchhiked from your house?"
She nodded. "Uh-huh. and... Oh Peter, let me in!"
"Sure, but..." Frowning, he held the door open for her. "What's wrong?" he asked as he saw the anguish which was etched on her face once she stepped into the glare of the apartment's lights. "Did your mother find out about...what we did?"
"No, it's worse," she moaned, shaking her head convulsively. "In fact, you could say it's just the opposite! Oh Peter, I'm never going back there, never! You've got to help me!"
"Jesus!" He licked his lips, still sleep-fuddled and confused. "Well, c'mon into the living room and tell me about it."
The apartment was a two-bedroom efficiency unit designed expressly for the collegiate trade. As a result, the corridors in the back of the building connected to the apartments by way of the kitchen, thereby allowing the living room and bedrooms to have a clear view overlooking a central courtyard and swimming pool. Peter closed the apartment's "front" door and led the way through the narrow, in-line kitchen to the living room, gesturing for her to make herself comfortable in one of the chairs while he crossed to the balcony window, closing its drapes against any peeping eyes.
Vicky curled up in a soft easy-chair next to her legs under her. Peter came over and was settling close by on the couch, when his brother called from one of the bedrooms: "Peter? Who the hell is that at this gawd-forsaken hour?" the couch, kicking her flats
"Just Vicky," Peter answered, "with a problem." Then he turned to the girl. "Well, let's hear it, cherub."
She glanced toward the bedroom. "Oh, I.. .Not with Benji, Peter, it's too awful!"
"Nonsense," he scoffed taking her hand. "There're no secrets between us, you should know that after what we were all doing together tonight. Besides, if you need help, he know lots of angles and is good for figuring ways out of trouble."
No sooner had he spoken than his brother appeared from his bedroom, similarly yawning and scratching his hairy chest. Instead of a robe, he was wearing only a pair of jockey shorts, the hard, bas relief of his manhood straining the thin cotton material like a white elastic accent mark against his darker tanned flesh.
Vicky averted her eyes, shamefully recalling how she'd watched him without his underwear on, his now flaccid penis thickly erect then, his scrotal sac swollen with sexual arousal. And that in turn reminded her of his father's nakedly excited state, and the wretchedly humiliating reason she'd traveled here. A tightness constricted her throat, spreading down to clamp the muscles of her abdomen, and suddenly she felt incapable of blurting out the truth to the sons of her mother's latest lover.
"Okay," Benji said, lounging in a chair across from her, his legs stretching out so that his genitals were more obscenely displayed than ever. "So what's the mess you've gotten into?"
"No, I...I made a mistake," she said hastily. "It's nothing, really, and I'm sorry to've bothered you. I-"
"Don't be flaky," Peter cut in. "You didn't come all the way here for nothing. You've obviously got your tail in a knot."
"We only want to help," Benji added, but Vicky thought she detected a slight tone of cynicism behind his words. She glanced at Peter and saw his encouraging smile, and some of her reluctance dissipated. There was no way to avoid it. She was all alone now that she'd left her mother, and after all the tragedy did involve their father. She had to trust somebody, and there wasn't anybody else except these two brothers. She still would've preferred talking to just Peter by himself; it would be far less embarrassing that way, and yet it appeared that it was either both of them or nothing. They said they wanted to help her, and even if they couldn't, she could leave afterwards, having lost merely a little more pride.
"Well?" Peter urged, squeezing her trembling hand.
"I... don't know how to start..."
"How about from when I dropped you off."
"It was so horrid... After we said good-night, Peter, I went in the house but Mother wasn't in the living room like we thought. It was all in a clutter, though, and her clothes were heaped around on the floor. I left everything like it was. I didn't know what was going on, and was walking to my bedroom when I heard noises coming from mother's room. I thought Daddy had returned, and glanced inside. It...It wasn't Daddy. Mom was with somebody else. With...your father."
"Well, what's so all-fired horrid about that, Vicky?"
"You don't understand, Peter! They were...making love!"
If Vicky had expected the boys to gasp with horror and outrage, she was sadly disappointed. Peter jerked upright, surprised, but broadening with a grin. "Well I'll be damned! Ain't that a pip!" And Benji let out a big guffaw, clapping his hands once, loudly, as if it were a joke that tickled him. "So the old guy finally got into her pants! God knows he's had the hots for her long enough!"
Vicky sucked in her breath, her face turning a bright crimson. "How can you act this way! I'll never forgive her, and I can't understand how you can think it's funny that it was your father who... Ohhh, you should be ashamed, not proud!"
"We're crushed," Benji said, and laughed again.
"Thoroughly torn asunder," Peter added, equally mocking.
"And we're going to run away and join a monastery."
"And wear hair shirts in repentance all the rest of out lives."
"Just because our father was screwing your mother."
"Don't talk like that!" Vicky wailed.
"Screw," Benji repeated caustically. "A cock in a cunt."
"She's my mother!" Vicky almost screamed, feeling she was losing contact with reality the way the conversation was going. "My mother, rutting like some jungle beast!"
"More like just being a woman, I'd say," Peter replied. "What the hell, Vicky, she wasn't hurting anybody-except you, and she didn't know you were watching. She was just having a ball. Like you were with me. Why shouldn't she have her kicks too?"
"Stop it, stop it!" She pressed her hands over her ears, her mind whirling with confusion. "I tell you it was the most disgusting thing I've ever seen in my life!"
"Sure-re, it was," Benji said snidely. "That's why you were watching right?" He snickered lasciviously. "Cut the crap, will you? You got your jollies taking a gander at them, just the way you did seeing me and Carol."
"No, no. I was sickened!"
"Afterwards, maybe," Peter said. "But Benji's right, cherub. It's exciting seeing other people fuck, and you know it."
"No, no," she chanted in a whimper. He and Benji were wrong...or were they? She had been aroused by watching her mother and Mr. MacGregor, just as she'd been aroused earlier in the van, but this went directly against every ingrained ethic her darling Daddy had ever taught her. Oh God, she didn't know what to do, what to think; the vast, boiling anger toward her mother was subsiding a little, forced as she was to admit to her own prurient emotions, though she still felt bitter and resentful as if her own shameful lusts were her mother's fault as well.
"Ah well, do you think we can help her, Benji?"
The older brother clasped his hands behind his head and stretched in the chair, grinning sardonically at the girl. "I dunno," he smirked. "I guess we could-if she'll help us."
"Wh-what do you mean?" she asked weakly.
Peter smiled, his fingers tightening around her hand. "You can stay here awhile, if you like. At least until you can get a job and a stake for your own place. But like I told you, there're no secrets between men and Benji."
"Share and share alike," Benji added. "And share equally."
Vicky's stomach knotted in convulsions, suddenly aware of what the two boys were driving at. There was little question as to the living arrangements they were implying, only whether she'd be agreeable or not. Coming here had been the worst mistake yet. Peter totally untrustworthy and as unscrupulous as his corrupting brother. Suddenly she felt nauseous, as once again vivid memories of Benji's huge penis slithering in and out of Carol Summers' vagina flooded her mind, and for a moment she thought she was going to vomit, the blood draining from her face.
"No, I don't want to. I'll go somewhere else..."
"She doesn't want our "help," Benji said. "I guess we'll just have to convince her it's the best way, won't we, Peter?"
"I don't thing it'll take much persuading," Peter replied cynically, still holding a firm grip on her so she couldn't move.
"Yeah," Benji said, standing up and stretching languorously. "But how's this for a big persuader?" And then abruptly he rolled down his underpants, kicking them aside to display himself totally naked and hotly aroused. Vicky cowered back against her chair, aghast at the fulsome sight of the boy's suddenly erect penis springing thick and gleaming into bright-lit view. Her eyes trailed a slow path up along his bare torso to his face, and saw nothing save a savage, unyielding expression leering back at her.
She turned away, glancing at Peter with a piteous and useless plea dying in her throat, seeing that he had shed his robe and was straightening up with his penis pointing hard from his loins, a droplet of emission already forming at the eye of his cockhead. She gaped transfixed in horror at the two projecting rods of flesh that were poised ready to attack her.
"It can't be...It can't...!" Vicky whined, shaking her head in utter disbelief. "Why are you two doing this?" she heard herself ask foolishly.
Snickers and chortles offered the only reply as she stared incredulously at the grinning features, one to the other, who were hovering closer... closer... advancing in their lewd assault.
She was going to be raped!
Raped by two boys who thought and acted no better than their despicable father! Her buttocks quivered from the terrifying fate overtaking her, for there was nothing in the world that could save her from them. Her future had been doomed the moment she'd heard the first moan from her mother's bedroom, and there was no way she could turn back the clock and start over.
"I... I'll scream if you touch me," she hissed in warning.
"So scream," Benji retorted nonchalantly. "There're nothing but college students in this building. They're all used to hearing lots of yelling and shouting."
Vicky moaned and her eyes glazed with tears. She had to fight back, somehow resist and escape before she was forced to submit to their depravities. She struggled as Peter's hand grasped at her blouse, tugging at the buttons and jerking her from the chair.
"Let go of me!" she cried out. "Take your hands off!"
"Just remember how you liked my hands on you before, cherub," the boy retorted, laughing harshly as he continued pawing her cringing body. "You'll learn to like them this time, too!"
"No, no... You can't make me!"
But then Peter's lips crushed tightly down upon hers, his long thick penis pressing harshly into her softly yielding belly. He seemed to be all over her like an octopus, arms and legs making her helpless and unable to struggle. He let up on his pressure, and she whirled around trying to wriggle free and race for the front door, a bare foot kicking her shoes aside in her haste to evade the naked boy's clasping embrace.
But Benji was ready for her. He grabbed her before she was able to sprint more than three feet, and tackling her, they tumbled to the floor, his weight bursting the air from her lungs. She gasped, choking, the feral odor of his lust-sweating body nearly nauseating her as she writhed feebly beneath him.
"Get her goddamn clothes off!" Peter yelled over them.
"I get to fuck her this time," Benji said.
"Fine, because I'll fuck her in the mouth!' Peter hunkered down and began helping her older brother unzip and unbutton her, his voice glottal with vengeful passions. "I told you I was sorry about tonight in the van, Vicky, but actually the only reason I was, is because you wouldn't screw around any more.
You and your la-de-da morals, acting like I was a turd for having punctured your precious twat! Well, you'll learn! You'll learn before I'm through not to snub a free fuck when it's offered!"
"Yeah, and you could learn a few things about sexing from your mother, too," Benji added. "She's got the right attitude!"
And that was the unkindest cut of all, to be compared unfavorably to her adulterous mother. To even consider that she might learn to desire both these boys mauling her body, the way her mother lustfully responded to their father, was a thousand times more degrading than to simply accept her inevitable rape. Weakly, Vicky rolled back and forth in limp protest, the last of her clothing being stripped away, her brassiere unsnapped and roughly torn from her. Dear God, she was helpless and outnumbered, completely at their mercy! But no matter what they said, what they did, they could never teach her to react passionately; she was positive they couldn't! She must submit because she had to, but only in tormenting pain...
Then cruel hands forced her over, pulling her legs out straight until she was on her back with both Peter and Benji holding her flat and spread-eagled. Brazenly crouching, his hefty erect cock shoving menacingly from his crotch, Peter chuckled and said:
"There, that's better. You just relax, cherub, and let yourself go like you did back in Benji's van. When you were staring at Benji licking Carol's pussy. Remember?"
Vicky watched wild-eyed as he bent closer, his face gnarled with illicit greed. She could barely catch her breath. Benji was still I holding her trapped and the wafts of air she could suck into her tortured lungs were pungent with genital odors. In terror she gaped at the boy she'd thought she loved as he slowly knelt prostrate between her wide-spread thighs, his lickerish eyes feasting on the vision of her golden-haired vagina. As Peter's head moved forward to her tenderly cringing cunt, the young girl realized what he was planning to do to her, and in a flash she did remember the scene in Benji's van-every lurid instant of it, sharp and clear in her mind, of Carol moaning and undulating, pulling her legs back and shoving her pussy up into Benji's slavering face, so he could run his tongue right up into her flushed pink slit. In mournful revulsion now, Vicky moaned and wept: "Not that, oh not that..."
"Go ahead, Peter!" Benji urged breathlessly. "Can't you see how bad she wants it? Go on, juice her up for my prick!"
A convulsive jerk spasmed in her thighs as she felt moist lips pressing against the soft naked flesh of her unprotected belly. She tried to squirm away from Peter's liquid touch, but his sudden wet contact sent an unwanted chill racing through her pelvis. Then she sensed his laving tongue slipping downward toward the triangle of her crotch, and the spreading of her wispy pubic hair with his thumbs as his tongue traced snake-like into the sensitive crevice of her cunt. A shudder rippled through her at the electrifying union of his mouth and her clitoris, his sweating palms clamping against the sides of her inner thighs to draw her open wider so he could delve deeper into her tingling vaginal cleft. She forced her head up, her eyes round in abject horror to see him hunched on all fours down between her stretching legs, grinning up at her between her proud, uptilting breasts like a beast of prey pouncing on its hapless victim and devouring it in savage feast. The pink flesh of her helplessly exposed loins were presented to Peter in humiliating sacrifice, her agony complete as she watched his tongue slowly encircle his lips as he prepared for the ravishment to come. Then once again he dropped his head, burying the full length of his long slippery tongue into the throbbing walls of her splayed, hair-fringed cunt.
Vicky shuddered; a moan escaping from deep in her chest. Her buttocks ground hard against the floor as she endeavored to elude the tantalizing assault on her sensitive pubes, but with a maddening suck of his lips, Peter drew her tiny erect clitoris into his mouth, nibbling on it with the sharp tips of his teeth until she cried out with spontaneous reaction. Her loud call dimmed to a long, low, continuous whimper as he continued his depraved attack, her head still raised while she watched in horrified fascination the boy's head rocking up and down, back and forth, in greedy delight. It can't be! It can't be! she thought dizzily, groaning over and over in open mortification. She fell back fully supine again, her hair flailing from side to side on the floor while his tongue speared unceasingly in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her vagina.
Yet in spite of her terror and repulsion at the perverted act being performed on her defenseless genitals, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure began to purl deep down in her belly her firm round breasts jiggling j sensuously now from the buffeting her loins were undergoing. The temporarily banked coals of her once flaming passion were ready to bust into sexual fire again, and the whirl -pools of sensations coursing through her blood from Peter's oral fucking were fanning those coals into a red-hot conflagration. She tried fighting back with all of her strength. Dear God, she mustn't succumb as she had before! She mustn't allow her body to betray her yet another time! She mustn't!
But abruptly, the sucking boy's tongue snaked forward and burrowed far up into her vagina just like his teasing fingers had back in the van, and pleasure spiraled crazily through her from the base of her spine right up to her brain, where it exploded in a cascade of delight. Spontaneously, her naked loins arched upwards to capture more of Peter's lapping tongue and kissing lips, eroticism rapidly replacing her reticence... Lord, what was coming over her to do this? She was coming alive as never before, demons dancing along the softness of her inner thighs, her buttocks involuntarily undulating in wicked reaction, nothing her mind could tell her body was capable of tempering this new sensation.
Frantically she redoubled her efforts to quell the soaring hot flashes of desire licking along with Peter at her quivering pussy, but it was futile to resist, and her pleas to the boy and God Almighty went unheeded. Peter's tongue continued its maddening licking against the straining pink bud of her sex, until she could only groan in pitiful uncontrol. His hot probing tip wormed its way the entire length of her narrow wet slit, starting at the lower curve of her belly and pressuring its way down over the elastic-rimmed opening of her clasping vagina and into the crevice of her flexing buttocks. Where it paused momentarily to pay slippery homage to her tightly puckering anus. Her hips ground involuntarily into the cold hard floor, soft mewing escaping from between her gritting teeth. Her nubile loins jerked and bucked of their own volition, burying his flicking tongue to its roots...until to Vicky nothing existed for her except her passion-seared cunt.
She was that cunt! Oh God, she was that cunt!
"Ohhhh, don't stop! Suck me! Suck me off..!" Nothing else mattered now-not fear, not morals, not humiliation, just the crawling reality of that salivating mouth whose tongue was lacing up between the hoi steamy channel of her tender cunt.
Lust-incited by the erotic sight of Vicky being orally fucked into submission, her young flesh flowering in avid desire,' Benji MacGregor could stand it no longer. "That's enough, Peter! We don't want her cumming yet! Move over, give me room-I'm going to ram it to yer and fuck her living toenails off!"
Reluctantly Peter drew his mouth away from Vicky's throbbing pussy, sliding aside so that his older brother could take his place between her wide-angling thighs. Vicky rotated her passion-clenched hips upwards in heavier erection, the older brother filling her belly with living fire. There wasn't one single ridge of his massive cock that she couldn't feel pressing forcefully against the tender membranes of her pussy, his penis a thundering weapon enclosed in her sensitive sheath like a flaming sword driven deeply into an enemy's entrails.
"Jesus, is she tight!" Benji grunted lewdly. "Are you sure you fucked her tonight with your prick, and not just your finger?"
"Big deal," Peter -sneered back. "She's fighting you, that's why. Me, she didn't struggle against, she opened up wider'n hell and sucked me right up inside."
And then clamping his wet mouth over one hardening nipple, Benji began a slow rocking motion between Vicky's cradling thighs. The agony was worse than when Peter had broken her hymen, she thought, for his words had been true-she'd wanted to be made love to back in the van; she'd been ready, willing, and able to accept her lover's penis, whereas this was rape, pure rape, and she was resisting. She had to be resisting! Surely she couldn't be eager for Benji's cock.
But her naked body was acting as if it were severed from her reluctant mind, and as Benji continued skewering into her squeezing flesh, sensual bolts of lightning-like pleasure sparked up through the fibers of her muscle and bone. She was melting under the influence, losing her last will to fight. She was losing, and now she realized that despite the revulsion and shame she felt in her soul, she was surrendering totally to the carnal joys of gross physical sex. The mere thought of her dissolute feelings sent chills racing search of that delicious wet suckling, groaning when she felt instead the full length of Benji's hard muscled body sweep up over her, pressing her down against the floor. She knew dimly she must resist this new sordid invasion, but didn't know how as she felt his erect shaft parting the swollen lips of her slickly moistened vagina, seeking entry into her aching belly.
"That's it!" she heard Peter excitedly exclaim, the boy moving around so he could watch his brother's cock prod and pummel the outer flesh of her hair-lined slit. "Now shove it to her!"
Grunting harshly, Benji heaved forward, determined to penetrate her smooth pink passage. Vicky closed her eyes, tossing her head with a shudder of remorse as she felt his cockhead taunt the ragged sensitive edges of her cunt, holding her breath for what seemed an eternity, petrified in her subjugation.
"Nooo, no I don't want-" She gasped suddenly, Benji's bulbous penis finding her vaginal orifice at last and sliding up inside her with a battering intensity. The soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls pushed in painful waves before his stabbing onslaught, until with a raucous sigh, he plunged all .of his meaty shaft to its root, his testicles bouncing obscenely against the clenching rosette of her rectum.
"Arrrggg...!" she wailed beneath him. She'd only been entered by one hard penis before, and that only a few hours ago-and now she was being impaled to the bursting point in one savage lung! Her cuntal passage felt as if it were being chiseled to fit Benji's thicker, along her spine, as immorally she responded to the quickening tempo of Benji's seductive fucking.
The initial pain was easing now, her feverish cunt adjusting gladly to the mature girth of the older brother's penis. Subconsciously she flexed and unflexed the naked curves of her flaring thighs, Benji slipping his hands back and cupping her undulating buttocks, thrusting her legs higher and wider so that the moist wet cavern of her cunt could receive yet more of his pounding cock. Vicky could mentally imagine how she must look now beneath him, seeing in her lusty mind's eye the similarity between her and the way her mother had been pinning back her legs while deliriously accepting all of Mr. MacGregor...and that made the daughter writhe salaciously with a new-found fervency of emotion. So this was fucking, she gurgled privately to herself; fucking without love, without tenderness, without any redemption except the ecstasy of the fucking itself! And Lord! Lord! Wasn't it wonderful...?
"Yeah..." she breathed hotly up into the straining boy's face. "Yeah, go ahead and ram it to me! Fuck mmeee....!"
Peter peered unbelievingly at his brother grinding his virile cock into the craving maw of his girlfriend's succulent cunt. He was amazed at how her tight little hole was capable of swallowing so much hardened flesh, Benji pumping mercilessly from the apex of his withdrawal, battering her sensation-crazed body hard against the floor. He was envious of the moans of rapture gasping from Vicky's bubbling mouth as she rolled and tossed and begged for more. He wanted to join in before they climaxed-he had to join in before his balls exploded from the boiling seed that the lurid performance was creating in them! With quick, trembling motions, he scooted up to where Vicky was opening and closing her mouth in fish-like delirium. Getting down on all-fours, he croaked:
"Move aside just a little Benji, and let's make a sandwich outta her!"
His brother immediately tilted his head, shifting slightly without missing a single stroke of his furious fucking. "Sure, go to it, Peter! She's dying for some nourishment to suck on!"
Peter placed both legs over her straining body, positioning himself with his buttocks over her breasts, his knees drawn snugly up into her armpits, his throbbing penis dangling before her face. "Now it's my turn, cherub," he hissed down at the girl.
Ripples of horror skyrocketed through Vicky's mind as she stared at the boy's swollen shaft, and she wanted to cry and gag as it jerked toward her mouth like some fat arm coming from a dark lair of thick curly hair.
"Go on, suck it!" he urged, flexing his buttocks. The rounded tip of his penis left a wet trail across Vicky's smooth pallid cheek, and then impatiently, he pressed his cockhead directly against her crimson lips. "Suck, cherub, suck my prick!"
At first, she did the normal thing and resisted, rolling her head aside in an effort to avoid taking the meaty erection in her mouth.
But Peter had her in too strong a grip, and Benji was assailing her vagina still harder now. stretching her feminine channel with increasingly potent surges. The pleasures were too great to deny, and slackly she opened her mouth to gasp out her seething emotions-and in that instant, Peter plunged his penis all the way to the back of her throat.
Vicky gagged reflexively, her ovaling lips brushing the wiry pubic hair of his virile loins, his testicles slapping wetly against her moistened chin. She fought for breath, managing to catch it on the initial outstroke of Peter's sawing assault, groaning inwardly from the utter degradation she was being forced to participate in. Oh God, help me! How could this be happening?
But then the very helplessness of her position flickered erotically through her mind. The imagined picture of how she must look now, nakedly abused like a rag doll between two degenerate brothers incited the hunger in her belly, her prurient longings beginning to rage out of control again. She began rotating her buttocks up off the floor, constricting with her cuntal muscles the hot, fleshy rod rampaging in her pussy, while simultaneously she started sucking voraciously at the penis filling her mouth.
She could feel Peter twisting slightly from the exquisite sensations she was causing in him, and his moans of passion spurred her on, even though this was her first time and she was experimenting. She remembered the old feelings which had coursed through her own body when Peter had used his tongue on her cunt, and now she returned the favor, twirling her tongue hotly around the hard shaft drubbing into her mouth, clasping her lips tighter, sucking harder, thrilling from the louder panting coming from the boy.
"Ahhh, cherub! You're a natural!" she heard Peter sigh delightedly. Elated, Vicky licked and sucked more strongly at his blood-engorged penis, wondering with anticipation what his semen would taste like when finally he ejaculated in her mouth. She wanted that now. She wanted to exploit everything to its fullest, to saturate herself to the limit of her endurance with ecstasy, filled as she was by the sweet agony of the swirling sensations rising...rising like a torrent in her naked flesh. A strange, masochistic insanity seemed to possess her as she lay defenseless beneath Benji's thick cock squeezed in her cunt, and Peter's hard penis absorbed by her mouth, and she writhed and slavered in eager response, using her body as an obscene chalice for their debauching lusts.
Cum...Cum... Lord, let's all cum!
Somebody came, but not whom Vicky expected....
CHAPTER EIGHT
Only moments before, Vicky's distraught mother was riding the apartment house elevator with Sam MacGregor. Alice Henderson kept hugging her raincoat tightly to her body, which merely seemed to accentuate her nudity underneath, blushing from the overt glances of the elevator's third passenger, a straggly-haired youth in threadbare jeans and dirty sandals. She was gratefully relieved when the elevator finally reached the fifth floor and MacGregor hustled her out and down the corridor to 506.
"This is the place," MacGregor said, knocking on the apartment's door. He received no answer, and rapped harder a second time. There was still no response.
"Maybe we're wrong," Alice said fretfully. "Maybe Vicky hasn't come her after all."
"Well, somebody's here," MacGregor grunted, pasting his ear to the door and hearing noises from within. "And Benji's van is parked downstairs. No, there's something going on."
He rummaged in his pants pocket, pulling out a ring of keys and selecting one. "Benji loaned me a spare," he explained as he inserted the key in the door lock. "Quite often he wouldn't be home when I'd be running an errand for him or wanted to stop by with something. It's proven rather a convenience."
"But Sam, maybe we shouldn't interrupt," Alice objected, dark foreboding clawing at her mind, making her wish to turn and run.
"Don't hand me that." came the retort. "You're the one who's been so insistent we go on this mercy mission, and I'm in full agreement. Your daughter needs rescuing, if only from herself."
He stepped into the kitchen, Alice gripping his arm for support. The door behind them swung shut as they went further into the apartment, the sounds emanating from the living room loud enough now to mask its closing. They reached the end of the kitchen counter and were about to enter the living room when both stopped dead in their tracks. "Jesus H. Christ!" MacGregor gasped. "Oh no, not Vicky!" the mother moaned, her wail muffled by MacGregor's stiffened body. "Not my darling child!"
"I...I..." the man stammered, for as experienced and jaded as he was, he was caught unprepared for the revelry he was witnessing. "I... don't believe it!"
Alice Henderson let her jaw drop and her eyes bulge, her heart leaping in her chest. Unbelievable? The scene was incomprehensible to her, and her brain spiraled close to madness. My daughter isn't part of it, she kept repeating to herself dismally, as if to hide the truth. Vicky couldn't be...she wouldn't be...
But, God, it was! There was her innocent, virginal daughter sandwiched between Sam's two sons, sucking with fish-ovaling lips around Peter's cock as he pumped wetly in and out of her mouth, her legs bent obscenely high and wide while she ground frenziedly up against Benji's pounding erection. She watched thunderstruck as the older boy's hand curled beneath Vicky's jerking buttocks and the tip of his middle finger circled tauntingly at the rubbery ring of her tightly puckered anus. It played there for a long, tantalizing moment, then suddenly he brought a gurgling moan from the twisting girl beneath him as he shoved his finger through the protective sphincter muscle and up inside her rectal passage. Lithe slender legs kicked out convulsively, another tormented squeal with toes curling, and the legs relocked themselves around Benji's flanks, pumping more furiously than ever against both probing shafts.
Alice fought for breath, incapable of lucid speech from the staggering shock of seeing her child the object of an orgy. A clenching sensation caught her in the depths of her muscle-taut belly as she continued to stare in stunned incredulity. With each ragged breath she managed to suck into her lungs, her head seemed to lighten, unable to withstand any more torment without going totally insane. The horrified mother started increasingly to feel as though the three-some were figments of her overwrought imagination, and her own nude torso began to involuntarily sway in rhythm to the tempo of the lewd fucking her daughter was receiving. Deep in her subconscious, the smoldering emotions which had been dormant throughout her years of barren marriage were being re-ignited, rampant and untamable now that they'd been set loose by MacGregor's turbulent seduction earlier that night.
But on the surface, Alice's conscious thought were a shattered mixture of torment and indecision. She'd never dreamed of such barbaric abuse of the flesh, and vaguely she perceived that she was viewing the full consequences of her fornication with Sam. It was all too apparent that Vicky was reacting dementedly to having seen her on the bed with Sam; that her daughter was striking back in hurt and angry desperation, and that none of this would be happening if she'd been able to control her own immorality. Vicky was punishing her by punishing herself, and that fact made the mother respond sympathetically to the foul spectacle before her. Her heart went out to her naked daughter spread-eagled and double-fucked in front of her eyes, and against her will, she slowly grew aware of a gradual, maddening tendril of prurient thrill teasing along her nerves. There's my child, and but for the grace of God, there could be me... That's where I deserve to be, instead of her...
The muscles of Alice's flesh were drawing tight as bowstrings, the salacious sight masochistically arousing her in a perverse rejection of what she tried to will. Excitement caressed the puckering nipples of her ripe breasts, trickling downwards to play erotically around her vaginal slit before curling into the spontaneously moistening crevice of her loins. She felt the heated wetness of her gathering arousal starting to seep out around her inner thighs, and she clenched her trembling buttocks together in an effort to stem her slackening control. But she couldn't seem to help herself-watching her daughter fucking and sucking like there was no tomorrow was too much to resist! She continued to gently but inexorably become sexually entranced in a hot, seething fever of passion unrestrained.
"Sam, I can't-" She hesitated. Cant stand it any longer, she was going to blurt out, and she knew she couldn't dare admit that. "I mean, we've got to stop them, Sam!"
"What for?" he asked, turning to look at her, a strange gleam in his eyes.
"What for!"
"Shhh," he warned. "They'll hear you." He whispered as he drew her back against the kitchen counter, maneuvering silently so that he was standing almost directly behind her. He pressed up against the soft cleft between her rounded buttocks, and even through the raincoat and the material of his trousers, Alice could sense that his penis was growing hard and burgeoning. "Christ, my kids are really pouring it to her, aren't they?"
"How dare you!" Alice hissed shrilly over her shoulder. "That's my daughter they're raping!"
"Raping!" MacGregor chuckled softly. "Some rape. She's having the time of her life by the looks of her. Takes after her mother, I'd say."
"Ohhh!" she groaned in shame and loathing. "This is awful! And take your hands off me this instant!" She tried to squirm free of his caressing fingers on her breasts, feeling once more rising sensations from his touch as he ground his throbbing pelvis into her quivering backside. Wild thoughts of what he might have in mind raced crazily through her brain, and she decided that if she didn't charge in and break up the trio right then and there-
But Sam MacGregor was not about to release his hold. He was becoming more and more aroused by the venal scene in the living room, continuing to beadily stare at his two sons humping Alice's daughter between them. And not just in her cunt either-but in her goddamn mouth as well! And Vicky was adoring it! One look at her eagerly sucking face, and at the way she was gyrating those nubile hips, not even her mother could honestly deny she was blissfully eating up everything his sons could give her. Shit-how could it not excite him? Responsively, Sam increased his grinding pressure of his stiffly pulsating cock into Alice's buttocks, while his hands massaged her breasts and he whispered in her ear: "Now why're you getting so upset, honey? You've been standing her trembling like a bitch in heat. I bet you wish you were her, getting those juicy cocks poured into you."
Again, Alice tried to quietly struggle with him, revolted by the obscenities he was spewing in her ear.
"Please," she moaned. "Let me go, please."
Instead, Sam pushed her forward slightly so she could gain a better view of the utterly deplorable performance, continuing to squeeze and caress her sensitive breasts, his rigidly palpitating cock insinuating itself between the cheeks of her defensively clenching buttocks. She was beside herself with a near uncontainable mixture of outrage, fear, and abhorrence, these blending with an unfathomable burning lust the fucking trio and Sam MacGregor's lewdnesses were kindling inside of her.
"See there. Alice, see how my sons are loving your daughter?" he murmured. "It's like one big happy family get together, right?" And then his hand was slipping down inside her raincoat, parting the buttons so that it opened in front to expose all of her voluptuous nakedness. He cupped one of her throbbing breasts hard in his hand as she gaped at the wildly fucking offspring on the floor, and then the father gave a sudden pinch against her soft ruby nipple, forcing Alice to clench her teeth together to keep from moaning a loud helpless mewl. Then his tongue flicked moistly into her ear, causing her to squirm back against his bulging penis.
"See?" he taunted. "Boys and girls, male and female, writhing and twisting in the throes of sexual abandonment. Vicky's loving it...just like any woman loves sex once she's been introduced to fucking properly."
"Oh God, please don't," she pleaded, tears flowing from her eyes. He had her in a position where she couldn't fight back, and he knew it and was playing it for all it was worth. If she resisted too strongly, they were bound to be noticed, and then she would be discovered watching her daughter while nakedly being fondled. Good God, why had she ever given in to Sam in the first palce? It had only been a treacherous path leading to her and her daughter's destruction.
Suddenly Alice's body stiffened as she felt Sam's free hand gliding down along her bare stomach...down to gently apply pressure against her moistly quivering cuntal lips. She closed her eyes, fighting the erotic sensations that were beginning to surge through her, but the soft fingers of his hand teasingly tweaked her nipples, and the hardness of his cock prodded deeper into her buttocks, bringing forth only soft moans of near helpless surrender from her anguished lips, "No...Oh no, don't, don't...don't..." Alice whimpered as she felt the lewdly delicious feelings sizzling through her naked flesh.
"Don't take it so hard," he crooned, drawing her thin raincoat farther down her arms, down her slender back until it bunched provocatively around her slender waist, held only by the slightest tension of the belt. "Or should I say do take it hard?"
"Oh God..." she groaned, sobbing. She tried to pull away again, using all of her willpower to overcome the myriad sensations building deep in her belly. But she couldn't-and all her wriggling accomplished was to loosen her coat the last little bit, and send it fluttering in a pool around her feet.
She gasped, holding her breath as she felt the cool night air in the kitchen rush against her hotly flushed skin, and then she felt the searing contact of Sam's fingers stroking the curves of her naked body. She squirmed back against him, one hand trying to push him away while the other clung atop the hand squeezing her breast. Dear God! She was totally nude in a strange apartment, watching her daughter engaged in an orgy, while she was reacting like an alley cat to the erotic caress of her breasts and vagina. Tears of humiliation flooded down her blushing cheeks, as she found to her mortification that her pelvis was rotating suggestively to the light teasing of his fingers between her thighs. She could feel the warm lubrications of her arousal dribbling down over his hand and matting her tingling pubic hair.
Weakly she shook her head in mute protest, but then Sam was forcing her to kneel down on her hands so that she could continue viewing her daughter's licentious couplings, knowing that the whole of her rounded buttocks and glistening vagina were obscenely exposed to Sam's lecherous gaze.
"You know that you want it," he whispered smuttily down at her, as he unbuckled his pants and let them drop. He slid out of his underwear, and from the corner of her eye, Alice could see his thick, throbbing erection standing upright in vicious hardness. He poised above her for a moment longer, his hands on his hips, his sperm-filled testicles hanging like gourds from his menacing penis. Then he hunkered down behind her, pressing his hands into the tender flesh of her buttocks, spreading the moon eagerly apart.
"Ohh dear God," she mewed despondently.
"Yeah, honey, you're just aching for my nice long cock to slide smoothly up inside that tight pussy of yours again, just like my son Benji is doing to your daughter now."
Alice could feel him move his way between her legs, guiding his massively thick penis forward until its rubbery head parted the moist lips of her expectantly quivering vagina. She groaned as she felt the first hard pressure against her cuntal opening, wanting to scream and recoil in fear and horror, but too petrified by the wildly ecstatic sensations flowing from the hot, hungry depths of her loins.
Gripping her trembling buttocks with both hands, Sam MacGregor held her in a firm, brutal position so she couldn't move an inch from him. Then he thrust his hips forward, sending his hard, impatient cock sliding into her receptive cunt with a roaring fury, instantly beginning an urgent hammering in and out while she groaned in hopeless defeat beneath him. Sam flared his nostrils and quickened his pumping tempo with long, lunging strokes that slammed against her cervix, savagely gripping the firm curve of her hips as he forced the stretched sheath of her vagina back and forth over the pulsating shaft of his cock.
"Move your ass," he hissed behind her. "C'mon, if your daughter can do it, you sure as hell can too!"
Alice complied, undulating her buttocks as she bucked beneath his cruel demands. And then, feeling a strange lessening of her pain and degradation, she let herself follow his rhythm, grinding and arching her wide-stretched pelvis back against his driving erection as if she were glued to it. "Oh, oh, oh, oh..!" The sounds she made were low and indistinct as a result of her face being buffeted down into the coat bundled below her head. Sam battered into her throbbing cunt with a growing frenzy of sensation, the sight of her sensually bucking form inciting him to deeper and faster efforts. In response, Alice's breath was becoming one long continuous rasp that was no longer muffled by the discarded raincoat, and she was droning it out into the living room, half in torment, and half from the slowly mounting feelings of wanton delight surging through her. Lewd flames of desire were once more coursing through her veins, the shame lessening and disappearing as unhindered passion swirled insatiably through her rippling belly. She realized the unforgivable wickedness of her situation, but somehow it no longer mattered. Alice's blood was steaming and the heatedly pounding cock buried so deep in her wetly clasping pussy was feeling so good...so hard and so good-She rotated her hips mindlessly, and the tiny muscles in her now flowering cunt worked hungrily at his rampaging penis.
Panting and writhing Alice glanced up and gazed fondly at her obscenely impaled daughter, then heard Peter suck in his breath and coarsely command the girl:
"Squeeze my balls, cherub! Take them gentle-like and suck, suck, suck!"
Vicky cupped his sweaty, semen-filled scrotum, sucking demon-like, not because she was ordered to, but because she couldn't resist it. Her head bobbed up and down his turgid shaft like a machine, the masochistic joy of being fucked senseless in the mouth permeating her young body in tingling submissiveness. She murmured her willingness around her lips, which were tightly locked around his sawing cock, and she knew that any moment he would be ejaculating his thick creamy sperm into her mouth until it ran from the edges of her lips in sticky milk trails. And instead of revulsion at the idea, as she had experienced before when viewing Carol swallowing Benji's hot cum, or the seed which she'd seen inundating her mother's cunt and spilling out onto the bed, she thought of it as liquid candy, as the most potently delicious ambrosia ever invented in the whole wide world!
Insatiably she sucked at Peter's hardened cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue with increasing dexterity over the first masculine flesh she'd ever tasted, thrusting her loins earnestly up against Benji to get every fraction of his mighty hardness. She wanted to be saturated in cum until it spluttered from her glutted cunt as it would from her hollowing mouth! She wanted to be saturated in warm white sperm until her stomach was as filled as her pussy! She wanted...and she sucked and fucked to obtain her goal.
Then-
At the same time as her own climax commenced to crescendo, the hard cock fucking her cunt spurted its creamy hot charge far up inside her quaking belly, splashing violently against her vaginal walls and dribbling back out of her pubic slit to saturate her blonde curls and inner thighs. Benji's pulsating testicles massaged her wide-splayed crevice, causing Vicky to spasm upwards and submerge Peter's sluicing penis in her ovaling mouth until her nose was nuzzling the hairs of his groin. As if on cue, the boy's shaft thickened and burst forth with eruptive violence, flooding her mouth and throat with the deliciously pungent liquid she'd been thirstily seeking, her cheeks bloating as she swallowed spurt after spurt of Peter's orgasmic fluids, her lips firming in a tight-fitting ring so she wouldn't lose a single drop of the hot, thick cum. But it was still too much for her, and some dribbled from the corners of her mouth and down her chin, and she lashed out her tongue in a sweeping motion to wipe the stringy semen into her mouth, as Peter's cock began to collapse and pull free from her lips with a wet, sibilant sound.
She skewered her buttocks up rapaciously onto the still pumping cock of his older brother, and Benji demoniacally goaded his finger farther up her anus while he squirted the last of his climax out against the blunt tip of her cervix. With a wail coming like a whirlwind from between gnashing teeth, Vicky felt her own lithe body mushroom into a fantastic cyclone of fluorescent stars, her cumming racking her entire being with an ecstatic delirium that sent her mind whirling.
She fell back flat against he floor, exhausted, the boys sprawled satiated on either side of her. Her flesh was beaten, pummeled and tortured beyond repair...but no longer was the girl's mind torn by shame or remorse. She'd been fucked and fucked good, fucked for the sake of being fucked, and now she knew why her mother and, yes, even Carol Summers, were so eager to have a man's cock buried up inside their bodies-any man's cock, in any of her orifices. This was it! This was what she'd been denying herself and chastising her mother for, but for no reason she could find acceptable any longer! Sex .was great, any ol' way...!
Simultaneous with Vicky's release, her mother was approaching her own climactic peak. Alice Henderson could hear the boys', father panting in gasps, but was deaf to her own soulful moaning as he jammed flesh up inside her gluttonous cunt and began throbbing out its milky seed. Her own buttocks slowed the frantic scramble for completion and started small, spasmodic jerks back tightly against Sam's spewing penis sunk deep in her backsides. His hotly splashing cum filled her pussy as completely as his sons' youthful semen was flooding both ends of her daughter, and Alice could see clearly the shining ivory streams surging from the pink lips of Vicky's mouth, and roll down the stretched crevice of her cunt to pool at her head and bottom. The fucking mother and father jerked against each other for a moment longer, and then they too lay still.
Alice's legs grew limp, then, and satisfied with pleasure and completion, she started to slide free of Sam MacGregor's deflating penis. She sighed dreamily as his cock trickled out the last remainders of his cum onto her quivering buttocks as she lay half-comatose on the kitchen linoleum...
But then Alice glanced back up to where her daughter lay cradled between the two brothers, and in one split second of horror, her inner peace was abruptly shattered, and she instantly returned to reality. Her naked child was sitting up, her nubile thighs bent in such a way as to show her softly curling pubic hair- soaked and glistening now with Benji MacGregor's fresh white sperm. Vicky Henderson wasn't looking at herself, however... She was staring at her mother with eyes as large as dinner plates.
CHAPTER NINE
Alice's orgasmic moans, bubbling spontaneous and unnoticed by her in her sensual daze, was, for that critical moment, the only sound audible in the stifling, sex-saturated air of the apartment. The noise penetrated her daughter's numbed consciousness, even though her own climax was still drumming loud and enveloping her scenes, and sent Vicky pivoting where she lay, startled, hysterical and unaware of its source. For a split second the girl didn't recognize just who or what had interrupted them, her mind fragmented with fright at the idea of being discovered here, like this, nakedly soiled and subverted.
Then, with terrifying clarity, she saw her mother. Jerking upright, she comprehended the whole incredibly lewd tableau; Sam MacGregor's long, red gleaming penis withdrawing from the tumescent buttocks hunching before him on the kitchen floor...her naked mother sliding forward, quivering and sighing with her spent passions... And in a blinding flash, Vicky realized that her mother had been watching her being fucked by two boys, while allowing their father to do the same to her from behind!
And then Alice raised her exhausted head, seeing Vicky staring at her. Their eyes locked for a breathless, stunned instant, before Vicky managed to gasp out:
"Mother!"
Alice, her mind tumbling crazily as she stared at her crouching nude child, slowly tottered to her feet. She couldn't find words to utter, her mouth working mutely with anguish. Tears of abject shame trickled down her pallid cheeks, and she was unable to function more than stagger a few steps in Vicky's direction.
The stunned girl cowered at first, watching with puff-lidded eyes as her mother hesitantly approached. Then she too gradually straightened, to stand weakly in torment for whatever might develop. She knew that although she'd caught her mother fucking Mr. MacGregor, it still didn't absolve her of her own guilt.
"Vicky," Alice said in a choking whisper, "Vicky, please don't hate me..."
The naked girl gazed at her mother and then down at herself, at her fresh smooth skin flushed a rosy hue from excitement, at her pink-tipped nipples and her alabaster breasts heaving and glistening with love-dew, at her pubic mound with its inflamed vaginal lips and matted curls. Then she looked back up, understanding and compassion finally dawning in her. "I don't hate you, Mother... To hate you would be like hating myself."
"It's all my fault," Alice moaned, coming still closer. She forced back her tears, stiffening her resolve, for there was a time for weeping and a time to face up to a situation, and she had to try to make amends to Vicky no matter what the cost or what happened to her afterwards. "You saw me with Sam, and you hit back to purge yourself, and it's all my fault... Fm so ashamed..."
"It's not your fault," Vicky murmured gently. "Okay, so I saw you and Mr. MacGregor, but I was excited by it. And I was excited having sex with Peter and Benji. I wanted it-I'm not sure why. or why I couldn't control myself once we started-but I've got to be honest and admit I wanted them to cum in me together. And...And I didn't care who they were, just so long as they fucked me."
Alice swallowed hard, ignoring the three naked males in the room as she studied her daughter's wistful face, inwardly cringing from the lash of her obscene confession.
"You're young, inexperienced," she said, hoping to wash the blight of guilt from Vicky's mind. "While I... I'm responsible for this whole sordid affair, and should've known better. I'm unfit to be your mother. I'm just what your father called me, a tramp. A sluttish tramp."
"If you are, then so am I."
"You don't mean that, you can't, not truly."
"Truly. But we're not sluts, Mother. Daddy is wrong. He's been wrong all the years you've been married to him, and now that I know what you've been denied, I don't blame you the least little bit. And I want you to keep on this way. I want us both to."
"Oh, Vicky," her mother sobbed, and suddenly they were in each other's arms, hugging tightly to bridge the gap which had separated them for so long. Vicky clung with her face pressed to Alice's warm maternal breasts, rocking gently, and Alice realized that her daughter was no longer a child but a woman...a woman capable of responding to the same sexual drives as any other healthy person.
"But what about us?" rose a lament beside them.
Alice turned, Vicky glancing up as well, to see the MacGregor brothers standing with hopeful if apprehensive expressions on their faces. Peter had been the one to speak, and his was the more eager of the two faces. "What do you mean?" Vicky asked him.
"I, uh...Hell, cherub, you're kinda special to me.
"I'm fond of you, too," she answered cheerfully, then deliberately let her eyes rove over his brother's well-knit frame, dwelling blatantly on his smooth penis nestling against the soft swell of his testicles. "And of you, Benji, now..."
"That's what Peter's driving at," Benji said, beginning to grin. "I mean, look at your mom. She and Dad are getting awful thick together, just like we are. We're like a family."
"We are, in a way, aren't we?" Vicky giggled.
"And since you're not planning to go back to the old ways of doing things..."
Vicky and her mother looked at each other. "I guess not," Alice replied. "It doesn't make any sense to, does it?"
"Not even if Daddy comes crawling back," Vicky sighed, giving her mother an extra squeeze around the waist.
"Well, then why don't you start a new life?" Benji went on to suggest. "One that fits your new, uh, preferences?"
Alice regarded the boys with surprise. "You don't mean that we should all start living together, do you?"
"Why not?" Peter said almost bashfully, scuffing a bare toe against the floor. "Huh? Why not you two and all of us?"
"Far out!" Vicky squealed, suddenly turning to throw her arms around Peter's neck. "What a great team we'd make!" She sprang upwards in her enthusiasm, wrapping her legs affectionately around his hips. "Let's do it, Mother, lets do it! I want to!"
"It's not entirely up to me, dear," Alice replied with a wry smile, arching an eyebrow toward the father, who was standing perplexed by this swift and unexpected turn of events. "Well, Sam What do you think of your sons' idea?"
"I..." MacGregor felt a choking constriction in his throat as he considered the loaded question. "I'm not sure..."
"Please, Mr. MacGregor," Vicky urged, Peter squeezing her buttocks playfully as he eased her to the floor. "You like my mother at least enough to give it a try, don't you?"
MacGregor scratched his hair, trying to conceive an answer. To outright say no would surely lose the most desirable woman he'd ever known since his wife had died, and deep in his heart he knew he'd miss Alice tremendously. Yet to say yes would mean giving up his bachelorhood with all of its pleasurable compensation. Her warm sinuous body was a constant joy to explore and he doubted he'd ever tire of her the way he had of so many others...But if given the invitation, could he resist catting around on her? Could t they really figure out some workable arrangement? And then there was his career, even his property to consider. Being single and playing the field was a condition his employers and their priggish wives could tolerate, but to start "Living In Sin" would be taboo. They'd have to be kept carefully ignorant of the affair, or else Alice and Vicky would have to agree to act in public as his new "wife" and "step-daughter". Plus he'd have to sell out and move from Portlawn for sure; that stuffy pinch-nosed suburban community already sniffing indignantly about his comings and goings.
Shit on a stick! Alice had spoken about the "revolution" he'd caused to her way of thinking...but it was nothing compared to the upheaval of his way of life they were proposing...!
"Not so fast," he hemmed. "There're considerations to, ah, consider. What would your father say if he found out, Vicky, which quite likely he would?"
"Just what he's always said," she retorted. "Besides, who cares? Divorce is a simple fifty-fifty, no-fault separation these days, and no court would award him custody of me."
"Yes, well, and then there's your schooling," he hawed "and my boys' college to take into account."
"Poo! We'll move into town, close by here, where it's more liberal anyway." Vicky sidled over to him, taking his arm to tug him closer to the group, pouting sweetly as she pleaded with him. "Aw, Mr. MacGregor, it'd be load of fun. Oh let me show you how exciting it could be with two women in the same house!"
Abruptly she thrust herself into his arms, forcing her nubile body against his chest, kissing him boldly on the lips. Her tongue found its way between his teeth, and she darted it lewdly around inside, flicking it over the sensitive roof of his mouth and encircling his own moist tongue. Her hands roved over his hard thighs and around to his tight, firm buttocks, then across to lightly comb her fingers through his thick pubic hair and gently cup the warm expanse of his testicles.
"Don't you want me to do this to you, Mr. MacGregor?" she purred suggestively. "I've only started learning how to make men happy, and don't you want to help teach me...?"
Her slender hands caressed his softened penis, teasing it into unexpected wakefulness. An electric thrill of desire charged through the older man, but he remained motionless, simmering with frustrated indecision. This coy young vixen was daring him to fuck her, and he was growing a rabid urge to do just that and prove she couldn't play games without getting burnt...But while her mother stood watching? Christ, her taunting was diabolical!
As if reading his mind, Vicky called out: "He's wavering. Mother! C'mere and help me convince him, will you?"
"With pleasure, dearest," Alice agreed, laughing at her lover's obvious discomfort. In a twinkling, Sam MacGregor felt the long curves of her opulent body rubbing kittenishly against him from the rear. Alice
Henderson's breasts crushed against his back and he could feel the tingling moistness of her pubic hair undulating against his naked buttocks. Her hands encircled his chest and she ran her tongue seductively over his neck and ears. Before he was fully cognizant of what was being done to him, mother and daughter were pulling him over to the couch, pushing him down lengthwise on his back, and pressing their naked bodies like writhing blankets of erotic flesh all over his torso and flanks.
Vicky took his thickening penis in her hands again, rolling it between her palms with newfound expertise. It throbbed involuntarily to life, its half-erection mute testimony to her natural-born talents. Alice meanwhile was bending over him and letting her pendulous breasts swing down over his face. Teasingly she swayed her body back and forth, brushing his lips lightly with the swelling tips of her nipples, while smoothing her fingers back and forth over his chest and stomach. "Unbelievable," MacGregor sighed, the sky perfume of Alice's flesh filling his nostrils. He reached for her warm sensitive buds and pressed them against his cheeks, feeling drunk with sensuality. Unbelievable...But I'd be a tool to say no to it, he thought, beginning to drown in the lewd sensation the two naked women were creating in him.
"Alright, you win," he groaned. "I'm convinced! I'm convinced, goddamnit!"
"I don't- believe you," Alice laughed in banter. "You're giving up too soon, too easily!
You'll change your mind!"
"Why you-!" he spluttered, gasping as Vicky continued to gently coax his penis into rising hardness. "You hightail your ass up here on the couch and fuck this pole of mine, Alice and you'll get hard evidence of my sincerity!"
"No!" Vicky panted before her mother could reply. "No, let me do it, Mr. MacGregor. Fuck me instead!"
"But...But your mother..."
"You love her, don't you?" she argued, crawling up onto the couch and squirming against MacGregor. "Well, then, love me too, love me like you do my mother! Let's make us a real family!"
MacGregor groaned again, unable to resist the lewd supplication, and he rolled on his side to face the girl as she languidly stretched out and pressed her loins against him. He fingered her receptive pink cuntal slit, his penis rubbing against the satiny flesh of her inner thighs, causing her to undulate passionately in tiny circles and moan feverishly from her mouth. And all Vicky could think about was that Sam MacGregor had given her mother his hard cock, and now he'd be giving it to her...and like her mother, she was accepting it with love...
"Oh Sam, be gentle...Don't hurt her!" Alice pleaded. The salacious sight of her lover poised at the entrance of her daughter's young pussy made her quiver with prurient captivity. The fleshy column of Sam's penis was sliding up and down along the warm, moist slit of Vicky's cunt now, as hypnotically fascinating as before when it had been insinuating blissfully against her. You're so big...!"
"Yeah, maybe you're right," MacGregor said, and hugging Vicky, maneuvered around so that she was lying on top of him. "It'll be easier if you ride up and down on my cock," he murmured huskily to Vicky. "Kneel on either side of my hips and ride me like a pony, got it?"
"Not yet, but I will," Vicky replied with a mischievous grin. Unhesitant, she levered up on her arms, her long blonde hair flowing down over her head and sweeping the naked man's chest, her breasts swaying sensuously with their erect little nipples lightly touching his skin. She kneeled, straddling with her thighs splayed widely on either side of MacGregor's hips, sensing his hardened cock pointing directly upwards at the desire-wet crevice of her vagina.
She thought expectantly of what was going to follow, and bent to stare down between their bodies. She could see him holding the shaft of his penis in one hand and taunting it up against the spread pink slit of her cunt with its hardened blunted head. The immediate contact of its moist warmth against the tingling flesh of her vaginal opening instigated little carnal sensations upwards through her loins. And then-
"Uggg!" she breathed as she felt the first harsh pressure against the tight elastic opening of her wide-splayed cunt lips.
"Just relax," he panted, wrapping his hands tightly around her twisting waist securely atop his penis. Then he pushed upwards again, harder between her tender loins.
"Ohhhh, you're so large, Mr. MacGregor!" she mewled, feeling his fleshy girth slicing deeply up inside her stretching pussy. "You're so much thicker and longer than your sons!"
"Boys will be boys," he answered with a lurid chuckle. "Since you want to be taught, consider that your first lesson."
In deference to her nubile body, MacGregor lay still for a moment, letting his rigid shaft soak in the vise-like tightness of her cuntal passage, allowing her a respite to become accustomed to his greater size. God, but she was tight! If he hadn't known better, he could've sworn she was still a virgin!
Vicky, too, became immobile, reluctant to move for fear of the pain it would bring. Neither made a sound for a long moment, and then suddenly she felt a throb deep in her belly, his firmly encased penis burrowing deeper as MacGregor flexed inside her vagina.
"So how does it feel to have a man inside you?" he tormented below her.
"Nnnnggg," she groaned breathlessly, the cords of her neck standing out from the pressure of her impalement.
He flexed again, grinning up in crude delight at the pained expression on her face. "I said, how does it feel with a full-grown man-sized cock stuck in you?"
"Ohhh. I love it." she cried out. "I love it."
MacGregor could feel her tight narrow vagina widen with each short smooth stroke he gave her, and sensing that she was finally able to accept a man-sized fucking, he initiated a slow rocking motion up between her slim sensitive pelvis. Then clawing his fingers into the tender skin of her waist, he helped her pump up and down in obscene concert with his own increasing rhythm, hearing her moan and gasp in helpless excitement as she willfully submitted to the buffeting he was subjecting her to. It was upbeat music to his ears!
Vicky's whole body started twitching and writhing above him, and she sighed uncontrollably, lowering her head to shove her tongue into the moistness of his mouth. Low hums of servile abandonment were seething out from deep in her chest, her body beginning to respond as it never had before. She voluntarily started matching the tempo of MacGregor's cock skewering wetly inside her, new delights racing through her with every lunge he made. She was being ignited by a man old enough to be her father, and she deliriously groveled in this unique experience. Her eyes were closed and her tongue was working slavishly down into her throat. Yes... God, yes! She hadn't the slightest pang of regret, and gratefully she surrendered body and soul to the scurrilous eroticism permeating her flesh...
Watching her lover fuck her daughter, Alice Henderson smiled winsomely, relishing the debauching sight. She placed her hand across the saturated mound of her tingling wet cunt, beginning to knead her quivering slit and clitoris in responsive cadence to the heaving couple on the couch. She churned her hips, gliding her fingers over her vaginal flesh, only dimly aware of the two boys clustering next to her. Then Peter reached up and caressed one of her pear-shaped breasts, so soft and pliant and promising, kissing her tenderly on the nipple. Her initial response was automatic denial, but as his brother Benji covered her rubbing hand with his own fingers and started aiding her masturbation, she found herself relishing their lewd attentions with rising passion.
Lord, this was the ultimate in physical gratification, without even the rationality of romance between the partners! She stiffened reflexively, dizziness overcoming her as she recalled her desire to make love to only those she loved... But ooohh, how she was enjoying it! Is this what I want after all...?
Alice gazed once more at Sam before submitting to his sons and the delicious sensations they were smothering her with. She saw his wild grin and gleaming eyes and the way he was ferociously pile-driving into her daughter's greedily absorbing pussy, and she felt as if her flesh were afire with obscene prurience. She couldn't resist, she couldn't help herself any more than she could before when Sam had first seduced her...and deep, deep down inside she knew she really did not wish to. As long as Sam understood and approved, then she wanted all of the marvelous ways of satiating her unleashed and unrequited appetite for sex.
"You want them, honey?" MacGregor called to her.
"Yes,"' she mewled, watching him surge up into Vicky's buttocks. "Yes! Anything your sons want to do to me! But Sam... Sam, I love you!"
MacGregor marveled at her sweet confession, hardly able to believe his ears. He'd been a callous, cynical corruptor when first he'd visited her, but nevertheless Alice was offering herself to him, all of herself, if he wished to have and keep her. The few short hours of their intimate acquaintance were more like centuries, inexorably changing the rest of their lives far beyond anything he could have imagined!
He trailed his hands over the slim curves of her daughter's naked body, and felt the long smooth muscles beneath Vicky's silken skin rippling lightly from his hungry touch. He felt the moist walls of her young cunt gripping at his hardness buried deep inside, and his brain spun wildly from his erotic victory over not one, but two sensual females. Christ, he possessed Alice, even while he was fucking Vicky! He really did...and now he realized that no matter what the future might hold for them all, he loved that blonde goddess of a mother too!
"Then it's alright, honey! Let them fuck you all they want, because nobody can ever tear us apart!" He laughed with his own released emotions and said to Benji: "Go on, you and Peter sock it to her anyway-every way-that turns you on! Do it for me, boys, do it with love!"
CHAPTER TEN
Freed from the last of her reservations, the naked mother stared in open lust at first one and then the other of the MacGregor boys. Which one? her licentious brain asked in fevered passion. Which one would she choose first? And then Peter noisily suckled her breast in longing for this voluptuous older woman, and Alice's mind was made up. Since her lover was hotly fucking her daughter, then it only seemed right for her to get fucked by Vicky's lover! Turnabout was fair play...and fun!
She turned toward him, saying in a passionate tone: "Well, Peter, let's start the nice games with you. shall we? We won't forget your brother Benji, not one tiny bit, but first there'll be you..."
She began to blanket his smooth face and neck with ardent kisses, one hand moving gently down his belly to find his straining penis. The boy trembled at her obscene touch, and a similar galvanic sensation raced through Alice as she delicately fingered his hardening cock. Dropping her head, she kissed his palliating chest, tonguing her way to each breast and playing with the tiny nipples until Peter groaned with unbearable pleasure. Then, moving down over him with distended tongue to lave his belly and navel, she stroked his erection until it was blood-engorged to a swollen purple, slightly thinner and stubbier than his father's massive rod, but still long and thick enough in its own right to engorge her cunt with exquisite sensations.
Oh Lord, it was beautiful! They were both so deliciously beautiful, she thought, swiveling to inspect Benji's hefty cock. And Benji was just as delightfully firm and hot inside her fingers, she decided, closing her other hand around its fleshy shaft. Excitedly, Alice drew the two uncircumcised foreskins downwards over their red coronal rims, feasting her eyes on their fully exposed tips while the boys jerked spasmodically in her grip.
Her mouth twisting in a depraving smirk, and her eyes gleaming with corruption, Alice said to Peter: "Now tell me...you've seen lots of girls naked, haven't you? You've seen my daughter's pussy... But have you seen a grown woman's close up?"
Peter swallowed twice before he could answer. 'N-no, Mrs. Henderson, no I h-haven't."
"Well, here's your lucky chance, Peter," Alice sighed salaciously. "You've been looking at my cunt all night, only this time get down between my legs and take a real bird's-eye squint!"
Alice squatted down and patted the floor encouragingly while she continued to pump his older brother's cock. She read the hesitancy in his movements as he slowly sat before her, and the sight of his apprehension fed her own insatiable hunger even more. Lewdly she settled lower, moving one leg over him so that he fell back prostrate and she was straddling his waist with her loins directly in front of his face. She teasingly widened the full white columns of her shapely thighs, kneeling outwards with both legs so that her entire pelvis with its maturely swelling crevice was fully exposed to his bulging eyes.
"Go ahead, Peter," Alice urged him. "Take your thumbs and spread my cunt...just like it was Vicky's you were fingering!"
His heart pounding in his chest, Peter lay the palms of his hands on the insides of Alice's quivering thighs, and then began to draw the fleshy vaginal lips slowly apart. He gasped in lustful fascination as he touched her silken blonde hairs and fingered the moist blushing channel of her inner cunt, greedily absorbed at the sight of it twitching in passionate response. Christ, diddling around with girls his own age was always wild sport, but half the time it turned out to be a wrestling match just to get their legs apart...This was something special, somehow a hundred times more seductive and arousing, to have his girlfriend's mother almost sitting on his face, craving to have him play with her naked twat!
"Rub it...There, Peter, that's it, rub harder...!" Alice gasped, pushing her vaginal slit down hard against his probing hand, while she eagerly continued masturbating Benji who joined them on the floor. "Ohhh, it feels so damn nice...!"
God in heaven, it truly did! And it wasn't only the wild sensations coming from his fingering! It was the power she wielded! The ability to manipulate Peter and Benji to obey her slightest whim, just like their father was subverting Vicky to satisfy his own lecherous demands! His sons were hers now to use for anything she desired...Anything, no matter how disgusting and degenerate... In fact, the more depraved the better!
But what...? She tried to think of some -unnatural perversion that sounded appealing to try, but she quivered with sheer animal passion as Peter's extended middle finger sliced through her wetly pulsing cuntal flesh and circled teasingly against her clitoral bud. Growing brasher with his own mounting desires, the boy tried a few more variations on her instructions, his own breathing becoming harsh and tortured as she sighed down at him: "Ohhh, you must love cunts to do so well!" And the thought seared through her mind, love them enough to kiss them!
Alice had never had her pussy licked before. Her husband Dale had refrained from it, as he had most everything sexual, and she'd always considered it to be a wicked and debasing act against nature. Yet now, despite her ingrained abhorrence, the very forbidden nature of the idea made her determined to command it.
"Kiss my cunt, Peter!" she moaned back down at him. "You love my cunt so much you want to kiss and lick it, don't you?"
"Yeah! Yeah, I do!"
"Then kiss it right now! Show me how much you love my cunt while I play with your brother's prick!" Alice heard herself order him.
The sound of her voice cracked with authority, and Peter's cock leaped in feverish excitement to do as she bid. He inhaled the delicate female fragrance and then thrust up his tongue, making delicious contact with the older woman's moist smooth vaginal flesh. The warm liquid feel of it was mellower than Vicky's pussy juices, he thought, and had a different tang and aroma to it...different but equally sublime, causing his nostrils to flare and saliva to spontaneously flow.
"Ohhh, you're a born cunt-licker! Eat it, lick it, suck it and keep your finger right up inside it! Yessss...!"
The young MacGregor son began to move his tongue around wildly now, encouraged to explore all of her sweet-tasting pussy until his nose was buried in her loins and he could hardly breathe. He fluted his tongue to join his middle finger, spearing them both far up into the warmly straining folds of her sensitive cunt, finding that when he did, Mrs. Henderson gasped and trembled as if he'd kicked her in the stomach. Peter hardly knew what he was doing any longer-only that somehow he'd ended up sucking the flaring pussy of his girlfriend's mother, and that he had a hard-on which was threatening to explode, it was aching so much. The salacious twist of her satin smooth thighs...the unbelievable taste of her blonde-fringed pussy...Christ, no wonder his dad was so crazy about her! She was the hottest woman he'd ever met!
"Ahhhhh," Alice sighed as she hunched on all-fours above the obscenely slavering boy.
She thrashed and shivered, whipping her hand up and down over Benji's tumescent penis in lewd rhythm to his younger brother's laving tongue burrowing up her vagina. Oh God, had she ever been so foolish as to think such delightful sensations could be wicked? Oh God, God, what an idiot she'd been! Ohhh, it was so beautiful a feeling, that quivering tongue licking, those moist lips kissing, that gluttonous mouth nibbling ever tender inch of her pulsating cunt! Peter MacGregor was orally fucking her as if his face were a cock! Cock! That's what she needed now! Cock! But not in her cunt, not yet, not until she'd satisfied more of her suddenly unshackled urges.
"Keep on sucking," she ordered breathlessly, beginning to gradually shift her position on the floor. Never once did she miss a hand-stroke upon Benji's turgid penis, gently easing around with slow, deft directions so as not to break the obscene contact of his brother's mouth against her seething loins. And finally after a few minutes she was settled, just the way she wanted. Her wide-splayed buttocks were still hovering directly over Peter's head, and she could glance down between her quivering breasts and see his slender tongue sluicing her saliva-gleaming vagina. And right in front of her now was Benji, his naked body stretched out and his legs drawn up and folded back so that all of his virile pelvis was in lust-arousing view. She could rest on her elbows and fondle his throbbing penis to her heart's content, his lean thighs splayed apart before her so she could even study the tiny pink circle of his anus as well as the round sac of his testicles and the sperm-filled ridge of his stiffened penis.
She smiled at Benji with ill-concealed avarice, seeing his envious eyes dart from her haunting nakedness to his younger brother's slaving face, and then back again to her.
"Now it's your turn," she whispered hungrily, softly squeezing his erection. "You see? I hadn't forgotten, Benji."
"Do we fuck, Mrs. Henderson?" he bluntly asked.
"Later," she hissed fervently. "But first..."
Slowly Alice bowed her head and kissed Benji on the inside of his upper thigh. She was surprised by her own lewd boldness, knowing she should dread what she was planning to do, but she could think of no greater corruption she could commit now than to take that cock she needed into her mouth instead of her cunt...something which she would have detested to do even so close as yesterday. She crazily recalled the image of Vicky sucking avidly on Peter's sawing erection here on this same floor, and how the immoral sight had horrified her...but now, now she understood exactly the sheer, wanton desire that had been reflected in her daughter's eyes:
Tentatively, Alice began licking her tongue in a lewd wet line up along Benji's inner thighs, her hand still grasping his lusty penis. She could feel the boy twist slightly from her ministrations, and she trembled sympathetically with her own delights while Peter continued teasing her open pussy with his lips. She worked gradually higher, leaning forward carefully so she would not dislodge the driving tongue scouring into her vagina from below, pausing only when her face was directly above Benji's up-thrusting hardness. Her lips were a scant inch away from the firmly rounded cockhead, and she opened her mouth to blow against it, allowing her hot breath to flow over the pulsating tip in a maddening caress.
"Ohhhh, Mrs. Henderson!" she heard Benji whine, and his pleading exclamation aroused her all the more. Her saliva laden tongue flicked out, coming into contact with the blood-swollen crown of his manhood, then circling around and around as the boy groaned from her erotic teasing. The point of her searching tongue found the tiny opening at the end and darted maddeningly into it, while one hand pulled back the loose foreskin and exposed the tender pink head to the sensuous softness of her lips. She began planting moist warm kisses in a tracery down the full length of the rigid shaft to its base, and then wetly back up again to the blunt rubbery crown. She played longer than she knew she should, wanting to make sure Benji never ever forgot this moment of aberrant lust.
But Benji could stand her teasing no longer. With a gurgling deep in his throat, the muscular youth reached out with his hands and tangled them in the mother's hair, thrusting his loins up with all the impatience of his age. He felt Mrs. Henderson pause in momentary doubt, and then he was guiding his cock between the whiteness of her teeth and into the warm cavern of her wet mouth. He couldn't hold back a gasp of pleasure as he saw her lips tighten around his aching penis like an elastic band. He'd been sucked off plenty before: some chicks he'd dated preferred tasting to fucking-but just to realize that she, Vicky's proud mother, was swallowing his prick, was fantastically more exciting! The sight of his erection captured between her ovaled clasping lips while his younger brother was licking her cunt was crazy-wild. Man, what would Mrs. Henderson do if he suddenly shot off his wad in her mouth? Did the lady want to have his cum, too...?
Alice closed her eyes to keep from choking. She could feel his stiffened penis rubbing along the full length of her tongue, infiltrating almost to the back of her thraot. Saliva filled her mouth, all of it, drowning Benji's swift-pumping hardness, as it sawed insanely between her tightly clasping lips. She felt at the same time the arousal growing in her own body from the unspeakably sinful thought of using her mouth this way on one rutting boy, while his brother licked ceaselessly at her vagina from below.
And totally caught up in his cunt-sucking assignment, Peter MacGregor glanced sidelong at the lush white nakedness of his girl's mother trapped between his tongue in her cunt and his brother's ramming penis in her mouth. Crap! Benji's prick was completely vanishing between her lips! It must be sliding right down her throat, what with her nose and chin brushing against his pubic hair! Peter's own hard-swollen erection was throbbing from frustration, every fiber of his loins anticipating how sweet would be the sensation of sliding into her lushly enveloping body. He could feel a small dewdrop of seminal emission forming slowly on the end of his painfully aching cock, and he realized that if he didn't fuck her now, it'd be too late! And he didn't want to fuck her just any ol' way... Oh no, not after the warm-up she'd been making him endure!
With some difficulty, Peter slithered out from under Alice, worming between her thighs until he could scoot up on his knees. Facing her uptilted buttocks from between her spread legs, he crawled as far up against her now wetly gleaming crevice as he could go, nestling the blunt head of his penis into the pulsating hot slit of her backsides. He groaned, feeling that never in his life had he felt anything so firm yet tender around his penis. Trapped between the warm, ready lips of her vaginal plane, the lewd contact of his sensitive hardness pressed insistently into her defenselessly raised bottom, inciting him to uncontrollable lust.
"Reach back, Mrs. Henderson," he panted keenly. "Reach back and put my prick in your ass!"
"What? My what?" Alice whimpered from around Benji's penis. "Oh, not that, I can't do that, not there!"
"Put it in!" the boy demanded, digging his fingers tightly into her hips. "Dad said to fuck you any way we want-and I want to fuck you in the ass!"
"Ohhh," she mewled, in muffled tones as she felt the flesh of her hips being squeezed painfully. She couldn't resist it, and soulfully she realized that the commanded had become the commander, usurping her short-lived power and forcing her to unquestioningly submit. In desperation, she reached between her legs and closed her hand over his hard, youthful shaft. Oh God, it seemed enormous to her now, far, far bigger than it'd appeared to her before! He was going to impale her rectum! He would split her in two!
Peter squeezed again, this time bringing a louder sound of pain from the naked mother's clasping lips. She tearfully placed the angry head of his cock against her puckered anus, feeling it begin to prod against her sphincter muscles, parting them and slowly crushing its way inside the restrictive channel of her rectum. There was a painful stretching of her buttocks as if her pelvis were being pulled asunder-then abruptly she felt his virile length sweep aside her defensive tightness and penetrate into her cringing belly, pushing her forward and down against Benji's mercilessly working penis in her mouth.
"Mmmmaaawwww!" she strangled on the meaty hardness, struggling and jerking her buttocks in a vain attempt to elude the cruel impalement. But Peter had skewered into her rectal passage up to the hilt, and she was his helpless prisoner, stuck on the shaft of his cock like a mounted insect. Her backsides were burning from the unaccustomed size of his unnatural entry, and she felt as if the boy were sodomizing her clear up to her breasts. She moaned against the humiliating agony, her lips opening and closing around Benji's penis in sensation and torment.
Through her pain-flecked daze, the kneeling mother glanced toward her daughter, hoping for rescue or at least a flicker of pity. But Vicky had seemingly turned insane from her wanton passions, nakedly crouching over Sam MacGregor and grinding her buttocks down against his hairy loins, moaning lewd encouragements and begging to be fucked harder and faster. The girl was no longer human but a quivering mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh pleading for subjugation, and watching her, Alice couldn't help but respond in a similar manner to the brutal penis sodomizing her. A strange masochistic gleam began to filter through her shame-filled eyes, the sight of her child succumbing plus the humiliating knowledge of her own dual ravishment combining to send perversely carnal emotions coursing through her mind. She slowly started to undulate her soft-fleshed buttocks in lascivious circles, not fully aware at first that she was gradually learning to desire the wetly shimmering fucking her in the anus.
Behind her, gasping with brutal delight, Peter quickened his pace as he thrust rhythmically in and out of her defenseless rectum. He stretched the quivering moons of her buttocks with his fingers, reveling at the view of her glistening crevice enveloping his long impaling shaft. He gloatingly gripped her harder, squeezing her unresisting thighs with sadistic strength, hurting her, hearing moans from her tormented throat as she sucked helplessly on his brother's jerking cock.
Slowly the pain began to ease a little, and Alice grew to feel even more masochistic pleasure trickling though her. She bobbed her head above Benji's sawing penis with a lost glaze of eroticism now, spreading her thighs wider until she could feel with obscene delight the curly hair at the base of Peter's loins brushing against the soft inner slit of her buttocks. She could feel his tunneling penis behind her imbedded far up in her belly, routing its fleshy hardness deep inside her rectal sheath where no man had ever been before. Forgotten was the humiliation of bending like a slave while the son of her lover fucked into her anal passage; forgotten was her nakedly fucking daughter on the couch-all that mattered to her right now was the perverted lusts surging out of control through her loins. She wanted to be fucked in the ass like this; she wanted to be subjected to any lewd demands placed upon her nerve-wracked body.
"Ohhh, fuck me, fuck me deep in the ass," she groveled rapturously around the cock skewering her mouth. "I like it, ohhh God, cum, cum, cum in my ass...!"
Hearing her mother's muffled pleas, Vicky turned her head and stared at the trio bucking on the floor. She blinked in wonderment as she saw Peter's hard cock sink to its root between her mother's splayed buttocks, disappearing until not even a tiny bit of it was visible, and his gourd-like testicles were beating against her upturned vagina. Alice Henderson was frantic with sensation, and it was exciting to Vicky to watch-God, how it excited her, almost as much as when she'd seen her mother fucking Mr. MacGregor. She could feel the hollow pit of her stomach growing hotter from the salacious scene, building more and more into an intense desire to join in this brutal sodomizing with her boyfriend's father.
"Fuck me in the ass too," she hissed down at Sam MacGregor. "Ohhh, treat me like Mother's being treated... If it's good enough for her, it's good enough for me!"
The violently aroused father was wild and uncontrollable now. goaded by the grunts and moans of pleasure all around him, and nothing sounded better to him than to ram his hotly fucking penis up into Vicky's sweet rectum.
"Okay, you asked for it!"
Gripping her around her swaying waist, Sam tilted the girl up off his pummeling cock, his shaft slipping free of her greedy little cunt with a wet slurping sound. He repositioned them both while she hunched expectantly over his loins, and Vicky could feel his hands fumbling between her tender buttocks, pulling the tensed and trembling cheeks wider apart. She then felt the enormity of his tall erection pressuring against her quivering pink anus, the jerking head of his lust-swollen penis insinuating itself in her tightly puckered orifice. He pushed upwards, much as he had when first penetrating her pussy, but this time his blunt cockhead nudged open her pain-clenched rectal muscle. "Ohhh!'' she screamed. "That smarts!"
The initial spasm was so painful that she twisted and lurched like a wild animal thrashing to escape a stabbing spear, but her frantic jerks only helped to wedge his hotly throbbing penis deeper inside her belly. She groaned piteously as she cowered over him, wondering mournfully what on earth had ever possessed her to try such an agonizing stunt-and what was possessing her now, her rectum feeling stretched as if Mr. MacGregor had shoved in a telephone pole. Clenching the muscles of her buttocks tightly together to keep from moving, Vicky resisted the sadistic invasion....but it was useless. Her feeble struggles only incited MacGregor further, her anal passage clutching his erection warm and wet like a hot, butter-filled glove. The sensation she unwillingly was providing him caused his hardness to grow inside her until she felt filled beyond all measure.
Yet gradually, just as it had happened with her mother, Vicky's anal canal began to adjust itself to the unnatural intrusion. Kneeling atop him, the tiny bit of whore that is in every woman broke forth in a tingle of masochistic arousal. There was still pain, but it was weirdly turning more and more pleasurable, and she did not fight it, allowing herself to begin thrusting and squirming down to meet the obscene impalement as he jabbed upwards into her dilating rectum.
"Christ, Vicky's turning on to ass-fucking too!" the ecstatic Peter gasped down at her mother, and Alice watched with disbelieving eyes at her daughter's gyrating submission to the sodomizing she was receiving.
Beneath Vicky, the impassioned and delighted Sam MacGregor groaned each time he surged up into her anus, and now she too was moaning incoherently, humping her backsides down against him in a lewd invitation to fuck her ass as he'd fucked her cunt. The girl glanced about and glimpsed her mother churning nakedly in her own seething passion, and saw that she in turn-was staring hotly at her daughter's libertine performance with pure sensual excitement. A smile passed between them, a different kind of smile than Vicky had ever seen before. It was a smile that meant more than a thousand words, for it was a mute message that they were soul-naked as well as physically naked. And that from now on, whatever they did separately or together would be accepted and cherished by the other-and that nothing would ever come between them again.
And so, released of their mental torments of guilt and shame, the voluptuous mother and her once innocent child surrendered themselves fully to the erotic pleasures of the three MacGregor cocks driving so deeply into their naked bodies. They strove mightily for their orgasms, the heat and rapture in the urgently undulating loins intensifying with every passing second of their spiraling delight. It didn't take long...
Alice felt herself nearing her climax at break-neck speed, Peter's wildly expanding penis digging into her anus like a pulsating jack-hammer. Abruptly she felt it overtaking her in a blinding storm, and her muscles tightened convulsively in an unmistakable signal of her cumming.
"Ohhhh... Oh, Peter, fuck harder! Fuck my ass harder!"
Behind her, the youth groaned and Alice's head whirled in abandoned sensuality as the hotly spurting waves of thick semen spewed up into her hungrily flowering rectum. "Mmmmmm!" she murmured, redoubling her efforts at sucking Benji's cock. "Mmmm!"
Then without warning, the older brother jerked free his penis from her ovaling lips, and held his rigid harness about two inches away from her face. With an expiring groan escaping from his chest, Benji began to pump fresh creamy sperm from the bloating head of his penis, directly up into the mother's open mouth. The thin, quick spurts streamed from his throbbing shaft like milk from a cow udder, filling her tender mouth to the brim. Alice swallowed voraciously, her adam's apple bobbing up and down in an effort to keep pace with the ejaculating cock shooting its lewd seed into her face.
"Oh- Oh, Mr. MacGregor!" Vicky gasped, twitching and heaving uncontainably, her passions stimulated even more by the sight of climactic abandonment all around her.
"Ohhh, yesss...!" She was rapidly approaching her own orgasm, the warm smooth folds of her rectum squeezing tightly around his penis until she could feel every corrugated inch of flesh on his rigidly pounding cock. She screwed her pelvis down against his loins, the wiry curls of his pubic hair dancing teasingly against the inner flesh of her vaginal slit, sending shivers of lewd delight surging through her ravaged nerves. And then-Sam MacGregor started a long continuous stream of curses that swelled to a shout as he began filling her belly with seething torrents of sperm. Vicky clenched her buttocks down against his jerking penis, her hands darting behind her to spread the cheeks of her quivering buttocks apart, her cum juices flowing wetly out around her vaginal slit and down to his pubic mound.
"I'm cumming, Mr. MacGregor! Ohhhh, fuck me, fuck me, shoot up my ass, I'm cumminnnggg...!"
Bright flashed filled Vicky's brain as she continued babbling out her orgasm, her secretions still flowing in unrestrained gushes around Sam's sodden, matted loins. The girl was drained of everything, only dimly perceiving her mother collapsing loosely forward to lay spread-eagled on her stomach, Peter's deflating penis slipping free from her sweat-soaked, semen-filled buttocks. And then the exhausted daughter groaned and fell into MacGregor's arms, her body limp like a doll, held in place only by the father's tender embrace and his softening cock still clasped in the hot, wetly-flooded depths of her rectum.
It took quite some time before they revived. But when finally they had, the night ran a rapid course, everyone making love to everyone else in a hundred different ways, though never reaching that same intense peak they had felt when Sam had to be convinced they should all live together. He didn't raise another objection, and the five naked lovers were happy and satiated when dawn broke and the kids had to prepare for school. They ate breakfast as a family-a true loving family, albeit a tired family, for one could only take so much sex. A lot maybe...but still, there's a limit to everyone.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The hot water of the shower cascaded over Alice as she lathered her full ripe breasts. She hummed tunelessly to herself, recollecting the wonderful time she'd had last night and most every night since she and Sam had combined their broods two months ago. There was nothing better than an enriching, close-knit family, and she couldn't think of a more closely-knit family in all the world since the night she and her daughter had given themselves to a life of sexual pleasure.
She soaped down between her legs, widening her sleek thighs to let the rich frothy lather cleanse her blonde pubic hair, remembering how Sam had sucked her while Peter fucked her at the same time-one of the many- variations they'd done before cradling in one another's arms and falling asleep.
Her reverie was interrupted by Vicky, who thrust the shower curtain aside and stepped in beside her. "Morning, Mom," she said, smiling angelically up at Alice.
"Good morning, dearest," Alice said. "Did you sleep well?"
"When Benji gave me the chance to. Is Peter gone?"
''Oh yes, he left for an early class right after breakfast."
"That's too bad," Vicky said dreamily. "I was sort of hoping he'd have time to make me cum this morning. I'm awfully hot, and Benji says he's recuperating for a date with Carol."
"Mmmm," her mother replied sympathetically. "I tell you what: After our shower, let's got into my bedroom and see if we can rouse Sam. He's slept long enough this morning."
"You sure he's up to it?" Vicky teased.
"We'll see if we can't persuade him. I'll help you," her mother promised. "After all, it's just between the family!"
