Martin Hale went to the window or the small rented cabin and parted the red gingham drapes. His eyes traveled across the heavily wooded landscape of the New England mountains and finally settled on the crisp blue water of Lake Merriam. But Martin kept searching until he saw her, his daughter, Jane.
She was floating on a yellow air mattress about twenty feet out in the calm water. Her bright red bikini contrasted with the yellow of the mattress to make her look like some kind or comfortable fishing float. Martin was more aware of the contrast between the skimpy red bikini and Jane's thoroughly exposed flesh. Well-tanned, smooth flesh, the flesh of an eighteen-year-old girl full of health, vigor and overly eager ideas.
When he'd first seen the string bikini earlier in the week Martin's gut reaction was one of shock she looked naked the thing hardly covered anything and everything it didn't cover was just too appealing to let hang out Then he remembered where they were, the cabin was so Isolated, so deeply hidden in the mountains next to this seldom visited lake that the chance of anyone but himself, Beth or Timothy, her brother, seeing the ripe nudeness was very slim.
But Martin did have to admit to himself that his little girl was now a woman very much a woman. He didn't know where the years had gone, but it did take years, it had to take that long for nature to build such a splendid body. Either way, Jane was occupied; he knew she'd float out there for hours. He looked around to see if Tim was near.
As usual, Tim was nowhere in sight that was something to expect from a seventeen-year-old boy. Probably off fishing or hiking on the mountain, Martin figured. The chances of Timothy coming back during the next few hours were remote. Martin closed the drapes and looked through the dimness of the cabin bedroom toward the sleeping woman in the bed. It was Beth, his faithful wife.
Timothy Hale was doing both things, fishing and hiking. At least he had his fishing rod with him, but he wasn't too close to the water he y was cautiously hiking over the mountain watching stopping now and. then like a hunter to peer into the trees ahead. He squinted the blue eyes of his freckled face and brushed the red shock of hair back from his forehead before moving on, this time toward a spot he'd been to before.
It was a prominent point where he could look down at the lake and see just about everything, coves, shoreline, the cabin back in the woodsy even Jane out on her stupid air mattress. His eyes took scant notice of these familiar things and kept searching. Tim quickly stepped back into the cover of the shrubbery when he saw it--the boat. It was the same boat he'd seen the day before, small, wood, with two people inside. The man sat back and steered the small motor, a woman with light blonde hair sat forward near the bow. Timothy crouched down and watched the distant craft as it slowly and painfully cut across the lake. It was still too soon to tell where they were headed.
Jane Hale took a deep breath and just let it ease from her lungs. She liked doing that, swelling her chest up with air until the red bikini top hugged tight to her breasts, then gradually allowing the halter to go slack and slip away. She had it hooked on the farthest button so it hung loosely on her breasts and let them jostle and bounce whenever she walked, it was almost like having nothing up there at all.
But even lying on the yellow air mattress with the hot sun cooking down on her skin, Jane liked an occasional swell of airy just to remind herself. That's all she could do, she sadly thought. Way up here in the middle of nowhere there weren't many young men to entice and excite with her breathing exercises; actually there were none, unless she counted her father or brother.
Jane sighed and gritted her teeth-what a drag. She was sorry she'd let her father make the plans for this vacation; it was just like him to dig up some place where there was no chance she'd meet any guys at all. He might as well have sent her to a convent instead submitting her to this torture. And to top it all off, he was going back home now for a few days and refused to let her come along.
Jane had gotten mad the night before when she'd asked if he'd take her along. "I can do your cooking and make sure the house is neat," she pleadingly said.
"Sorry, Jane," he answered. "I wouldn't go back unless I had to. It's business and I can't afford to miss it. I'll be very busy trying to get the deal drawn up fast, if I'm alone I'll be able to get down to work and finish quick. Then I can get back up here and enjoy this beautiful spot with my family."
"But I won't get in the way...." she whined.
"Jane!" her mother sternly said. "Your father told you, you can't go!"
It's unfair, Jane told herself as she sullenly floated on the water. Unfair. The hot sun was giving her a deep, bronze tan and making her gold hair shine with light. She stretched her long, lithe legs, yawned and rested back on the mattress. Her narrow hips, flat belly and large, fully-fleshed breasts were motionless as she tried to sleep. What else was there to do?
Martin Hale looked at his watch. He was anxious to get going but knew there was one last thing to take care of. He'd be gone two, maybe three days, but he wanted to make sure Beth was content. The kids were sure to be out for hours, and he knew the sooner he took care of Beth the sooner he'd be on the road ... and he was anxious to take care of the 'business' at home.
He sat at the foot of the bed and gently lifted the blankets. Beth's small, graceful feet and ankles moved as the cooler air touched them, but she didn't wake up. Martin lifted more of the covers away and smiled. He really dug Beth's legs. They were the long, curving limbs of a model and still had every bit of the beauty which had first attracted him to her. She was lying on her side and the soft, velvet-fleshed legs were slightly parted.
He pushed the blankets up even more until the round, firm curve of Beth's fine backside was exposed. She was wearing tight, brief-cut undies of white with her shortie nightgown. Martin could see the shadowed crease between her asscheeks and a soft mound of tender skin and hair keep in the crotch of the underwear. Tasty lumps of stark white skin were exposed where the panties failed to cover all her round backside.
Beth was sleeping heavily and Martin knew it would take more than removing the covers to wake her, so he lifted them all away. He stood at the side of the bed and removed his shirt and pants while watching her deep-breathing body.
The pink tips of her tight, small breasts were visible through the sheer white pajama top. She had hardly changed since the day they married, her narrow-waisted body was as firm and vibrant as ever.
Martin stripped down to nothing but his half-hard cock and slid onto the bed behind her. The smell of her brown, wavy hair was fresh, the warmth of her close body very noticeable. He rested his hand on the soft curves of her ass and squeezed. The cock instantly surged with renewed vigor and stiffened. Beth mumbled quietly in her sleep, but didn't wake up.
He moved in close enough to feel the satin of the undies with the expanding head of his cock. He brushed it up and down in the crease while still giving each cheek gentle squeezes. Then he moved one hand up under the nightie; Beth rolled back against him in her sleep, and a soft moan came from her mouth.
"Mmmmmmmm ... "
Martin felt the gentle slope of her breast, then the pliant and hot nipple. It slid into his fingers like a hot dab of butter, to become a burning, clay-like cone under his rolling pinch. Her ass was fully against him now, pinning his throbbing cock with walls of soft meat against his stomach. Martin kept his hips moving, kept the inflamed cock sliding up and down inside the hugging crease of satin.
Beth's sleeping body was warm and smooth as it unconsciously responded to the hands and stiff prong. The slow breathing of her partially open mouth became deeper, and she swallowed, dreaming the pinching fingers on her breasts and the gently massaging cock in the fold of her ass belonged to a young man, a bright-smiling, gregarious youth with tight flesh across his stomach and no end to the insistent pecker, a beautiful, arching shaft of glowing muscle rising from a bed of red hair.
Martin was enjoying his assault on the limp, unawake body. He moved his hands down to her hips and worked at the elastic waistband of the undies. It took a little maneuvering, but he managed to slide them off the delicious asscheeks and down to the ankles. A renewed wave of inviting heat beckoned from her now bare, white backside.
He lifted the nightie up and off one arm, then across her head of short brown hair, then off the other arm, now she was nude, nude and still asleep. He slid back into the warm tuck of her ass with his hot shaft and scooped each handful of breast into his pinching fingers. She seemed aware of her nakedness and of the fact that a man was next to her, because she bent her legs up and gave the meat of her ass a welcoming thrust back.
"Mmmmmmmm?" she questioningly moaned.
Martin's broad cockhead glided up and down the exciting crevice with more and more speed, he was getting very excited. It dawned on him why he was enjoying this so much ... It was because she was asleep and not aware of who was really doing this to her. It could be any man any man at all in bed with her, rubbing his dock in her ass, feeling her tits, turning her on like this. And that man now had her in a position from which he could do anything even take her in the asshole. Martin silently laughed, that would wake her up, a stiff prong up the ass would open those eyes real fast.
But he knew what would happen once she was awake. He'd have a hell of a fight on his hands, she'd scream like he was using a knife inside her. During all the years of their marriage the one thing Beth never allowed was that-anal intercourse; she always refused to take the pecker in the asshole.
As his hands traveled down the tingling flesh of her torso to brush at the full mound of light brown hair in her crotch, Beth woke up. She opened one eye, blinked, realized what was going on, and frowned. She wasn't unhappy because of what he was doing, no, it felt good to wake up with an eagerly burning cunt. What Beth didn't like was the predictability of it all. Martin was leaving today and Beth knew he'd never go away without performing what he considered his husbandly duty.
She closed her eye and decided to let him work at arousing her for a real long time. this was a chance in a million to make him really try. His big cock was lodged deep in the comfortable squeeze of her ass, the hands were now wedging between her thighs, digging into the gently sloped flesh to find and feel her wet lipped opening. Beth waited.
Martin moved one hand over her leg and reached up to her hot crotch from the rear. He met his other hand and the fingers groped into the slickness of Beth's waiting pussy. The loose, slippery skins parted easily and he deftly searched out her clitoris and put pressure against it. He rolled the firm knob back and forth while giving his shaft long, slow rides between her asscheeks. He wondered why she wasn't awake by now, after all, a finger in the snatch should do it.
Beth took a deep breath of air. She had to go to the bathroom, but knew the impulse would fade if he aroused her enough. His fingers were inside her, twisting, touching, playing with her clitoris and causing the pussy to flow with abundant wetness ... but it just wasn't enough. Something was missing.
Martin couldn't wait, he reminded himself that he was in a hurry and slid his hips back. The meaty head of his hard pecker dipped down and caught between her legs. He used his hand to guide the stick into the slickness of her crotch, to wedge it up tight against the juicy cunt lips and rub back and forth.
Beth let her legs part enough to allow him comfortable entry. He was going to fuck it into her before she was ready; he might as well have said, "Come on, open up, I'm in a hurry to get the hell out of here! Let's get this obligation over with!"
As his flared cockhead pushed into the firmness of her opened lips, Beth said, "Good morning."
"Hi, honey," Martin cooed.
His greeting was too loving, too mushy, too insincere. Beth said nothing else and just arched her back. The head of the cock moved inside her cooking hole with a single lurch. Martin smiled grabbed her by the hips and pushed. The eager cock dug into the moist heat; it cruised between juicy walls until it was totally imbedded inside her.
"Thought I'd surprise you this morning," he whispered.
Surprise? I'd have bet a thousand dollars you'd do this, she told herself. You'd never feel right leaving your wife and children for a few days without putting in a dutiful fuck and telling Jane and Timothy to mind their mother she thought.
Martin gave his cock a fast deep plunge, then pulled back. The soft meat of her rump pressed against his lurching thighs each time he thrust into her. Beth forgot about going to the bathroom and gave her hips a slight twist against the pleasant-feeling stick. It was a good-sized cock, deep, hard, hot; the only reason it didn't have her going berserk was because of the predictability.
The thick moisture of her insides was leaking down to coat the pumping rod and make it glisten with grease. Martin felt the easy slide in and out the way her snatch lips kissed at his digging root, the way she worked her hips to have the head grate against one side, then the other. He reached up and circled his arms tight around her stomach and shoulders, her body pressed fully against his deep-driving torso.
Beth blinked. this was predictable too. It was his way of letting her know he was close. Hug her up real tight like he would be lost without her, then pump his cock with great speed. Smash it into her like she was made of plastic and let it spit-the grand finale. And the walls of her cunt were expected to clap and yell "bravo!" ... but the performance had just started.
The building pressure in Martin's pecker was intense, he knew he was close. His arms squeezed her tight, his hips jerked with increased speed. The pecker worked like it was being driven by a small motor, in and .out, driving deep, rasping into the tender skins of her awakening hole.
Beth could feel the distant tingle .of hope. The extreme chance of her own climax so buried beneath her knot of anger that it could never rise to the surface. The rod felt good, it was making her really burn inside, her snatch was cooking, hugging, sucking at the big stick with hope ... senseless hope.
"Oh ... yes," Beth sighed.
Martin smiled. She was coming around now. He drove himself to full depth and heard a soft groan; she liked it deep. Then his cock felt her pussy contract, she twisted against him. He resumed the rapid strokes of cock into her hungry pit. Beth arched her back to open everything to him, to drive her cunt. backwards at his cock and let it get all the way in.
"Oh ... Martin," she sighed with as much feeling as she could pretend to have.
"You feel good, honey," he said. "Real good ... "
She almost said something but swallowed it back. It was so close to her lips it frightened her. She almost asked, "Do I feel as good as Sherry?" But no, she couldn't ask that. She also didn't know why she couldn't, why she held her silence, why she put up with the knot of anger smothering her climax.
Martin looked down at the jutting curves of her ass, at the red cunt lips circling his swiftly plunging pecker, at the pink eye of her ass watching everything from a front row seat. Her juice was frothed and glistened like honey on his pumping organ as it dug deep and slowly withdrew. He remembered the time and was glad she was coming around. A few more strokes and she'd be jerking that hot ass like a crazy kid, groaning, humping ...
Beth felt the need to go to the bathroom again. She inhaled, then let out a low, guttural moan like a hungry lioness. Then her ass slammed back and she gave her torso a wide twist on the pivot of his imbedded axle. Martin pounded deep and fast, he was letting it go. Beth heaved hard onto him.
"Yes! Yes!" she sighed between clenched teeth. Teeth clenched with growing anger, not passion.
Martin grimaced as he felt the surging lurch of his cream-filled cock overflow inside the twisting snatch. It billowed like foam from a fire extinguisher into the licking flames of her hot oven. Spurt after spurt of thick, white paste spewed and plastered Beth's hungry vagina. She pressed back and felt the filling semen stream deep inside her sobbing pussy.
"Oh ... Yes...." she hissed. "It feels so wonderful ... "
Martin kept his cock working into the jism filled cunt as though it was the stick of a butter churn. Everything was incredibly wet and slick, the cream gurgled back down the length of his shaft to bubble and drip from the red ring of her filled cunt lips. It leaked down to her thigh and left slithering puddles of warmth between Beth's open legs ...
She blinked back her tears as once again she realized the deep-buried happiness in her body was still entombed like a six-feet-under coffin. Martin had failed to do more than lay flowers by the tombstone of her dead vagina. But she heaved back at his now shrinking pecker to imitate life and joy and satisfaction with the performance, a performance she sadly realized she shared with another woman.
It was more than six months ago when she knew for sure. Before then she had only suspected he was seeing another woman, and with a lot of rationalizing Beth had been able to dismiss it all as silly jealousy on her part. Martin was a good man, he would never do something like that. Then she got the phone call.
If it had been a phone call from someone at his office trying to be malicious or cruel Beth could have rationalized that away too. But it wasn't. No, this was a phone call from the woman herself, from Sherry. Beth had to amend her suspicions; Sherry didn't sound like a woman, more like a young girl. A twenty-year-old child with a snake-like voice and a sultry, false, laugh.
"I thought I'd call and tell you that I'm sleeping with your husband," she said with a spoiled whine.
Beth was speechless, she couldn't believe her ears. The young girl told her too much told her about Martin's birthmark between his legs, about the mole under his arm, and, worst of all about how happy she made him.
"Why? Why are you doing this!" Beth stammered.
"Just to let you know," Sherry smugly answered. "They say an affair many times can save a marriage, Mrs. Hale. I just want you to know that I'm saving your marriage for you."
In a fury Beth slammed the phone down. The girl was crazy, some kind of twisted bitch doing her best to destroy their marriage so she could have Martin to herself. Beth was appalled by the thought that Martin would have anything at all to do with such a brazen lunatic In the first place. A girl with such guts! A double-faced, back-stabbing whore so perverted she calls the man's wife and tells all!
Beth held her silence and during the days after the phone call did some checking. She even went as far as following Martin to work and seeing him stop at an apartment building several blocks from the office. He disappeared inside for almost an hour, then came out with this girl who looked younger than their own daughter! She was a short thing with bleached hair and breasts like grapefruits. The giggling little slut wore a skirt so short she'd have trouble if she sneezed, and she hung on Martin like he was some kind of Greek God.
So Beth knew. She knew every time he called and said he had to work late, she knew every time he got up early to get to the office and take care of things, she knew when he said he was going out to play golf on Sunday; she knew. She also knew why he so dutifully and consistently made love to her, even more than before. It was to keep her from suspecting he was sharing himself. But Beth kept silent about the phone call, it was a too obvious attempt by Sherry to cause trouble ... the last thing Beth was going to do was play into Sherry's hand.
She decided something had to be done, but didn't know what. If she waited the whole thing might blow over, but it wouldn't put an end to it. Martin would get involved with some other big-titted bitch because he'd gotten away with it before. No, Beth wanted to find a way to halt it all forever. She knew she had two choices, either let him know she was aware of his cheating and demand he stop it or get a divorce. For six months Beth juggled the options in her mind while the silent anger grew in her guts.
"Okay, honey, I'll be back Wednesday night or Thursday morning at the latest," Martin said after they dressed.
"I wish we had a phone here," Beth said.
"Don't worry," Martin soothed. "It's only a couple of days. If there are any problems take the car down to the general store and use the pay phone."
"Sure." He was talking about Tim's old heap, the one with the wide tires and loud muffler. It was adequate transportation except for two things-it had to be pushed to start and Tim was the only human on earth capable of driving it.
"You know I wouldn't leave like this if it wasn't absolutely necessary," Martin said while kissing her cheek.
Beth smiled. "Yes, I know."
"And I'll make it as fast as I can."
"I know."
"Say goodbye to the kids for me, tell them to mind their mother and keep out of mischief."
"Mischief?" Beth asked. "Up here in the middle of nowhere? If there's mischief around tell me to stay out of it."
Martin laughed and patted her round, proud backside. "See you Thursday."
Beth stood at the window and watched him steer the family sedan down the rutted dirt road toward civilization, the city, the little slut named Sherry. She knew he had no business to take care of other than his little twist, the giggling little pervert, the big-titted bitch who made him feel so manly. Not only was Beth sharing her husband with the harlot when he went to work, the little whore had managed to take him away during vacation.
Beth swallowed. She knew she'd have to make her decision. Let Sherry have him for better or worse or give Martin a second chance. She looked out at the lake and saw Jane on her yellow air mattress, floating, sleeping, drifting, comfortable under the sun. Timothy was nowhere in sight but his modified car was, Tears finally came to Beth's worried face ... both their children would be leaving the nest very soon. Did she want to face a life of loneliness without the comfort of her children or a husband? Did she want to stand all alone or did she want to take a stand against Sherry?
CHAPTER TWO
"Pssssst, Geraldo," Abe whispered to the young, black-haired man resting patiently in the shade of a tree at the top of the mountain.
Jerry opened his eyes and stared at the hulking form of Abe as he crouched behind a rock and peered down at the lake and the small cabin. Abe was older and had short-cut hair on his thick-necked head, his massive arms and stoutly muscled legs filled the light blue shirt and pants to the point of stretching.
Jerry was wearing the same uniform and he stretched before moving over to see what Abe was so excited about. "What is it, Abraham!" he asked.
Abe grinned, his full mouth of white teeth gleamed in the sun, beads of perspiration were scattered over his wide-jawed face with the broken nose. "I just saw a car leave the place. A man walked out with a suitcase and drove off. I think he'll be gone for quite a while."
Jerry smirked. "You think too much. You're the one who had this great idea of getting away from the main road to find a place to sleep. Now we're lost in this damned forest, we'd have been better off back at the pen."
"Bullshit!" Abe snorted. "Anything's better than that damned place."
"Yeah? We'd have gotten breakfast and a decent night's sleep instead of starving up here and sleeping on rocks and bugs," Jerry countered.
"So what? We got out didn't we? Wasn't that what you wanted, to escape?"
Jerry frowned and shook his head. "Sure. But not to go camping. I want some action."
Abe put his arm on Jerry's shoulder and whispered, "Geraldo, we are closer to action than you know."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean we've got it made," Abe smugly said. "That guy waved to someone when he left and I'll bet my last dollar it's a female. A broad."
"Aw, shit, Abe," Jerry groaned. "Let's find a city. There'll be more snatch we can ever handle if we can just get to a city. Why the fuck bother some poor slobs out here on vacation!"
"Because I don't know where the fuck the city is, dammit!" Abe hissed. Then he looked hungrily down at the cabin. "But I figure the lady down there does. And there's a car too. We can talk her into giving us some breakfast, maybe find some other clothes, take the car and go to your damned city."
"Sure, while she calls the cops," Jerry said. He didn't go for Abe's ambitious plan.
"If there's a phone we'll rip it out. We'll be hours away before she can call for help anyway," Abe added. The more he talked about it the more he liked the idea.
"I don't know," Jerry mumbled. Then he glanced down at the lake and his eye was caught by a glow of yellow, yellow with touches of red, red and yellow surrounding a much more appealing color ... the color of dark-tanned flesh.
"You got any better ideas?" Abe asked. He looked at his long-haired comrade with a frown. "You said you wanted out of the slammer and I got you out, you said you were going nuts in there and wanted some action ... now I figure we got action right under our nose and you start backing out."
Jerry angrily spit and said, "Look! You want to go down there and terrorize some guy's wife, go ahead! I'll sit tight and watch for her old man to come back. If you don't get your thick head shot off, I'll join you for breakfast."
Abe laughed and slapped Jerry on the back. "You're all guts, Geraldo, all guts."
"My name is Jerry."
"Okay, you keep your eyes open, no siestas I'll go down and introduce myself. And if she's halfway decent I'm gonna fuck her on the spot ... that's the best way to let her know I mean business. Real business."
"Just get the car ... "
"We'll have plenty of time to get the car. First, I'm going to make up for a lot of lost time, a lot of missed pussy," Abe said with a grin.
"She's probably sixty years old," Jerry mumbled.
"Then she can take out her false teeth and suck my bone," Abe added as he started down the mountain side.
Jerry followed Abe until he found a spot much closer to the cabin where he could see everything, the car, the lake, the interesting body floating on the yellow air mattress. He watched Abe stumble downhill and grinned, the old fool hadn't even seen the beautiful young girl out on the water ... he was too distracted by what he hoped to find in the cabin. Jerry settled back, stretched his muscular arms and reminded himself that patience pays off. The sweet thing out in the water would eventually have to come ashore.
Abe cursed as a limber tree branch whipped at his face. With a snarl he clumsily tripped into the clearing behind the cabin. He took a few seconds to make sure everything was quiet before hunching over and sneaking up to the rear of the small building. Cautiously, exhibiting his years of practice at burglary, Abe edged up to a window and peered inside. The room was empty.
He heard water running and slipped around the corner of the building. Another, smaller, window showed whisps of steam coming from the two-inch opening at the bottom. Abe slowly moved into place and peeked inside. He saw the bathroom, a small, rustic room with toilet, sink and shower. A stall shower, and it was occupied.
The bushes were fairly thick next to the window and Abe moved his face right up to the sill, he knew no one could see him, he would blend into the shadows like a little bumblebee on a leaf. When the water stopped he inhaled, then the slender, graceful arm reached from the shower curtain to grab a towel and he exhaled. It was definitely the arm of a woman.
Little shivers of anticipation ran through Abe's thick-limbed body as he impatiently waited. Then a leg, a dripping-wet, curving leg stepped from the shower stall. He held his breath. She backed out while bending down to pick up the soap and presented Abe with everything he wanted to see. There was no doubt about it, this was absolutely a woman.
Abe gulped. He stared at the flawless beauty of her freshly washed legs and the haughty way the thighs curved up to become the round cheeks of her ass. Like two hugging melons the ovals of stark white flesh stretched back, a deep, shadowed crack ran between them down to the delicate mass of pulpy skin and hair.
The pink lips of her cunt hung enticingly from the pulpy flesh of the foreskin. Wisps of brown hair had minuscule beads of water on them, her ass shone, her snatch glowed, her whole rear end was thrust back like an offered apple. Abe's hand unconsciously moved down to his own crotch and kneaded the growing firmness of his suddenly awake cock.
When Beth stood up and put the soap away he finally saw her breasts. They were small but firm and had ripe red nipples the size of quarters. Abe liked bigger tits, but he wasn't disappointed, she was so well built everywhere else it more than made up for the lack of a few ounces of fat. Her belly was flat, her waist narrow her arms graceful and as she shook her hair after removing the shower cap he saw how well it all moved. His rough hand clamped tight to the now stiff pecker straining in his pants.
Abe watched intently as she dried her legs and then brought the soft towel up to her cunt and briskly rubbed. He realized how excited he was, how close his cock was to exploding right inside his tight pants. It had been three, no, three and a half years since he had a piece of ass ... three and a half painful, agonizing years with nothing to enjoy but the occasional mouth of one of the new inmates at the pen.
Abe slipped back from the window and looked around. Everything was still so he crawled to each window of the cabin and looked inside. Not for more women but to make sure the one he saw was alone. Nice and alone, no one to disturb the ending of his three-and-a-half year drought.
Beth dried herself completely and looked in the mirror. Her tan was improving, she wasn't like Jane who could take a whole day of sun without burning. She opened her suntan lotion and spread it liberally on her arms, shoulders, and legs before reaching for the one-piece swimsuit hanging from the hook next to the mirror.
She had one foot inside before stopping herself. With a grinning shrug she stepped out of the suit and turned to the small cabinet next to the sink. It had been in there since they arrived; once Beth saw Martin's reaction to Jane's scanty string bikini she decided to wait before showing him hers. But he was gone now halfway back to his hot-assed little slut in the city, and she was at least going to enjoy her new suit.
She took it from the drawer. It was blue. Blue and excitingly brief. Beth and Jane had bought them at the same time. Jane had talked her into it by asking if she was ashamed of her body. Beth couldn't think of an answer, so she bought one too, but she knew Jane was disappointed when her mother failed to wear it Now she'd surprise her daughter.
Beth hooked the top on first; she used the third button in, not the last one like Jane. She shrugged, Jane had more to fill her top with fortunately she got her breasts from her father's side of the family. And, even more fortunately, Beth decided, she got the rest of her body from her mother. A good, strong body without fat or stubby legs.
When she tugged the bottoms up her legs Beth felt totally naked. The suit was scandalous! But it was exciting. Nothing but thin bits of string holding the triangles of blue covering her crotch and just making it over the proud curve of her rump. The folds of her buns and abundant flesh were left uncovered white flesh, sleek, pale skin in need of a suntan. Beth added an extra coating of lotion to the many white areas left exposed before leaving the bathroom.
When she walked the rear of the suit immediately slid right into the crack of her ass. It tucked deep and the rolling motion of the heavenly buns worked like fingers to pull more and more inside. Beth grinned and just let it happen, what the hell? There's no one up here to get offended, she told herself.
In the kitchen she poured herself a last cup of coffee and went to the bedroom to make the bed. It was so quiet, so still and relaxing that she hummed while she worked. The sounds of birds outside chorused along to lift her spirits up, she decided to enjoy her few days without Martin ... maybe she and the kids could find a movie theater within twenty miles ...
"How ... do ... you ... do...." he said, accentuating each word with fun feeling.
Beth jumped and spun around. She faced the leering, perspiration-coated face of a strange, giant man. "Uuuhhhhhh...." she fearfully stammered. "What do you want?"
He was in the doorway, grinning, his eyes unable to hold still as they danced from one section of her almost nude body to the other. Beth instinctively tried to cover herself with her hands, she felt naked, worse than naked ... and scared.
"What I want should be obvious," Abe mumbled. His stiff cock was tearing at the confining crotch of his pants.
Beth glanced quickly at his excited bulge and stepped back. The edge of the bed met her thighs, she had nowhere to go. "Get out of here," she said with panic, "My husband will be here any minute and he'll, ... "
"Cut out the bullshit, lady!" the menacing brute snapped. "He's gone and I know it! And if he comes back I'll take care of him too! Got it?"
"Why are you here?" she stammered.
"I'm hungry," he softly said.
"We don't have much food but I can make some ..."
Abe took an agitated step forward and hissed, "Shut up! When I want food I'll tell you to get it! Right now I'm more interested in another kind of hunger!"
Beth's heart sank. He looked so mean, so vicious and capable of violence, like an angry ape. She felt her legs shake, and then the fear for her self disappeared ... Jane! Jane was out there! Did this animal find her? And Timothy? What about her children? Where they safe?
She didn't think. Beth quickly rounded the bed and went for the window to look out and reassure herself. But Abe thought she was trying to escape, he lunged and hit her with his full weight.
"Ahhhhhh!" Beth cried as she was brutally thrown across the bed and off onto the floor. Her head smashed against the dresser, stars flashed, a dull throb followed. When she opened her eyes he was standing over her, a thick, stumpy leg on each side of her hips, his bullet hole eyes glaring down at her.
"That was stupid, you cunt!" he snapped. "I don't like beating up women but I will if I have to!"
Beth shook her head. She couldn't believe this was happening. "Please...." she mumbled. "Please leave me alone ... "
"Sure" he sneered. "When I'm done I'll leave you alone. All alone and just as good as new ... if you cooperate."
"Cooperate?"
He grinned and his white teeth showed, "Right. You fuck me real good and I'll make sure you don't get hurt."
Beth swallowed the rising repulsion in her throat. "Will you go away?"
"If you fuck me good. If you play games and try to fight me off I'll just have to wait and try it again. Understand? The better you screw the sooner I'll leave."
She stared up at his lewd face and saw he was serious. Beth also understood she would be no match for this muscle bound beast, fight or not, he'd get his way. But she had no way of knowing if he'd keep his bargain or not ... she also had nothing to bargain with except his terms. Again Beth shivered with the realization that Jane and Timothy would be back for lunch in a few hours ... if this brute saw Jane ... if he as much as touched her ...
Beth started to get up but Abe used his foot to push her back down. "What's your answer? Do I beat the shit out of you, then have my fun, or will you cooperate?" he impatiently asked.
Tears built in her eyes but Beth's main concern was for her two children. "I'll cooperate," she groaned. It was the hardest sentence she ever said.
Abe grinned. A short laugh came from his thick lips. "Good. You ain't dumb and I like that."
Beth watched in horror as his fingers fumbled at the fly of his blue jeans. Slowly, as if he were torturing her, he unzipped the pants, parted them wide open, reached into his boxer shorts and struggled his erect cock out. Beth gulped. It was a cock in keeping with his body, hard, brutal, thick, and cruel.
His large hand wrapped around the base of the redheaded, powerful post and stroked. His eyes closed halfway and a dream-like smile formed on his mouth. Then he let the pants fall to his ankles and stepped free; his legs were stumps, thick, hairy columns of pale, untanned flesh. Abe's hand swept down to scoop his hairy balls out and let them flop back down before saying, "Okay, my little lady, get on your knees."
"On my knees?" Beth said with a trembling voice. Her guts were in a state of painful confusion, she could feel the pulse throbbing at her temples. She'd said she'd cooperate ... but that was before he'd shown himself, before she'd laid her eyes on the stallion like legs and battering-ram cock.
"On your knees!" he bellowed viciously. Beth gulped, she knew what he wanted, her stomach turned, and a quick gag caught in her throat. The musty odor of his confined cock and balls wafted to her nostrils as she moved to her knees. She knew she could jump and run, but even with his pants down this broad-shouldered gorilla would catch her before she got outside. The repulsive cockhead stared wantonly at her.
Abe chuckled as he saw the fear and distaste in her eyes. "Now open your mouth and suck!" he snapped.
Her shoulders shook and Beth started to crumble in tears, her hands came up to cover her face. "Please ... please don't make me do that...." she moaned.
His free hand ripped into her hair and jerked until she was staring wide-eyed up at his angry face. Tears of pain trickled from her eyes as he hissed, "What's the matter? Ain't my cock good enough for you? You used to the well-washed cock of your old man? Huh?"
"My God, please...." she groaned. Her face was distorted with agony as she begged him to show mercy.
But mercy had never been one of Abe's stronger points. He twisted his handful of hair and said, "Now you get your mouth on my cock! And no teeth! If I feel your teeth once I'll use my fist and smash them down your throat! Understand!"
Beth sobbed and he released her hair. The stinging pains on her scalp stayed to remind her as she bent forward and moved close to the stiff prong. There was no choice; she opened her mouth wide and curled her lips around the edge of her teeth before touching the disgusting root.
One of her hands came up to hold it steady and Abe felt a wild tingle of excitement shoot through his body. At last, he told himself, at last a real woman to suck my cock. When the soft texture of her mouth touched the pulpy head of the cock an uncontrolled shiver of ecstasy ripped through Abe's loins. They were warm, smooth, wet, wonderful, lips.
Beth felt her coffee rising, she desperately tried to hold down the vomit trying to blast up her throat and repulse the unwanted cock. She Inhaled deep, the thick aroma of his sweltering body made her senses reel ... but the nausea cleared, the need to throw up at least stopped. Her lips stretched wide to engulf the fat knob of rubbery flesh until the rim of the glans finally forced inside her mouth.
She tried to keep from touching it with her tongue, but the fill was too great. He pushed his hips forward, and Beth felt the shaft forcing deep-she either used her tongue to guide it or had it shoved down her throat. Beth lashed out, the tip of her tongue washed around his glans to find a place to hide. But the insistent pushing stopped, Abe paused to feel her lick and tickle the head of his excited pecker.
He looked down at the soft brown hair on her head as she mouthed the end of his happy cock. Abe had big plans for this little sweetheart; he loved the way she feared him, the way she cried and trembled when he forced her to do these things. But now she was performing, she was, sucking his root like the cooperative lady she d promised to be. Abe wondered why she put up so little resistance, why she seemed so afraid of his presence. He had raped women before, several times ... they usually fought like tigresses until he knocked them senseless. Except one ... that was the one with the little baby in the crib; all it took was one threatening look at the crib and she stripped naked while offering to do anything, anything he wanted and as much as he wanted.
Now Beth's mouth was clinging to his meat with hard suction, the tip of her tongue was circling his glans, she was sucking his cock obediently. Abe gave his hips another shove and felt the head gouge deeper; her head bobbed back, then came hungrily forward to resume the wonderful wash of his excited, pulsating pecker. Abe nodded with approval; he knew the signs-her husband hadn't left her here alone ... there were kids around, kids for her to protect from the harm someone like him could inflict.
But Abe knew all that could wait. Right now the wonderful friction of her slippery mouth around his burning shaft felt too good. She was swirling her tongue in barber-pole lashes around the hard base, while sucking with more and more vehemence. He moved a hand behind her head and forced her to take more of his throbbing length, more and more, Beth was choking, He was trying to cram it right into her throat! It was too big, too stuffing, too thick! She twisted her face and tried to pull back, but his hips made a sudden, violent jerk at her. The flared cockhead dug powerfully into the slick tenderness of her throat and barged deep inside.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhmmmmmmm!" she gasped around the muffling throatful of hot pecker.
"That's it, lady," Abe said. He grinned as he realized he didn't even know her name. "Take it all, suck it all right down inside your throat and twist. Grind yourself on it until I fill you up!"
Beth couldn't breath, the pulpy cockhead had her air passage blocked, she wanted to scream, but it was impossible. The impulse to bite down on the uninvited pecker was quickly dismissed, no, she just prayed he'd withdraw it soon. But as Abe slowly pulled his cock back from the gurgling struggle of her throat, his hand kept a tight hold on her head.
"Here it comes, little lady," he breathlessly moaned as the heavy muscles of his legs went tense.
Beth had only a second to gasp for air before his body lurched at her tear-streaked face and the massive post jammed back into the sucking softness of her assaulted mouth. The fury of his movement, the frantic way he plunged into her let Beth know ... just before it happened.
"Uhhhhh!" she moaned as the first massive spill of hot semen creamed into the moistness of her cram-packed mouth.
The sticky paste gushed in steaming gobs to coat the back of her throat and drip with lumpy trickles down to the esophagus. Beth's neck went tight with repulsion; then the white paint spilled into her mouth, coated her tongue, flowed over her teeth to puddle between her gums and cheeks. It sprayed into her straining mouth without mercy or limit until the jism bubbled and streamed from her lips to the soft flesh of her chin.
Abe felt wonderful. He crammed his spewing cock hard into her struggling mouth and felt it explode with years of denied pleasure. He was creaming like he'd never creamed before, his pulse ripped in his temples, his breath was gone, his climax seemed like it would last forever. Then he slowly pulled back to fill her mouth, to make sure she got a good taste of his hot jism, to watch it fill her up and spill out.
"Yesssss...." he sighed. "Suck me forever ... Draw all the juice out of my happy cock!"
Beth suddenly choked. It was so spontaneous she didn't have time to prepare. A white spray of dripping sperm splattered up across Abe's rather full stomach and stringing drips hung from the fullness of his pubic hair. It was all over her mouth, hanging like syrup from her lips, coating her chin and wide sections of her puffed out cheeks.
"Ahhhhhh ... shit," Abe moaned with disgust. He pulled his still hard cock from her filled mouth.
It took everything Beth had to swallow. To force the slime down her throat in an attempt to get rid of it. But it didn't help, no, the hot cream had a way of staying even after it was swallowed. Her mouth hung open like it had been battered with a fist as she moaned in a pitiful voice, "I'm sorry."
"I'll say you are!" Abe snapped. "Now start licking! Get that stuff off me!"
With a sob Beth licked out and scooped at the streaming jelly coating Abe's big cock. He held still and watched as she performed the humiliating task of scrubbing him down with her tongue. Then she strained it from his pubic hair with her lips and finally made wide licks across the splatters on his belly.
"The balls! Don't forget the balls!"
Beth felt like she was going to pass out. The idea was appealing to her until she remembered Jane and Timothy. No, she told herself, hold on. Do as he wants and maybe he'll go away. She opened her mouth wide and moved down to press her lips and wiping tongue into the loose-skinned scrotum with curly hairs and two happy balls inside.
Abe opened his legs and watched intently as her mouth worked eagerly at his nuts. Yeah, he said to himself, she's going at it like a starved kitten goes after a bowl of milk. This is going to be all right ... this lady is going to be a lot of fun ...
When Beth pulled away from the still erect cock and balls she used her hand to wipe her mouth and cheeks. The cream was all over, still sticking to her tongue, still trickling down her throat. But at least the initial revulsion had passed, it was easier to take now, much easier.
With a snort Abe grinned. "Okay, baby, get up and take off that swimsuit."
Beth was on her knees and she looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Please ... haven't you done enough to me?" she moaned.
His grin disappeared and darkness came over his face like a threatening thundercloud. "I said get up and strip!"
A shudder ran through Beth's body and once again her stomach turned, she swallowed to keep from spitting up, and slowly stood. Abe sat on the bed and kicked off his shoes, then, like he was in a front row seat at some burlesque house he said, "Now take it off. Take it all off."
Beth stared at the floor as her hands came up to the rear of the bikini top. Her fingers felt numb as she fumbled with the button but it finally gave way. She lowered the top and heard him mumble, "Your tits ain't so big but the nipples look nice ... real nice."
Her tight-fleshed stomach shook with trembling fear and a sob came from her mouth. She felt filthy, disgusting, ruined, the taste of his revolting jism wouldn't go away.
"Now let's see the rest ... let's see how nice your snatch is," Abe mumbled again. "If it's half as good as your mouth it should be real good ... yes, real good."
His crude comments only added to Beth's grief as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of the tiny bikini bottoms. A quiver came to her mouth as the skimpy blue briefs lowered down her hips until the pubic hair was about to be exposed. Beth groaned for mercy and whimpered, "Please ... haven't you done enough to me? Why must you force me to do this?"
Abe rubbed his sweaty palms across his meaty thighs and said with amused chuckles, "You don't want me poking holes in your little swimsuit, now do you!"
"But...." she protested.
"Get if off!" Abe bellowed.
Beth took two faltering steps back and gasped. Then she saw the beast-like glow in his eyes, his tight-lipped face, his clenched fists. The man was inhuman. She pushed the blue pants down her soft, smooth thighs and stopped. Abe's tongue slowly came from his thick lips and licked. It was beautiful, absolutely beautiful. His eyes never left the patch of wisping brown hair as he signaled for her to remove the pants completely.
Beth turned and stepped away from her swimsuit. She thought it was more decent at first to turn, but then she heard his slow, breathy exhale.
"Goddamn, baby, you've got an ass and a snatch well worth the risk of fucking."
Beth crumbled to the floor as her legs gave way. It was too much, the fear, the tension, the disgusting man were just too much for her to take. She fought the faint as best she could but it was no use ... no use ...
Abe stared at the beautiful body slumping to the floor and for a minute was too surprised to move. Then he laughed loud and went to her limp, floundering form. His hands scooped down under Beth's armpits and he lifted her like she was a small child. Beth was vaguely aware of his petrified cock stabbing against the fleshy meat of her ass as he carried her to the bed.
She then saw him undressing completely through glazed eyes and knew what he was going to do. Unfortunately, the momentary relief of her passing out soon left, her consciousness returned in time to see his totally nude, barrel-like body easing onto the bed next to her.
"Oh...." she weakly cried. "Ohhhhhhhhh ... please don't ... "
His hungry mouth voraciously covered her nipple and sucked with powerful force. She felt her smooth tender nipple sliding deep inside his wetness to be lashed with the feverish tip of his tongue. He kept sucking until large amounts of her mellow breast were inside his lips, saliva-coated, hot, pounding under the pressure of his thrashing lips and tongue.
"Nooooo ... please ... "
His hands were on her nude flesh, traveling back and forth over her shivering stomach, running down to soothe her tightly closed thighs, climbing up to press into the gentle curve of her breast.
The hands kept moving without pause and Beth attempted to force their presence from her mind. She fought every impulse of pleasure his fingers tried to inspire in her flesh. It was working; she imagined she was dead, lifeless incapable of feeling. Then the hand found the warm comfort of her crotch hair. Beth tensed, she wasn't going to allow it between her thighs.
Abe shoved forcefully and felt the tensed meat of her inner thighs parting unwillingly. He shoved harder until his fingertips touched against the burning wetness of her deepness, they brushed tightly against the drooling lips of her cooking cunt. He chuckled softly in her ear, he knew, his fingers told him enough ... she was wet, wet and hot, as eager to feel his cock inside her snatch as he was to put it there.
"Okay, baby, open 'em up. Let old Abe get inside and show you what a real cock feels like."
"Mmmmmmmmm ..." she cried with dismay.
His whole hand was hot between the tight hug of her thighs and Abe simply made a fist. The powerful rock between her legs was painful enough to make them separate ... separate only slightly. But it was enough for Abe ... his finger jabbed quickly into the slick skins of the well-lubricated cunt. It was swallowed completely inside the heated cavity.
"Yeah...." he sighed. "Nice and hot good and wet ..."
"Please ... Please ..."
"Open 'em up real wide, baby," Abe threatened. "Or I'll break 'em open."
Beth swallowed and opened her thighs. It was useless to fight him, his force would eventually overpower her, she was going to be assaulted and knew it. Abe exhaled his hot breath in her face and quickly heaved his heavy body on top of hers. She felt his excited and throbbing cock as it rubbed abrasively across her thighs, as it worked down between to find the sensitive lips of her agonizing pussy.
"That's the girl," he quickly said. She saw the frantic lust in his eyes and felt the growing eagerness of his weight. "Just keep cooperating ... just open up real wide and fuck old Abe with everything you got."
"You obscene bastard...." Beth hissed. Instantly she regretted her words of anger and looked to see his reaction.
"Hah hah!" he bellowed. "You bet your tight little ass I'm obscene. Now open up and take my obscene cock inside your juice-dripping box!"
She felt him spear his thick-headed shaft into the gentle skins of her opening. It hit with a dulling force which shoved the lips back into a wide, yawning ring of red. Beth grimaced as his extreme breadth of cock stretched her hole wide open, as it plunged with unstoppable force into the scorched and frightened tenderness of her cunt opening.
"Uuuuughhhhh!" she gasped. "It's too big!"
"Too big? Bullshit!" Abe proudly answered.
He gave his hips another rolling heave and felt the pulpy end of his pecker dig deep into the sweltering slickness of her tight, hugging cunt. He hadn't felt anything so good in a long, long time.
"Uuuuuuhhhhh!"' Beth sobbed.
"Yeah, baby," he sighed.
"Please ... Not so brutal," she begged.
Abe eased his juice-soaked pecker back and felt the snug grasp of her heated skin. Then he paused. Beth's legs slowly opened and she prepared herself for a lust-crazed plunge of seething cock. But he surprised her by easing himself in, going slow and enjoying each glorious inch of her kissing vagina, until the total length of the shaft was warmly buried.
"How's that?" he asked smugly.
"It didn't hurt as much," she answered.
"I'm big, huh?"
"Yes...." she whispered.
His blunt rod slowly grated back and pressed in again. It was a steady, gentle movement and the walls of Beth's cunt reacted by secreting a renewed flow of vaginal cream. The cock was big, but her pliant, healthy cunt was adjusting, the stinging stretch was now gone, the pain eased away with each slow, patient slide of filling shaft.
Beth turned her head to the side and held her mouth closed as tight as she could to keep from moaning. It was bearable, he was only fucking her, at least she had that to be thankful for. There wasn't much else he could do to her ... perhaps he would have his pleasure and go ... perhaps ...
Abe was having his pleasure without a doubt. His hard hands squeezed into the softness of her breasts and he watched as the red nipples slid up between his fingers like two strawberries. They were turned-on nipples, burning, screaming with the passion he was giving them. And his hips kept humping at the steady, deep-running pace to work his dripping cock in and out of her juicing, sucking cunt.
"Start fucking me back, baby," he softly said.
Beth didn't move.
"You start fucking back or I'll take your nipples with me when I go ... "
Beth's whole body trembled. She opened her thighs even more and hesitantly lifted her hips up to meet his driving rod. Abe hummed with enjoyment and pushed deep, pushed hard, pushed it as far as he could reach. She felt the enlarged knob of his cock way inside her, stretching the flesh, driving it to higher and higher heat ... but she refused to allow any pleasure to be felt.
"Keep fucking me, baby," he whispered with a threatening tone.
Beth lifted again and he pumped deep into her again. The cock was driving her pussy insane there wasn't one place the hard muscle wasn't touching ... especially her clitoris. The thick-based pole was constantly rubbing into her knotted bud, igniting the fuse to her twat, causing reactions she prayed would not occur ...
Her hips now worked up to his without hesitation as the red shaft of his cock pounded faster and faster into the growing pleasure of the cunt. His hands left her breasts and slid down to cup her ass tight. Abe lifted up each time he speared himself into her, lifted her high so he could go even deeper.
"How's it feel? Tell me how it feels?" he mumbled. Beth grimaced and knew what he wanted to hear.
"Good. It feels good."
"How good? How's it make your snatch feel!"
"'very good."
"You gonna climax? You gonna go crazy for old Abe? You gonna make Abe a happy man?"
Beth couldn't answer his awful questions and closed her eyes to shut him out. Then his fingers were digging, pressing between the sweat-coated cheeks of her ass, driving straight for her anus like struggling sailors for a bar. A groan came from her mouth before she cried, "Yes! I'll climax! I'll climax!"
The panic in her voice was enough to let Abe know he'd found her most sensitive region. He could now make her do anything he wanted just by going for her asshole. He laughed, then said to her, "Okay. Start fucking me for real! Get it on until you climax all over my cock!"
His fingers twitched inside her asscheeks and Beth's hips jerked to life. She drove up and filled her snatch with the beautiful, stuffing cock. With her eyes closed so she could imagine this was some other man, Beth lurched hungrily up to his body with everything she had. Her legs wrapped around his, her hands dug into the fleshiness of his back, her mouth clamped onto the side of his neck and she fucked her cunt up and down his cock like it was a stick of pure gold with a diamond head.
"Yeah, that's it," he whispered. "Now you're doing it!"
"Yes! I'm fucking you! I'm driving your cock way inside me! Way inside!" she moaned. "I love it! I love how it feels!"
"That's what I like to hear!"
"Your cock is the best cock I've ever felt! It's wonderful! So big and hard and thick!"
"Fuck me, baby ... fuck me ..."
Her limber body kept swimming up to him and grinding with lust-crazed hunger at his embedded spike. Beth forgot everything and just forced herself to fuck with everything she had. And it was working. She'd thought she'd have to fake it, but her cock-crammed vagina needed no help. It was sweltering, gurgling with juice and burning inside with the desire to explode on the wonderful pillar of stiff muscle.
Abe didn't care if she was faking or not. She was doing it so good it didn't matter. His pounding cock was close to another climax, very close. He was thrilled to find such an easy rape, such a fearful woman ... and such a beautiful one. Her thin body was lurching up to him and smothering him with softness, and her satin thirst for his shaft.
Beth was embarrassed by the climax when it shook through the cock-clogged channel of her cunt. It was something she didn't want to happen ... not with this man. But it was also something she had been without for long months and missed, missed dearly. A pained sob came from her as she realized how ironic it was that she could now find pleasure ... real pleasure ... from this obnoxious, violent thug.
But she let it go. Her happy body strained up against him as the first spurts of his thick jism creamed into her shaking snatch. They were climaxing together, his cock spewing jism inside the happy hold of her cunt as it eagerly sucked at him. She couldn't believe this brutal animal was once again bringing life to her insides.
His ejaculation was as massive as the first and soon great streams of frothed whiteness were being forced from her upward grinding ass. Beth felt the overflowing sperm and the taste returned to her mouth ... just the taste, not the repulsion and desire to gag. Just the taste of the cream giving her clamping pussy such welcome relief and happiness.
CHAPTER THREE
Jane slowly paddled the yellow air mattress toward shore. It was almost lunchtime and the morning on the water had made her very hungry. She was a little concerned about her mother too; she hadn't come out to join her and she'd said she would last night. As the mattress came into the shallow shoreline Jane slid off and let the refreshing lake water wash over her body. When she stood the red bikini clung to her full breasts and flat-bellied crotch like a thin coat of paint.
Jerry sucked his breath in real slow as he watched from behind the rock, a rock situated next to the narrow path leading to the cabin, Her young body was magnificent, the high breasts stood out with firm pointedness on her slender, curving frame. The proud ovals of her ass molded back like two well-made platforms below her fiat back and above the sweeping contours of her two limber, well-tanned legs.
When Jane bent down to pull the mattress from the water, Jerry saw the massive globes of breast hanging loosely inside the slack of the inadequate bikini top. They were like two whitewashed grapefruits, tender, inviting masses of mouth-watering cotton candy. Then she started walking, and Jerry realized just how hot the sun was on his feverish brow.
Her body in motion was an incredible vision. The breasts gently rocked from side to side, the slender tautness of her waist seemed to work as a pivotal point to make her hips swing and the sweeping roundness of each asscheek work against the other in circular motions. He pulled back into the dense underbrush and waited until she passed.
Jane was casually strolling to the cabin when she heard the twig snap behind her. She didn't pay much attention, noises like that were common in the mountains ... but when the next twig cracked behind her she stopped. Another crunch sounded from the dry leaves on the trail and she turned. Standing behind her was a young man, maybe in his late twenties, with dark hair and eyes ... all dressed in light blue. A work shirt and faded blue jeans. His face seemed so serious, nervous, threatening.
"Uhhhhhh...." she stammered. "Uhhhh, who are you?"
He smiled. "My name's Jerry."
Jane started to slowly walk backwards toward the safety of the cabin, there was something about this young man she feared, something told her to avoid him. "Oh. Um, what are you doing here?" she asked.
"Visiting," he answered.
"Uh, but there's no one to visit around here," she hesitantly said in a high-pitched voice.
"No? There's you."
Each step back she took he countered with a step forward. Jane suddenly grew very afraid and with a panicked spin ran for the cabin. Jerry didn't run after her, he walked and watched the wild bouncing of her tremendous body as it sprinted for safety. Jane reached the front door, pulled it open and scampered inside.
It wasn't until after she closed the door that she saw the hulk of a man standing in the kitchen. He was built like a stone wall and stood there with only his pants on, his bare chest and arms were white with unsunned skin.
"Ahhhhh!" she screeched in fright. Suddenly she was trying to get the door back open. This man looked much more menacing than the dark-haired younger one outside. As the door opened she lunged out and was caught up in Jerry's waiting arms.
"No! Let me go!" Jane screamed. Her fists whipped out at his face, she tried to jam a knee up to his groin but he held her tight and with a hard shove sent her flying back inside.
"Hey? What have we got here?" Abe bellowed as he caught her stumbling, off-balance body.
"Don't touch me!" Jane screeched. Her sharp fingernails lashed out like claws of a cat at his face.
With a laugh of merriment Abe sidestepped her vicious swing and yelled, "A wildcat! Geraldo found a wildcat!"
Jane backed away and stared fiercely at the two uninvited men in the cabin. "Who are you? What are you doing here? When my father gets back he'll ..."
"He'll what?" snapped Abe. "Beat us up? Huh?"
Jane's face went pale. "My mother? Where's my mother?"
"She's resting," Abe chuckled. "Had quite a morning and felt like a little nap."
Jane dashed for the bedroom door, but Jerry caught her arm and jerked, she sailed across the room and landed hard on the floral-print couch. "Sit down!" he ordered. Then to Abe "What's up in here?"
Abe stretched and smiled. "I was. Up and in. The place is safe ... all we got to contend with is a very happy woman in the bedroom and now this young wildcat you found."
"Any phone?"
Abe shook his head. "Nope. I was looking for some food when she came in. I'm starving."
"What'd you do to her mother?" Jerry quietly asked.
Abe scowled. "What the hell do you think I did? She's in there now ... waiting for you. I fixed her up so she could surprise you real nice."
"You know what I mean. Did you hurt her?"
"Didn't have to," Abe answered. "One look at my cock and she decided to cooperate."
Jerry seemed satisfied. He looked over at Jane trembling on the couch, "What about her?"
"Right now I want food, Geraldo. I'm sure you want something else off her but why not have her cook us up some food first?"
"I don't know ... "
Abe shrugged. "Look man, I'm finished. I've just been laid real good, real good. Your little baby-doll will be safe with me for a few hours ... And her mommy is anxiously awaiting your arrival. Why not go in there and cheer her up while I have the daughter fry us up some eggs?"
Jerry looked at the closed bedroom door then back at Jane. He knew Abe's appetite, when he said he was hungry for food, he was. A flicker of fear showed on Jane's face before she hissed like a cornered snake, "What have you done to my mother, you bastards?"
Abe guffawed and rubbed his hands over his exposed belly. "What the shit do you think I did? I gave her so much cock she'll be smiling for a month!"
Her face showed no more fear. Jane was too angry for anything as stupid as being scared by these two animals. "You filthy creeps. You're disgusting! Why the hell can't you get women without forcing them?"
"Cause force is more fun!" Abe answered. "Now get your hot ass off that couch and start cooking or I'll show you what force feels like! Maybe you'd like that, huh!"
Jane's long legs swung off the couch and she stood up. "Bullshit," she coolly answered. "I need your crap like I need a hole in the head."
"It's not the hole in your head I'm talking about," Abe said. "It's the hole between your legs I'll pound senseless."
Jane exhaled and shrugged. "What do you want? Eggs? Or are you going to rape me too!"
Jerry stared at the cool-tempered unshaken young girl and said, "Eggs. Make up some food for us."
She nodded and went to the refrigerator. Abe nodded with approval to Jerry. "We got ourselves some very cooperative women here Geraldo. They want to feed us and fuck us. Now go in and visit mother while I keep an eye on daughter."
"My name's Jane," she snapped.
"Oh? Sorry," Abe answered. He turned back to Jerry. "Go on, she's waiting for you" he said with a wink.
"Maybe I better wait until after we eat," Jerry said while keeping an eye on the much too-cool Jane. He was shocked by her reaction it was almost inhuman the way she displayed only momentary anger over her mother's rape. She hadn't even asked if her mother was all right.
"Nooooo," said Abe with impatience. "If it's Jane you're warred about, forget it. I won't cheat you, you can have her first ... I'll wait my turn."
Again Jerry watched Jane and saw no reaction on her part. She was calmly preparing things to eat like he and Abe were part of the family. With great hesitancy he nodded and asked "Which room is she in?"
"Right through that door," Abe said.
When Jerry opened the door he understood Abe's eagerness to have him meet Jane's mother. She was on the bed, her mouth gagged with a white cloth, her eyes wild with fear. Abe had hog-tied her to the bed frame in the most interesting manner. She was on her back, just her back. Each wrist was tied tight to the metal headboard with nylon hose and Beth's long, curving legs were pushed far back and over ... the ankles were tied next to her wrists to leave her complete lower region widespread, open and lusciously vulnerable.
Her frantic eyes were glued on Jerry as he walked slowly to the foot of the bed, realizing as he did that his friend Abe had a very macabre sense of humor. Beth's cunt was like a red slice at the bottom of her cramped, folded body. Wisps of brown hair circled the wet gash and trailed softly down to the very visible pink hole of her open ass.
Jerry went to the side of the bed and undid the gag. Beth gasped for air before saying, "Thank you."
"Why'd he do this?" Jerry asked.
"Tie me up? Because he's sick, that's why! He's a perverse creep, that's why!"
"Stop yelling or I'll put the gag back on," Jerry quietly said.
"Go to hell! You're just as bad as he is! You're with him aren't you?"
"You don't under ..."
"Are you going to rape me too? Here I am! All tied up and helpless! Aren't you going to have your sick fun too?" she screeched hysterically.
"You sound like you want me to."
"You will I-I know you will! You're just as rotten as he is! He told me he'd leave right away if I cooperated. Well, I did. But he's still here! And now you!" Tears started to run from Beth's red, blinking eyes.
"We'll be going after we have something to eat. Your daughter's cooking it now." Jerry said.
Beth's mouth dropped open and she looked up with stunned eyes. "My daughter? You found Jane? What have you done to her?"
"She's fine. No one's touched her."
"But him! Don't leave her with him! He'll ... Oh my God! Get that awful beast away from her!"
"I said she's fine. He won't touch her, he promised," Jerry said.
Beth's legs and hips were killing her and she had to gasp for each breath as she said, "Please don't do anything to her, she's only a child, a sweet, innocent child." Then her eyes narrowed and she moaned. "Fuck me! Do anything you want to me! I'll suck you, I'll screw you so good you won't want her! Please! Fuck me put your cock in me and I'll make it so happy! So happy! But not Jane, please not Jane."
"I can't promise...." Jerry said.
"Screw me silly! Anything! Anything you want is yours as long as she's safe! I'll cooperate ... I'll fuck ... I'll suck your cock and eat your asshole ... anything...." she sobbed.
Jerry looked down at the beautiful lips of her cunt and saw a wet trickle of juice drip free. She was twisting herself, showing him how well she could move even in her awkward position. He was aware of the stiffening cock in his pants, of the deep-rooted yearning in his body to have sex with her. As his hands moved to his zipper Beth laughed.
"Oh, yes! Fuck me! Not her! Give it to me!"
As Jerry undressed he couldn't help but feel she was honestly anxious to have him screw her. The lust-filled tones of her groaning words were just too real not to be believed. Beth was crying for it, begging, pleading.
"Make me feel good. Make my pussy climax ... please ... "
He stripped naked and Beth's tongue licked around her lips as she saw the splendid size and shape of his hard, young cock. It was large, as large around as Abe's, and longer. The purplish head flared out like the end of a shovel and the beautiful long shaft had a slight upward arch.
"Your cock is beautiful ... just beautiful," Beth whispered. "I'll suck it, I'll fuck it, I'll make love to it ... "
He reached for the nylons holding her wrist and ankle back in the spread-eagle position. "No...." Beth cried. "Leave me like this! Do it to me while I'm like this ... please ... "
Her eyes were flashing with wanton lust.
Jerry shrugged and took another look at the totally offered pussy. It was now soaked with juice, bubbling over with hot liquids of anticipation. He kneeled on the bed just below her widespread ass.
"Just don't let him touch Jane ... No, not Jane," she moaned as her ass started lifting, begging up to him. "Just me."
Jerry moved close to her squirming crotch and worked his cock head down to brush into the moist heat of her searching pussy lips. Beth started to sigh immediately as she felt his thick cockhead. Jerry rubbed it up and down several times until it glowed with a fine coat of her vaginal discharge.
"Put it in me! Cram me with your great big cock!"
He leaned forward over her body and guided his excited pecker into the eager hole between her back-stretched legs. Beth jerked her hips up to shove against the lip-expanding mass of his large spike. The pecker head forced her skins apart until she had to moan with pain before it eased deeper inside. It was large and filling, but Beth had just taken Abe and knew she could take this new cock.
Jerry entered slowly and enjoyed the glorious feel of each inch of cock-hugging slickness. Beth kept heaving up at him to get more and more, she was gasping, gulping for each breath as the tremendous pecker brought back that beautiful feeling of total fullness. Yes, even her clitoris was being scrubbed by the entering shaft, it was being tortured into flesh-melting flames.
"Oh, God, it feels so wonderful," she mumbled.
Beth loved it all until Jerry's greater length entered the deep region Abe had failed to reach. Then her guts started to spasm inside with throbbing shots of pain. But he kept coming, kept driving the long cock into the supersensitive depths of her screaming cunt.
"Uhhhhhhh!" she groaned. "It's so long! So hard! It hurts so much! But don't stop, please don't stop!"
He had no intention of stopping as he settled his full weight down onto the embedded stick. Beth's straining hips made furtive clips up at him to pound her cunt around the hard pole, to pummel her insides senseless and drive away the pain.
"See?" she moaned. "See how good it feels? How good I am? I'm mature ... I'm a woman ... I have so much to offer ... Not like a young girl with no experience ... "
Jerry ignored her rambling words and pulled far back until the seething lips of the cunt kissed at his glans. Then he pushed in with a fast, deep stroke. His cock head hit her innermost depths at full force and sent jolts of furious fire up Beth's back. But she stifled her yelp, bit her lip, and heaved up to receive the hard driving shaft.
"Uhhhhh ... Oh, yes...." she sighed.
He saw her bravely smiling through the tears of pain and decided she was honestly trying to please him. His hands pressed into the whipping meat of her breasts and squeezed hard. Beth arched her tits up to him as best she could and felt his tight pinches on the nipples, felt her breasts grow hot and full of explosive passion. Her body was grinding eagerly under him, bolting up for the cock, preparing to blow a blissful climax all around his stiff meat.
"Yesssss ... Fuck me silly." Make me happy ..." she whispered.
She then surprised Jerry by stretching her head up to meet his face. Her wet-lipped mouth searched out his and he felt her thrashing tongue on his lips. He kissed back and the hungry woman scoured his mouth out with famished suction and sweeps of her limber, wet tongue.
Her snatch was totally wrapped on his pounding muscle, heaving up and down the length, twisting, grinding at it. He could feel rivers of wetness flooding up around his base to drown away the pain of his great size. Her rounded ass met his thighs with each voracious heave of her cunt, then it washed back and forth to rub the massive stick against the draining walls of the gurgling hole.
"Oh! It's sooooo goooood! I'm soooo close!" she groaned.
Jerry couldn't believe it. He didn't know how Abe had managed it but here she was, a beautiful, thin woman with her legs and arms tied to the bed frame screaming up to have his cock. He saw no cuts or bruises, no signs of violence; however Abe had managed it was a puzzle to Jerry.
"Just don't touch Jane.., Oh, please not her!" Beth hysterically cried as she felt the mounting pressure in her guts.
That had to be it. Abe had to have threatened the daughter, but he didn't even know if there was a daughter. Jerry grinned, of course, she knew the daughter was nearby and screwed Abe to get rid of him fast. Now that the daughter was also captured the mother was willing to fuck like a whore to protect her.
Jerry worked his long pecker fast and deep into the clinging walls of her boiling gash, Beth's breathing was a series of short gasps as she met each of his drives with a circular heave of her starving snatch. She was getting close, very close, the beautiful pecker was not the instrument of some rapist ... no, she kept telling herself, it has to be treated with love ... it has to be satisfied at all costs. It must be content and happy and empty and incapable of further harm.
"God! Yes! It's so big and deep," she gasped Jerry watched in amazement as the woman squirmed her tied-up body at his sticky as she bounced her ass down on the bed and threw herself totally at him. Then her eyes closed, she gulped for air, the pink tip of her tongue lashed across her own lips and a wracking orgasm shivered from her thighs to the meat of her ass and finally down into the pecker-stuffed chasm of her cunt.
"Auuuugh," she howled as the heart-shaped head of the cock took a deep, smashing plunge into the constricting tissues. "I'm ... I'm coming! It's so good!"
Jerry felt the spasming ripples of happiness all along the embedded meat of his cock. Her cunt was like a thousand massaging fingers beckoning at his prick to join it in ecstasy, to cream and spit with joy inside her. But he wasn't ready, he was enjoying the frantic efforts of Beth to please him.
He held his cock high over her upturned crotch and watched as she drove the blustering snatch up and down to engulf it. The lips were crimson with heat, smears of her own juices coated everything, her hair, his cock, the full white tissues of her buttocks, Even her thighs glistened with the splatters of her Own spilling twat, her juicing gash, With a sudden drop Jerry came down hard and speared forcefully into the last tremors of the squeezing hole. A grunt escaped Beth slips but she heaved up to meet him. Her whole body was hot, she couldn't catch her breath. The tremendous cock had climaxed her so fast and with so much pleasure she couldn't think. She didn't want to think. No, ... she kept telling herself, don't think, just fuck, just keep these beasts happy ...
Jerry kept his still hard cock nailed deep inside her grinding cunt as he undid the nylons holding her wrists and ankles back. When they came undone Beth grunted with relief and let her legs wrap warmly about his, her hands came to his back to urge him on and on and on.
"Keep fucking me ..." Keep going ..." she mumbled in her half-dazed state of confused happiness.
The cock pulled out of her snatch and Beth felt emptier than ever before. The walls and lips of her cunt yearned out to find the missing fill, to grab at it and suck it back inside. Then his hands were on her hips, pushing, rolling her over. Beth weakly complied and turned onto her stomach.
"Hands and knees," Jerry simply said.
She obeyed instantly. He watched the curving round of her soft ass lift up and spike back to offer the juice-dripping lips of the snatch to him. She arched her back and settled her head on the mattress, ass in the air, thighs spread, wide, round ass and hanging cunt easily presented.
Jerry got to his knees behind the beautiful offering and placed a hand on each hip. Her limber, luscious body eased back at him to again find the cock. But he pushed her away until he was ready. Then he plunged into the liquids and skins with a sudden lurch of thick hot spike.
"Uuuuuuugh!" Beth cried as it battered with cruel force into the sobbing tenderness. But she wasn't going to let pain or cruelty force her from her goal, she twisted her ass-melons back at his cock and swam the shocked wetness of her cunt on him. "Yessss ... "
In the kitchen Abe finished his first four eggs and bit into a piece of toast. "You cook good," he said to Jane.
Jane didn't answer. She kept her lips tightly closed and stayed busy at the stove. She was surprising herself more than anyone else with her tough act. But she knew she could show no fear, no weakness in front of these men ... especially this one. No, she'd try to bluff them at their own game.
"Come here," he said.
Jane looked over with contempt in her eyes and asked, "What do you want?"
He was toying with a small pork sausage on his plate and didn't look up. "I said 'come here' and that's what I want!"
With a curled lip and haughty walk she went to the table. Abe finally looked up and grinned. "Lower the bottoms of that bikini swimsuit."
"Huh!" Suddenly Jane's ears were ringing, a whirlwind of fear started to bellow up inside her. "But ... But you promised that other guy ..."
"I know what I promised! Now lower the bottoms or I'll rip 'em off your ass!"
She knew if she refused he'd do something terrible. And her act of courage was also at stake. Jane shrugged. "Sure. I'll drop my pants," she bravely said.
Abe saw her fingers trembling as they slid into the waistband of the suit and knew how frightened she was. He had been sitting there all through breakfast watching her pretend to be tough hard, unafraid. Now he had an idea, just a little one, away to break down her false bravado.
Jane held her breath and slowly pushed down on the bikini bottoms until the first wisps of her sparse, golden pubic hair were visible. She stopped, a tremble caught her legs, she had to take a deep inhale to continue.
"Way down," Abe softly said.
Frozen with fear, but bravely not showing it, Jane lowered the scant bottoms down to mid-thigh. When Abe reached out she shook with fright but didn't move as he shoved the red bottoms down past her knees. Jane felt the air of the room on her crotch, she had never felt so naked in her life. She forced herself to look at the leering face of the vile man.
Abe let a soft whistle of air out when he saw the lush flesh of her swollen vulva with the scattered curls of fresh gold hair. It was a mounded creation which seemed to sit right out from the crotch and flirt at him. The tender white skin of her belly was covered with delicate gooseflesh, soft, succulent, ripe.
"Turn around," he said in a husky, breathless voice.
Jane swallowed and slowly turned. His eyes followed the moving contour of her proud, sweeping rump. It was a high, haughty backside with a white triangle of skin where the small suit protected it. Each melon-like cheek was a masterpiece in itself, complete with deep dimple on each side. The crevice between was hairless, clean, as flawless as freshly fallen snow. Abe could see only a hint of her mounded cunt from the rear and he wanted to see more.
"Bend over," he whispered.
Jane reached down and quickly tugged the suit bottom back up. "No!" she snapped. "You keep your fucking hands off me!"
Abe was on his feet in an instant, his hand ripping into the cascades of shining hair, twisting, hurling. Jane swung out with a fist and hit him square on the chest, Abe laughed. Then with a fierce lunge he threw her against the table, grabbed her arm and bent it back.
"Oh! Uhhhhh! You're hurting me!" she cried.
With one hand on her shoulder he shoved until she was bent over the kitchen table. A helpless sob came from her as he reached down to the bikini bottoms and tugged hard. They slid to her knees to once again expose the rounded beauty of her bare ass.
"Please...." she begged. "Please ... "
He laughed. Her little act of courage was shattered. Inside she was just like her mother, deathly afraid. "Shut up!" Abe snapped. "Shut up or I'll screw you right here!"
Jane held her quivering mouth closed and felt his hand exploring the downy softness of her rump. The fingers were sliding between the cheeks, caressing, feeling the tender loveliness. Then she saw his hand reach onto the table, to his plate, to the small sausage sitting there.
"Noooooo...." she pleaded.
His hand was back on her ass but this time digging deeper, going down under her rump to the tightly clamped meat of her thighs. She felt him pushing, digging, forcing her open. She kicked back furiously but missed; Abe's hand moved away, then came back with a painful smack across the soft flesh of her ass.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
He leaned over her and hissed, "Open up those legs or I'll use the can opener!"
"Oh!" A shudder overtook her, but the thighs parted.
Jane held her silence as she felt the tiny sausage pressing into her vaginal lips. He wiggled it back and forth like a toy and played it into her. It was small, but she still felt the greasy thing dig into the delicate cunt, then he worked it in and out several times before withdrawing it.
He moved away. Jane blinked and slowly stood up. "You can cover yourself now," he said.
She pulled the suit bottoms up and looked over. Abe winked, then plopped the sausage into his mouth and chewed. Jane's face went pale and she turned away but the chomping sound of his mouth working on the juicy morsel stayed in her ears. She searched the sink region for a knife.
"Delicious," he mumbled. "Absolutely delicious. Be sure to remind me when we fuck how tasty your snatch is."
Jane grabbed the small knife and whipped around. Abe's hand whacked across her face and she went backwards against the sink. The knife clattered to the floor, and Jane felt like she had been hit by a truck. Abe sat down and continued chewing as though nothing had happened at all, as though her foolish antics were to be expected.
"Fry me some more eggs," he finally said. "And a few more of them sausages."
Beth bit into the pillow and let out a muffled screech as the second climax bolted through her charged body. Jerry's cock was still hammering into her, smashing the walls and depths of her cunt into a senseless mass of vibrating nerves and muscles. She had never felt anything like it before: she was full, stuffed yet still her box shifted up for more and more.
A rumbling gurgle of pleasure came from her lips as he pressed in deep and held. His hands were clamped to her hips and they lifted her back up to his cock. Then a convulsion slammed through him, his hips tried to go right inside with his cock, his body became glued to the sweaty slickness of her grinding rump, and a laugh echoed from his mouth.
"Oh, yes!" Jerry happily yelled.
His totally embedded pecker throbbed, then split open to spill the years of built-up cream inside her glorious snatch. As soon as Beth felt the oozing jism flowing into her stuffed cunt she relaxed and another climax pulsated throughout her exhausted body. Her cunt was filling, was being scalded and boiled as he made lurch after lurch of creaming climax.
"Fill me ... cream me ... soak me ..." she sighed.
"Soooo good," Jerry mumbled.
Her drenched ass and cunt kept working, swimming, mushing against his rigid hips and thighs as the last traces of sperm hosed out of his large pecker. Then the trembling orgasm inside her box eased and she felt him release her hips. Beth lowered to the bed and his long, wet prick slipped with juicy slickness from her well-fucked snatch.
Jerry was about to pull his pants on when she came at him with her mouth open. Her hand cupped his dripping testicles and lifted them to her licking tongue. He was paralyzed with amazement as she sucked his receding pecker inside her mouth and drew off all the smears and drips of cream. Then she started licking everything, his hair, his belly, his scrotum, finally her tickling tongue moved under his scrotum and dipped up to taste his asshole.
Abe had told Jerry about the several times he had raped women. It had always been something Jerry didn't particularly think was necessary. But if it was like this ... this was the finest screwing and blow job he could remember ever having.
Beth finally drew away and wiped her hands over the pink lips of her mouth. "See?" she said. "I'll give you anything you want. Anything."
"I see."
"I'll suck your cock an night if you want."
"That sounds nice," he answered while pulling his pants on and sitting to tie his shoes.
"I'll go around the world. I'll lick everything you've got until you cream inside my mouth. Then I'll drink it."
"Fine ... "
"Just promise me one thing, please?" she begged.
He looked over at her and knew what she'd ask. The memory of her daughter's ripe, swinging body came to him ... the large, high breasts, the full, gyrating backside and flat belly.
"What's that?" he asked.
"Don't do anything to my daughter. ... "
Beth tearfully begged. Jerry decided to keep Beth cooperative, her offers sounded too good to destroy by refusing her request. Anyway, what she doesn't know won't hurt her ... it'll only make her more fun.
"We won't," he lied. "She's just a kid ... we don't want to hurt a kid."
"Thank you, ... oh my God thank you ..." Beth cried.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jane quietly watched as Jerry finished his food and pushed the plate away. Abe sat on the couch across the room; he was half asleep, glutted on food and sex for the time being. His deep breathing made a grinding wheeze with each exhale. Jane picked up the discarded plate and took it to the sink.
"How old are you?" Jerry asked. His eyes traced down the well-developed lines of her back, rump, and legs.
"Old enough," she answered.
Jerry grinned over her obvious attempt at toughness and asked, "Old enough for what?"
She didn't answer. Silently she washed the dishes, then turned to him. "I'd like to change out of this swimsuit. Can I go into the bedroom now?"
Jerry remembered the completely nude and resting body of her mother. He had left her tied, but not as thoroughly as Abe had. Her wrists were bound to the bed frame but still he figured, it wouldn't be smart to let them get together. "What do you want to change into?" he asked.
"My jeans and a shirt."
He looked over at Abe. The big man was dozing contentedly but Jerry called out, "Abe! Wake up!"
Abe jerked up with a start. "Huh? What's the matter?"
"Nothing," Jerry answered. "Just keep an eye on her while I go in and get her jeans."
"Whaaaa?"
"Just watch her until I get back." Jerry went into the bedroom and closed the door. Abe eyed Jane and finally mumbled "Who said you could change? I like what you got on."
"It's getting cold. My swimsuit was wet and I feel a chill," she answered.
"Humph. Come over here and I'll heat you up. I'll get your cunt so hot the fucking swimsuit will shrink."
Jane stood her ground until Jerry returned with her jeans and a white teeshirt. He handed them to her and said, "Use the bathroom to change."
"Oh no!" Abe called out. "No way! She'll climb out the window and get away."
"Well, she can't change in there with her mother," Jerry said. "She'll untie her and they'll both get out."
"Right. Now if tough little Jane here wants to change so bad she can do it right here. Right here in front of the couch where I can keep a good eye on her."
"Aw, shit...." Jerry moaned.
Abe raised his hands in the air. "I'm not gonna touch her sweet body...." he grinned. "I'll just watch."
"Forget it," Jane said. "I won't change."
"Bullshit!" Abe bellowed. "Get your ass out here and strip down!"
She turned to Jerry for help. "Better do as he says," Jerry softly said. "He won't touch you."
"But ... "
"Dammit!' Abe roared. "When I tell you to do something you better start hopping! How about if I rip your swimsuit off and let you run around bare-assed?"
Jane hesitantly walked to the center of the room with the jeans and shirt over her arm. "That's the girl," Abe cooed. "Now give me the jeans and shirt, I'll hand them to you."
She handed them over and stood motionless before him. Jerry sat in a chair directly behind her, there was no way to face without one of them seeing her. The silence was heavy, Abe licked his lips and Jerry slowly inhaled. Jane shivered, then reached back to the button holding the bikini top. Her fingers trembled; it took her three tries to undo it.
As the brief red top lowered away and the magnificent mounds of Jane's lush, ripe breasts met their eyes the two men swallowed with desire. The breasts lifted out from her chest with upward-tilting nipples of the mellowest skin either man had ever seen. The rounded meat of each base hung out with such suspended firmness that no crease was visible under each breathtaking tit.
She closed her eyes in humiliation and let the top drop to the floor by her bare foot. Abe's hand moved into his crotch to adjust the stiffening spike. He blinked and couldn't speak. He'd seen photographs of girls with big tits like these, tits that didn't sag, tits like some sculptor had created them, tits so perfect that they were hard to believe.
Jerry was aware of the increased saliva in his mouth. He wanted to feel her bristling nipples with his tongue, wanted to lick every tasty bit of the creamy flesh, wanted to suck the mellow mounds deep inside his wet mouth. He knew then and there that the promise to Jane's mother would not be kept; willing or not, Jane was going to share her limber full body with him.
The front third of each splendid tit was pure white except for the pinkness of the nipples. It was a triangular-shaped patch where the sun had failed to penetrate her swimsuit. From there on back to her chest there was bronze well-tanned flesh glowing with frequently applied suntan lotion.
As Jane slid her thumbs into the waist of the bikini bottoms, the massive breasts swayed back and forth. The jostling flesh vibrated before the attentive eyes of the men to make their internal temperatures rise even more. She worked the suit down one side of her hip first, then the other. This required her to twist and squirm to keep the tits constantly moving.
Jane suddenly realized the position she had these men in. It was obvious by their rapt stares that they wanted her very badly, that she possessed something very appealing to them. On an impulse, she struggled a little more than necessary, the breasts plopped up and down with meaty abandon. She could feel the electricity of their charged bodies.
Jane stopped lowering the suit just as the first hairs of her crotch became visible. She knew a large portion of her rump was bared, at least half the crack and lots of white skin.
"If I do it with you guys will you go away?" she asked. She tried to make it matter-of-fact, cold, like an offer of more fried eggs and sausage.
"You'll do it with us, all right," Abe murmured. "But you'll do it on our terms. No deals ... I may want seconds ... "
"But if I cooperate ...!"
Abe guffawed. "Shit, we already got one cooperating! I could go for a little fight now and then. But your old lady is so horny she only fights to get to it!"
Jane's tender cheeks turned red. He was refusing her. Turning her down cold and laughing at her offer. She looked at Jerry who only nodded; he could care less. He was going to have her either way.
She lowered the bikini bottoms down to her ankles and stepped free. Jane stood totally nude in front of them and felt more vulnerable than ever before. She reached out to Abe, and asked, "Can I have my things now?"
He looked at Jerry before saying, "First I want you to spread your legs open and show me your cunt. Show it to me real good so I know what it's like."
Jane's eyes went soft; she forced back her tears and repeated, "I'd like my clothes now!"
"Spread your legs!" Abe snapped.
"Do as he says...." Jerry calmly said.
A whimpering shudder overtook Jane before she moved her feet far enough apart to allow Abe the view of her crotch. Abe let his eyes follow the curving slimness of each leg right up into the wispy patch of gold pubic hair. Ever since he had slid the sausage inside the heavy-skinned hole, he had been unable to get it out of his mind.
"Squat! Spread your legs and squat. Get that snatch out front where I can see!"
Jane was lost. She was deathly afraid they were going to rape her on the spot, and she knew it would be foolish to antagonize this vicious monster. Slowly she lowered down to a squat with her knees turned out. The mounded flesh of her bared cunt lifted up and out between her thighs, and Abe smiled.
"Now open it up with your fingers. Let old Abe see inside your box."
She felt foul, disgusting, but her hands reached down and somehow managed to separate her cunt lips until the flushed pink of her interior cunt was exposed. Abe squeezed at the hard shaft in his pants and wondered how good it would feel lodged inside the open pussy, or forced up inside her cute tiny asshole peeking at him from underneath.
"That's enough," Jerry said. "Give her her clothes."
Abe laughed and said, "Sure." He tossed Jane the white teeshirt and she stood up.
"This isn't my shirt," she said. "This is Tim's."
"Tim? Who is Tim?" Abe asked.
"My bro...." She stopped. Tim was still out, he was their last chance of getting help.
"Brother?" Abe asked. "Put the teeshirt on, let's see if he's a big brother or a little brother."
Jane cursed silently at herself for slipping up. It was stupid. Her arms lifted up and she pulled the shirt down over her jostling breasts. Tim wasn't very big for his age, especially in the chest. The white cotton of the shirt stretched tight across her full-blown tits. Each nipple was a thick bump at the end of each pressing mound of softness.
Worst of all, the shirt was too short. It had shrunk in the wash and only came down to an inch above her pubic hair. It was obscene; Jane felt dirtier than when she had been made to squat and spread open her vagina.
"Little brother, huh?" Abe mumbled. Then he took the jeans in his hands, he made a fist around each leg and suddenly jerked. The crotch of the pants split open, then with another powerful tug he tore them into two pieces.
"Hey!" Jane cried.
"What are you doing?" Jerry asked.
Abe tossed the destroyed pants to the floor. "Don't be stupid!" he snapped at Jerry. "We let her get dressed and she'll be able to run away. Keep her bare-assed and she won't dare go outside! Some bear might fuck her!"
Jane reached down and grabbed up her bikini but Abe lunged forward and ripped it from her hands, "Not this either! I want your cunt hanging out until we leave! Get it!"
"You sonofabitch!" she hissed.
"Wait a minute, Abe ..." Jerry protested while standing.
Abe whipped around, violence flashed in his eyes. "Don't stick up for her, you idiot! Fuck her! Take your turn so I can have mine! Screw her right now or I'm forgetting about you going first!"
"Dammit!" Jerry snarled.
The door opened and Timothy stepped inside.
He stopped cold when he saw the two strange men, then his eyes took in the exposed legs, hips, crotch and cunt of Jane. She tried to cover herself with her hands in embarrassment. He looked away, his mouth fell open. "Uh, what's going on!" he stammered.
"Get away!" Jane screeched. "Run, run for the police!"
Jerry caught Tim by the arm as he tried to run back through the door and jerked him roughly inside. Tim swung his fist furiously but Jerry ducked and came back with a fist into his stomach. Timothy grunted, stumbled back, and fell to the floor.
"Look what you've done!" Jane cried. "You hurt him!"
"He's not hurt," Abe drawled as he closed the door. "Get the little punk on the couch."
Tim had only had the wind knocked out of him, but as he revived he saw- and understood everything. Jane stood over him as he was laid on the couch by the two men, stroking his forehead, whispering to him, "Tim? Tim? Are you all right?"
Tim's eyes opened and gazed into the totally bare beauty of his sister's pussy. It was right next to his head, just above his eyes, right there where he could stare deep into its mysterious, and beckoning, beauty.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Where's mom?" Tim asked.
Jane sat down on the sofa next to him and said? "She's in the bedroom. They won't let me in to see her."
"Why not?" he hysterically asked while sitting up. He looked at the younger of the two men and yelled, "What have you done to my mother!"
Jerry went to his chair and sat. "She's all right." His eyes moved down to hungrily gaze at the round meat of Jane's ass.
"They raped her," Jane said.
"What?" Tim screamed. He sat up, hatred glared in his eyes as he tried to stand.
"Get back down!" Abe bellowed.
But Tim didn't listen. He lurched to his feet and ran for the bedroom door. Abe's big hand grabbed him by the back of the neck and tossed the youngster against the wall. "Dammit! You're not going to listen, are you?"
"You asshole! You fucking bastard!" Tim screamed.
"Get something to tie this little jerk up with," Abe said to Jerry. "He doesn't have enough brains to know when to shut his damned mouth."
Jerry took a knife from the kitchen and cut the cords off the front window blinds. He tossed them to Abe. Tim made one last futile effort to get away by jumping sideways and dashing for the door. But Abe had locked it on the inside and by the time Tim figured that out he felt the heavy body of the man against him.
"Get away from me!" Tim yelled.
Abe's thick stomach and strong arms collapsed around Tim as he whispered, "Yeah, I fucked your mother, kid. And if you don't wise up I'll shove inside you too!"
Tim's face went white and he felt the cord looping around his neck. The stiff cock of Abe speared into the butt of Tim to emphasize the seriousness of his words. Abe put Tim into a kitchen chair and tied his arms back and his ankles down to the chair legs. Tears came from Tim's eyes, tears of frustration and guilt.
He had been out fooling around in the woods fantasizing about some couple he had seen fucking yesterday in a boat, while his mother and sister were attacked by these two beasts. Where was he when they needed him? Fantasizing, dreaming, wishing he was inside some young woman who hadn't even known he was watching, peeking, being just as obscene as these two men.
Jane shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. She felt cold, naked, helpless. Now they had Tim, every hope was gone. Her father would be gone for days, her mother was suffering in the bedroom, Tim was tied up, someone had to do something. Her eyes lit on the bikini, the one Abe had taken from her, now sitting discarded and unwatched on the kitchen table.
Tim saw Jane approaching through his tear-streaked eyes and turned his head. All he could focus on was her bareness, the ripe nudity of her crotch and legs and ass. When he looked up her nipples seemed to reach out through the shirt at him ... she was his sister, It was wrong to stare at his sister's nude body.
But Jerry had no problem with his sight. He watched the husky lift and fall of her rump, the way the breasts managed to roll inside the tight shirt, the way her waist was narrow enough to leave loose fabric around her midsection even in such a shrunken top. He saw her reach for the bikini cautiously as Abe busied himself tying Timothy to the chair. He had a good idea what she was up to and decided to let her continue for a while.
Jane slowly moved back to the couch and waited until Jerry looked over at Abe and Tim. Then she dropped the bikini bottoms on the floor and worked her feet inside. Jerry looked back at her, she stopped moving, buried her face in her hands like she was crying and hysterical. Through her fingers she watched him until he looked back at Abe.
Jane pulled the bottoms up fast. Fast enough to get them around her ass before he looked back. She didn't move. Jerry pretended not to see the brilliant red of the suit covering the stark white of her hips and ass. He looked away. Jane leaped for the door and fumbled the lock open.
Abe's head jerked up. "Hey! She's getting out!" he hollered at Jerry.
Jerry watched her tear open the door and dash through. Then he went after her. Perfect ... perfect ... he said to himself. He wanted her outside, to himself, away from the wisecracks and disgusting comments of Abe. Jerry wanted to guarantee they'd be alone when he plunged into the delights of her healthy young body and ripe snatch.
Jane ran down the trail as fast as her bare feet would take her. The sun was low, the afternoon was turning to evening. A limber tree branch slapped at her face as she frantically scrambled toward the dirt road leading to the town. She heard him behind her, heard the crunching leaves and heavy footsteps, Jane plunged into the underbrush and felt the twigs, vines, leaves tearing at her in an attempt to hold her back.
Jerry paced himself. He let her stay far enough ahead to think she might get away, but he didn't once let her out of his sight. The rounded beauty of her ass was even more exciting when she ran, he saw the sides of her breasts flopping back and forth, saw her glance back in terror. He would chase her until she was exhausted.
Jane broke from the thick brush into a clearing and saw the dirt road on the other side, With a cry she threw herself at full speed across the tender green grass. But her legs felt numb, they wouldn't go as fast as she wanted, her dry mouth and throat were screaming for air, her lungs felt like they were going to collapse. Her foot hit a rock, she stumbled off balance but didn't fall to the grass.
Jerry was hardly winded when he tackled her. He caught her low, just above the knees, and brought her struggling body down to the ground. Jane twisted free and kicked at his face. With a dull thud Jerry was knocked to his side. She scrambled to her knees and crawled for the road.
He grabbed her slim ankle and jerked. Jane fell flat on her stomach and groaned. "Noooooooooooo ..." she cried. "Please let me go! Nooooo ... "
As though he was climbing a tree Jerry used his hands to methodically mount her tired body. He climbed to her waist and upward while his face brushed against the proud curve of her ass; then he moved to her shoulders and pinned her under him.
"Leave me alone!" she screeched with her last breath.
He moved his anxious hand up under the back of the tee-shirt and let it slide along the smooth flesh. Jane tried to roll away but he was now astride her, riding her like a collapsed horse, sitting on the small of her back, and enjoying his captive young filly. The hand brushed across her back, soothed her, tried to calm her enough to reach around and under.
Jane inhaled and tried to reason. "Please don't touch me. I'll go back, I was stupid to try and get away."
He didn't say anything. His hand forced around her waist until it dug into the soft meat of her gasping belly.
"God! No!" she screamed. She tried to beat back with her fists and elbows, but he was out of reach. The hand pushed up to her ribs and Jane felt her flesh tremble with fear. He was going for her tits, trying to force his hand up to them. She pressed herself against the grass and dirt as hard as she could. The massive breasts flattened out like thick, delicious pancakes.
Jerry had expected that. He dug his other hand down until it circled her slim throat, then he lifted. Jane had the choice of rising up and letting the hand get to her breasts or choking ... she lifted up with a sob.
The delicate flesh of her pink nipples felt like puffs of cotton against his palm as Jerry cupped each beautiful tit. He finally let her throat go and Jane pressed back to the ground. His grasping hand was trapped between the earth and her tit; she forced it into his squeezing fingers.
"Ahhhhh! No!" Jane sobbed as she tried to pull up and get the hand away.
His other arm circled under her shoulder and pulled back hard in a half-nelson grip. Jane was helpless, her one arm twisted up next to her head, her breast being felt with his searching, rubbing fingers and hand. Wet tears streamed from her face as she pleaded with him, "Don't! Please don't do this to me ..."
"I'm gonna do it, kid," Jerry said. "You better quit fighting and enjoy it if you don't want me to get any rougher."
"NOOOOOOO!"
He rolled to his side and she came with him. But she was still helpless as he tightened his grip around her shoulder and on her neck. His hand left the mellow flesh of the breast and dug down to the scanty bikini bottoms.
"No! No! No!" she cried while trying to kick. But he was behind her, and she kept missing, as hard as she tried. His fingers tore into the top of the pants. Jane grabbed his wrist with her free hand and tried to pull him away, tried desperately to keep his filthy fingers from getting in there.
Jerry was too strong for her. He shoved his hand into the bikini bottoms and felt the trembling fear of her sleek skin. His fingers touched the hair and paused to brush through it before digging deeper. When she felt his hand drive down between her thighs and the fingers twisting up into the moist sensitivity of her cunt, Jane went berserk. She tried to hit him with her elbow, she kicked violently, but she only opened herself wide to him. The more she struggled the deeper he dug.
"Please! God! Help!" she shrieked as his wiggling finger met the wet lips of her opening and slid inside.
Jerry hated causing her pain by applying pressure to the half-nelson, but her struggles grew stronger, she tried heaving herself away from his probing hand. Her round rump jammed back against his crotch and smothered the stiff erection in his pants with hot, furiously fighting meat. He sank his finger keep into the squirming lips of her juicy twat.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she screamed as her backside jackknifed hard into his groin. It hit him at exactly the right time, as he was inhaling. The breath caught in his throat and Jerry coughed, then he choked. It was enough time for the unwilling young girl to jerk away from his hands and arms. She rolled onto the grass, realized she was free, and jumped up into a run.
Her long, gold hair trailed behind her like exhaust flames as she lowered her head and dashed for the road. Jerry got up, swallowed the pain in his guts and sped after her. He caught up as she came to the end of the clearing and threw himself full force at her swinging fanny.
"Uhhhhhh! Nooooo...." she groaned, as he pulled her forcefully back down. Her elbow caught his chin with a sharp blow, a trickle of blood came from Jerry's lip.
"Dammit!" he howled. His fist jammed into the tenderness of her belly and with a gush of escaping air Jane was senseless.
Anger showed in his eyes as he grabbed the white shirt and ripped. It split apart, and her two luscious tits sprang free to stare at him with pink, juicy nipples. But Jerry was too furious to enjoy the tits now, his hands grabbed at the bikini bottoms and tried to rip them too.
"Nooooo ... Please...." she weakly groaned. "Don't rip my ... "
They snapped apart at the hip and half Jane's lush belly and crotch were exposed. He tugged at the remaining material until it was down to her ankle. Jane strained for each painful breath, she heaved for air, her mind swirled with confusion and darkness; she had never exerted herself so thoroughly before.
His hands were kneading into her tits, squeezing, feeling the ripe fullness and velvet smoothness of each mound. The pink nipples unwillingly drew together into puckered cones of red heat as his fingers pinched into them. Jane felt her body becoming aroused, she knew there was no fight left in her. With a pitiful, resigned moan, she threw her face to the side and sobbed.
Jerry gasped for each breath too. She was a wildcat all right, a real fighter. She had one hell of a body and put up a hell of a fight to protect it. But now he had won the war, to the victor go the spoils ... and there was nothing spoiled about the fresh tenderness of her youthful, firm body.
"Oh...." she cried as his hands started roaming down her belly toward the sensitive area of her crotch. His mouth clamped down on one nipple and sucked the tasty bud deep inside. She felt her breast grow amazingly warm, felt it swell with pleasure after the heat of the battle.
His hand slid between her thighs and pressed into the matted and wet hair of her cunt. A finger gently worked at the pussy lips until they parted and let it inside. As Jane felt the small probe sliding into her body she grimaced, more to strain back the thrilling impulses it was arousing than anything else.
"Please ... oh, my God," she sobbed helplessly.
Jerry trailed his tongue down across the sugary plateau of flesh from her breasts to the wisping gold hair. He wanted to eat her, wanted to suck her snatch until she climaxed into his drinking mouth. When Jane realized it was his tongue now working at her hole, now pushing inside to explore and taste, she shivered. She had dreamed of being eaten out ... but she had never expected it to happen this way.
Her hands and arms were thrown back above her head as she felt his warm, pliant tongue filling the void in her cunt. As it licked deep it caused a flow of lubricating mucus. Her thighs were hot, her clitoris was hard, her whole cunt was burning as he mouthed it with relish.
When her right hand felt the hard object, Jane became still. It was a rock, round, about the size of a fist. Her fingers wrapped around it tight and she held her breath to wait for the exactly right moment. He pushed her thighs wide apart and burrowed his head deep between she felt his tongue reach deeper than before it stabbed into her like a greased cock.
Jane waited, feeling his mouth, knowing he would soon dig real deep again ... that was the time. Now his tongue tip was dancing against her clitoris, teasing, torturing the thing into insane pulsations and hip-twisting urges. She couldn't hold her breath, it felt like the tongue was tearing her box to shreds, making it catch fire and explode. The tongue slid deep into the soft-tissued channel of her twat.
She lifted the rock up high and held tight. The muscles of her arm flexed and she prepared to smash it down on his vulnerable head. She blinked, moved the arm slightly back, braced herself ... and felt her cunt shudder with joy. The rock dropped from her hand and an overwhelming climax echoed throughout the tongue-whipped hole of her lifting, twisting crotch.
"Ohhhhhh...." she sighed. "Ohhhhhh ... "
Jerry speared his tongue into the flexing, vibrating hole and tasted the flowing juice of her happy snatch. She was driving her pussy up to his face, begging for more, rubbing her wet cream across his mouth and chin as the climax kept overflowing from the hole. Her hands grabbed at his head to keep it there and her sweet ass lifted high; it was wonderful, so warm, so thrilling, so wet and beautiful.
"Ummmmmm," she moaned with happiness.
The climax passed through her body like a torrent of boiling rain until her hips stopped jerking and came to rest. Jerry sat back and smiled, he had done it. She was like putty now, anything he did from now on would be all right with her. He had fought, won, and now conquered.
As he undid his pants and slid them away Jane stared at his long, limber cock through glazed eyes. It seemed gigantic, impossible for her to take. A tremble of fear shook her mouth as she gulped and prayed he'd be gentle.
But Jerry had other plans before seeing how well her snatch would hold him, no, he wanted to teach this young thing a few pleasures first. He kneeled next to her head and held his cock in his hand. "Lift up and kiss it," he said. "Kiss my cockhead and it'll treat you well."
Even at eighteen Jane had never found the courage to put her mouth on any of her boyfriends' cocks. But she had always wondered what it would be like. Now she knew she had no choice, there was no decision to make, she lifted up like a feeding calf, puckered her soft, full lips, and as though it was the head of a cobra, kissed Jerry's glans. The gentle press of her lips made spears of excitement run down his cock, and when she didn't lower back down Jerry smiled. "Now take it in your mouth. Lick it."
The beaten young girl obeyed instantly. Her hot mouth collapsed around the tasty pole and drenched it with saliva. Her tongue wrapped around the filling cock like a mink stole and she sucked hard to overwhelm her taste buds with the fleshy flavor of her first blowjob.
Her mouth was eager and hungry as it worked more and more cock inside, as it slurped and gurgled happily on the slick-headed spike. Jerry felt his whole body growing warm, he fondled her breasts and pinched the nipples. Her mouth sucked hard and started to pump like a cunt on him. He pinched the nipples harder, she sucked and ground her sweltering mouth down hard. She was trying to spear it down her throat.
He used both hands to torture her nipples with vise-like pinches as her head bobbed faster and faster. Each time she took a little more inside until the cockhead was hitting her tonsils ... Jamming into the deep delicacy of her throat. Then, with a voracious gulp, Jane managed to get the cock past the bend of her throat and deep down inside. She thought her neck was going to split.
He lowered his head down to her vacant widespread crotch and once more lashed his tongue into her waiting, still dripping snatch. Jane's body quickly responded by heaving at his face, the thighs straining far apart until his tongue slid deep into her hungry cavity.
"Mmmmmmmm," she purred on her mouthful of digging prick.
Jerry licked inside, then traveled around the loose flesh of her vaginal lips before sweeping back. He wanted to eat her ass, to taste the white melons of perfect meat, to suck her asshole until she spilled her guts out an him. When his tongue tip touched the tiny pink hole, Jane's body stiffened. He circled it several times before she managed to relax.
Then he pressed into the tight pucker with increasing force. The hole refused to open, it rode in with the push of his tongue until it could go no more. The colon gave way and Jerry's pointed tongue slid slowly inside the delicious squeeze of her splendid asshole to feel the slick tissues.
"Uhhhhhhh ... Mmmmmmmm ..." Jane sighed, while running her tongue around the rim of his glans as though it was a piece of hard candy. She lovingly kissed the cockhead and drove it far into her throat with one happy lunge.
The cock was stiff and hard, it pounded with pressure between Jane's lips and she hoped it would climax. She wanted to suck his cream, taste it, feel it fill her cheeks and trickle down her throat. Yes, that was a real blowjob, she told herself. One where the man creams into your sucking mouth. She pumped vigorously to arouse the pecker to the bursting point.
When Jerry pulled himself away and tried to free his cock he had to struggle. The little girl was eating him so hungrily he was worried the cock might go off before he fucked her.
"Nooo ..." she begged. "Let me suck it off. "Cream in my mouth, please ..."
She looked so unhappy, so lost when he pushed her down on the ground that Jerry almost decided to pass up the pleasure of screwing her just to let her suck him up to a climax. But his groin was aching to settle between her thighs and he pushed her legs a part. Jane inhaled, he was going to try and get his large cock inside her tight, small pussy.
Jerry knew it was small because he had completely explored it with his hands and tongue. But it was young, firm, resilient. She could handle him ... it might hurt at first, but she'd take it like the fighter she was. The snatch was coated with slickness, and he pressed the blunt head of his cock into the slippery lips until they separated.
"This may hurt," he said.
She stared up at him, her eyes no longer flashed with hatred, now they showed respect. "Please go easy."
He put his weight behind the long prick and felt it force against the inadequate opening. Jane sucked a lip into her mouth, closed her eyes, lifted her cunt up against the probe. Jerry gave it more pressure, she twisted, the head muscled inside the screaming lips of the twat.
Jane didn't cry out but tears formed on the lids of her closed eyes. It hurt as though it was a branding iron. She wasn't a virgin, but her cunt had never received anything like this before. She took deep breaths to relax and it helped. Jerry worked his pecker in and out of her lips until they became accustomed to his size, before starting into her deeper pussy.
But the slowness was too painful for Jane, she cried out through tight lips, "Do it! Shove it in! Do it all at once!"
His hips plunged down and the full length of Jerry's tremendous pecker crashed brutally into the shocked and tender tissues of her delicate hole.
"Aaaauuugh!" she cried as the pains ripped up her spine and throbbed at her temples.
But she didn't pull away, in fact, her hips Jerked up at him to spur him on. He pulled far back and stabbed back inside the tightly hugging snatch. Another groan of pain came from her but she fought it and threw herself up once more. On the next deep drive the unbearable stinging was gone, her pussy had lost the resistance, it was kissing the wonderful pecker.
"Ohhhh," she sighed, as she felt how full and complete she was, how thoroughly stuffed with manly cock. Her nipples were hard and she licked her lips just before the sudden climax convulsed from her guts.
She bucked up and twisted wildly around his plunging pecker as a loud howl of happiness bellowed from her throat. "Yeeeeesssss!"
Hot flashes of uncontrollable fire ripped through her limbs as the pecker drove the cunt into senseless jerks and clamps. Her ass flexed hard as she lifted for more, the anus snuggled between the cheeks tingled and pulsated with joy. Jerry smashed deep and enjoyed the way her tight snatch tried to strangle his cock with endless squeezes of juice-dripping pressure.
He slid his hands under her prime ass and held her hips high while banging into the choking twat with great speed. He wanted to keep the climax going, to drive her straight into another one before his own cock splashed honey inside the snugness of her glazed nest.
"It's so great!" she cried. "It feels so great!"
His ass blurred with speed and she clipped up to greet the driving spike with her juices dripping snatch. Her wetness was complete and overflowing down to coat his balls with thick mucus. But Jerry was on a direct course, he could feel his guts shivering and preparing to unload.
The tall green grass tickled at Jane's bare ass as it swung so happily under Jerry, the grass also brushed his testicles until getting coated with juice and bending down to the earth. The wet balls heaved forward with each thrust and slammed into the soft cushion of her dripping ass. Their bodies matched rhythm and Jane had never felt so good in her life ... she was being screwed by a man-he was a bad man, a violent man, but he was all man.
Jerry collapsed down on her sweating body and felt the feel of full breasts squashing under his chest. His cock was throbbing without stop, his balls were screaming, his molten cream was rising. It flowed through his cock with heaves and felt like burning sand until it sprayed free with a splattering gush inside her twisting, climaxing cunt.
"Oh! Yes!" Jane screamed as she felt the thick sap of his trunk fill her hole.
But Jerry remembered her plea to taste his cream and quickly withdrew his spilling rod. Jane's eyes opened with surprise as he mounted her and squirted white paste across the tender nipples of each tit. She saw what he was doing and lunged with open mouth for the fountain of sperm. It hit her lips with a spray before getting inside and rewarding her with a full pump of seething hot, tangy sperm.
"Mmmmm...." she murmured while using her lips to drain the cock completely.
Jerry was out of breath. The chase, the fight, the victorious climax were too much. He dropped to his back and didn't care if she ran away now; he'd gotten what he wanted. But Jane wasn't about to flee. Her fingers scooped the delicious cream from her breasts and brought it to her mouth and tongue. She licked it down and searched for more.
It was there. Inside her well-fucked snatch. She scooped two fingers inside and felt it flow onto them, then gingerly she withdrew the fingers and brought them to her mouth. The sperm was intermingled with the taste of her own cunt and Jane swallowed it all down delicious tasty, a delicacy for the total woman.
His cock was only half hard when she lowered down and kissed it on the head. What an amazing thing, she thought to herself, one minute so tough and hard, the next soft and helpless. She knew it would be hours before he could get it up again, painful, empty hours of agonized waiting.
Jerry felt her tugging his arm and opened his eyes. "Come on," she said. "You better get me back before your friend comes out looking for us."
Jerry shook himself and wondered just who the rapist was around here.
CHAPTER SIX
When Jerry and Jane returned to the cabin Abe snarled, "Where ya been?"
"She was hard to catch," Jerry said.
"Yeah?" Abe gave Jane a suspicious look. "We better tie her up too. She might try again."
"No, she won't," Jerry said.
"Like shit! Dammit, Geraldo, it's no wonder you were locked up! You trust people! This little cunt'll run as soon as we turn our backs!"
"She promised she wouldn't."
"That's pure bullshit. She's getting tied up just like her little brother," Abe flatly stated.
Jane went to Tim and softly asked, "How are you?"
Tim couldn't answer. Jane, his sister was standing before him almost naked. The teeshirt was shredded and large portions of her round, white breasts were exposed. Even one reddish nipple hung out before his blinking eyes. The bikini bottoms were pulled up to cover her crotch and the torn side was knotted together by a thin strip of the shirt material. They hung loose, perilously close to falling away.
"Are you all right?" she persisted while touching his hot, flushed face.
Tim's shoulders were wracked with fury. Fury at himself for being gone when he should have been here protecting them. And what was he doing? Was he doing anything he could stand up about and say he was proud of? No ... he'd been creeping through the brush like a smelly animal, trying to find that couple again, so he could stare at the sexual antics of two beings foreign to him ... human beings.
Abe's face lit up when he saw the condition of Jane's torn attire. A filthy grin came to his mouth as he asked Jerry, "Hey, Geraldo, you finally fuck her?"
"My name is Jerry."
Abe snorted. "Come on ... that's what took you so long, huh? You nailed that little cunt out there, didn't you."
"Sometimes you make me sick, Abe," Jerry groaned.
"How was it? Did she put out or fight you? I don't see any scratches on your face ... How about your cock? Did she chew it up for you?"
"Dammit, Abe! Shut up!" Jerry snapped.
Abe grinned and settled back on the couch.
He had his answer. Now the road was clear for his own style of fun. But one thing was bothering him, Geraldo. His partner didn't seem cut out for the game they were playing. Oh, he took part, but unwillingly. Jerry was too hesitant to hurt people, it even looked like he was being protective of the daughter. That was dangerous, Abe figured, dangerous for himself. He decided that keeping his eye on the mother and her two kids wasn't enough, he'd have to watch Geraldo too.
An idea came to Abe and he called out, "Hey, daughter?"
She slowly turned, the hard, cool expression back on her face. He realized that whatever Geraldo had done to her hadn't shaken the tough facade ... no, it seemed to have reinforced it.
"My name is Jane," she coldly said.
"Okay, Janey. Get away from the little hero there, leave him alone. Can't you see you're embarrassing him?"
"What do you mean!"
Abe shook his head with futility. "You're his sister, for God's sake. And you're standing over him with your big tits hanging out. He's only human, for chrissake, teasing him with your jugs like that ..."
Jane reached up to the tatters of the shirt and tried to cover herself. Suddenly she felt embarrassed too. The situation had made her forget, she never thought Timmy would be bothered ... Her head jerked sideways to toss the hair from her eyes, the big bastard was doing it on purpose, saying those things ... trying to cause trouble where there wasn't any.
"Sit down," Abe said as he motioned to the chair across the room.
Jane looked at Jerry but he wasn't paying attention. He sat back on the couch, his eyes half closed with exhaustion. She went to the chair and sat. Her breasts kept slipping out of the inadequate top and she desperately tried to keep them from Abe's gleaming, thrilled eyes.
"You figured out we're escaped convicts, right?" Abe asked.
Jane nodded. "Yeah."
"Did Geraldo here tell you w y we were n."
"No."
Abe scratched his belly before saying, "I was in for burglary. It was the third time I got caught so they gave me ten years."
"They should have given you a hundred," Jane mumbled. That didn't bother him. He nodded at Jerry and asked, "But do you know what Geraldo was in for?"
"I said I didn't."
"Murder. The cold-blooded murder of his young wife."
The statement drove into Jane's shocked head like a long, dull nail. Murder? He was a murderer? But he seemed ... he seemed ... he didn't seem that bad. Her mouth dropped open and Abe was pleased with the reaction he had caused.
"Yep. Used a knife on her pretty body until she had no more blood left," he added.
Jane slowly closed her mouth and once again looked at the young man she had just finished screwing outside on the grass. Somewhere deep down inside her she had a glimmer of hope, hope that he hadn't done what the vile man was saying. But the cool, unfaltering stare coming from Jerry's eyes let her know it was true. The glimmer died and she suddenly felt very empty and alone.
"He's in for life," Abe continued. "That is he was until I got him out. Now he's a free man."
"Until they catch me," Jerry added quietly.
Abe coughed. "They're not catching us! Not me at least! I'm out for good this time! But if you keep trusting people they'll get you, mark my words, they'll get you."
"You're dreaming, Abraham ..."
Abe stiffened when Jerry used the proper name. "They'll get us both. Whether we trust people or not, they'll get us," Jerry said while standing.
"Never."
Jerry yawned and stretched. "How we gonna work this? Where'll we sleep?"
"I'm not tired," Abe said. "Why don't you go bunk in with momma and I'll keep an eye on the kiddies here. When I get tired I'll wake you up."
Jerry nodded, then glanced at Jane. She swallowed, he was going to leave her here with this animal. It didn't surprise her, he was a murderer, a slick, venomous killer, a snake. She looked away and held back tears of disappointment. Gone was the hope that he was some innocent man sent to jail, and now an escapee desperately trying to prove his innocence. It was out. Out as though the dial had been turned on the television drama. He crossed the room and disappeared behind the door to now take his pleasure on her mother.
Abe watched her intently. He was right, she was hung up on the young punk. Whatever Geraldo did, he must have done it well. A feeling of envy, jealousy, almost rose above the entangled bitterness in Abe's heart. He scoffed it away, she was a cunt, just that, a prime piece of ass right out of America's suburbs. Educated, pampered, spoiled so damned rotten that her tight-assed little body wouldn't last more than a year after she married some dumb jerk. No, she had had all the breaks and advantages ... it was time for her to learn the disadvantages, time to pay her dues to those who had never had a fucking thing.
He looked over at Tim, the redheaded young kid with anger on his face and no words to speak. He sat tied in the chair, struggling without stop, trying to work Abe's practiced bindings loose. Abe knew the kid wouldn't give up until his wrists were dripping blood; he couldn't give up, it wouldn't be the manly thing to do.
"Hey! Janey!" Abe barked after several minutes of heavy silence filled the room.
She jumped a little before looking at him. He sat there like some conquering king, an overfed slob, thick, hairy, ugly, and mean. "Go get me that loaf of bread and some butter," he ordered.
Jane stood, she wasn't about to defy him. She crossed to the kitchen and got him his request. When she handed it to him she asked "Do you want a knife?"
His eyes looked at the round pinkness of her nipple as it slid into view. He licked his lips "No ... No knife ... "
Jane started back to her chair but he said "Hold it, honey, I ain't through with you yet"
She stopped in her tracks, her back to him, and asked, "What do you want?" She didn't realize he had the cord until it looped around her slender throat and pulled tight. Jane stood frozen with fear as she felt the air passage close. "Do as I say and you won't get hurt too bad," he hissed. "Now slide your hands behind your back nice and slow."
Jane s face was red and trembling with fear as she reached back. Abe took each forearm and bent them together then tied them with the cord. When he was finished her face was nearly purple and Tim's struggles with his own bindings were furious. Jane's hands were securely lashed next to the elbows of the opposite arm, folded behind her. Abe released the loop around her neck.
"That's to make sure you don't decide I need that knife after all," he said.
Her forearms were already feeling numb but Jane held her silence, the gift of breath was enough. But the loop came back, this time not as tight, and he tied the other end of the cord to the midsection of her forearms. When he tightened It she felt the pressure on her throat and she had to arch her back ... it was the only way she could keep from choking.
"Leave her alone!" Tim finally screamed.
Abe jumped across the room and slapped the young boy across the mouth. Then he used a soiled dish towel to gag him. "There, that should teach you to speak only when spoken to," he mockingly said to the struggling Tim.
Jane was desperate. Her back and arms were killing her, it was increasingly difficult to keep her back arched, but it was the only way to keep slack in the throat cord. When Abe came back he turned Jane around and she realized how helpless she was, her breasts were thrust invitingly out, high, pointed, straining forward to keep the pressure off her neck.
Abe snickered. "How do you like that?" he asked. "Nice and tight, nice and helpless? Think you could run away with that thing around your sweet little throat? Think so?"
"No...." she desperately mumbled. Her head was strained back and she breathed through her open mouth, dots of perspiration on her wrinkled forehead.
"Try!" he hissed. "Try now. Run in place!"
His foot prodded out against her leg and Jane realized what would happen if she fell. Her arms were useless, there would be no way to break the fall. She lifted one foot then the other as though she was in an exercise class. It wasn't impossible to run with her back arched and head thrown back ... but she couldn't see ahead.
"Faster!" Abe snapped. "Run, dammit!"
Her feet lifted higher and came down faster. The delicious melons bounced free of the dangling shirt fabric, they were tossed up and down, side to side, the pink nipples like darting butterflies before Abe's laughing face. He reached into the fluffy mounds of skin and squeezed. Jane kept running.
"Faster...." he menacingly whispered.
When Jane increased her tempo she felt his fingers pinch down hard on the nipples, felt them hold like iron vises as she bounced up and down. The breasts kept heaving; it felt like he was ripping her nipples right off.
"Ohhhhh ... it hurts...." she moaned while not daring to stop her swift jogging.
Abe laughed as he backed slowly away while still pinching the luscious tit-buds. Jane had to follow, had to trot helplessly after him as he led her in a wide circle around the room. All she was aware of was the unbearable pressure in her nipples as they throbbed and pounded with fierce pulsations between his tough, unyielding fingers.
"Please...." she sobbed. "It hurts ..."
"Mmmmmmnnnnnn!" Timothy screeched behind his gag. The flesh of his wrists was growing thin and burning but he felt nothing, nothing but pure anger.
Abe stopped suddenly and Jane ran right into his open arms. He hugged her sweating body up against his bare chest and laughed. Jane wanted to spit, but at least he released her nipples. They felt like stomped wads of discarded chewing gum on a steaming sidewalk. Then he pushed her back and brought his saliva-dripping mouth down to her breasts, to the tortured buds of brilliant red.
"Uuuuuuughhhhhh!" she groaned as his teeth bit into the fire-hot nipples and the tip of his tongue lashed cruelly across their throbbing caps.
His face burrowed into the meaty softness of the breasts and wallowed like a contented pig while his lips sucked unmercifully at the blood-packed nipples. They grew small, tight, hard in his mouth until they felt like hot, slick chili peppers.
Abe pulled away and surveyed the results. Her breasts were arched up, the nipples looked beaten, pounded, but they glowed with fiery excitement and lust. She'd never admit it but her tits were begging for more, and more, and more. His hands cupped the jostling masses and gently squeezed, they were warm, solid, splendid tits all for the taking.
Jane shivered and a sob of helplessness came from her dry mouth as his large hands moved down across her belly, into the slimness of her waist and around back. His fingers dug into the back of the bikini bottoms and she felt him caressing the smoothness of her ass, the sensitive depths of the crack.
"Please," she begged. "Untie me and I'll do whatever you want. My back is hurting me."
He laughed in her ear while driving his hands deep into the pants. Suddenly the makeshift repair where Jerry had ripped the bottoms gave way. Jane whimpered as she felt the last vestige of her clothing drop. Abe's hands squeezed hard at her asscheeks, the fingers were deep in the heat of her crack, moving, touching, tickling her anus with tantalizing quickness.
Then one hand came around front and she was held in a saddle of probing fingers, unyielding fingers discovering the great slickness dripping from her twat, massaging into the tenderness of her spongy vulva, driving inside her cunt lips to slide in circles against the crying walls and petrified clitoris.
"You're all ready for the cock, ain't you!" Abe asked.
"It hurts," she pleaded.
Abe drove his middle finger deep inside the delicate squeeze of her liquid streaming gash, then he lifted up. Jane almost lost her balance trying to dismount the insistent finger as it twisted and curled repeatedly inside her squirming snatch.
"Uhhh! Uh! Uh!" she gasped as tears drooled from her anguished eyes.
"Oh no, baby, you're not getting away," Abe hissed. His other middle finger stabbed fiercely at the taut ring of her pink, soft anus.
"Nooooooooo!" she howled as the tearing probe forced inside the flexed hole, as it drove deep and fast, then started twirling, bending, churning into the delicate tissues of her ass.
Jane threw herself at Abe, her upturned tits and brittle nipples mashed into him, her gasps for breath roared in his ear as he shoved the finger to full depth. It was in so deep the meat of her soft ass was spread across the rest of his hand as Abe bent each finger toward the other to squeeze the wall of flesh between her cunt and ass.
"Auuuuuuggh!" she tearfully sobbed.
Abe quickly jerked his hands away from her thoroughly juiced crotch and ordered, "Get on your knees!"
"Oh ... please...." she cried as her legs buckled and she dropped to a position of reverence in front of him. She expected him to open his pants, to make her take his cock into her mouth, it wouldn't be enjoyable ... but it would be a lot more endurable than his ass probing fingers.
But Abe had different plans. He reached for the loaf of bread and grabbed several of the white slices. She watched without understanding as he rolled the bread in his hands until it molded into a thick, porous lump of dry dough. He made a long, compacted cock of bread.
He walked behind her and she felt his hand shoving down on the back of her head. Jane tried to resist but the cord strained at her throat, she bent, but he kept pushing until her face and shoulders touched the floor. Jane still had to arch her back, her ripe fanny was stabbing back at a high, open angle. An angle Abe fully enjoyed with his lustful eyes.
His hand was back at her pussy, pinching the hanging foreskins of her hole, stabbing inside. "Nice pussy, little girl," Abe huskily said. "But too juicy ... yes, much too much juice to keep it nice and tight. I like tight cunts ... ones that grab my cock like sandpaper."
When she felt the dough mound being pressed into her vagina Jane groaned with humiliation. "Yeah," he said, while working the bread into the lips, and deeper. "I'll just soak up the juice like I do when I eat. A little bread to suck it all up like a tasty white sponge."
"Please ... Please ..."
When Abe withdrew the bread it was soft and soaked with her internal gravy. The cream of her cunt dripped, the bread fell apart and chunks dropped to the floor. He used a fresh piece of bread to wipe her cunt lips dry, the whole snatch showed no wetness at all. He finished by swiping up to clear the lubricating fluids from her ass crack.
"Nice and clean, nice and bone dry," he mumbled, while undoing his pants and letting them drop to his knees. "Now we'll see how a bone feels in there."
Jane swallowed her breath as she felt the thick head of his hard cock touch between her thighs. He lifted it up until it was lodged between the red, dry lips of her aching pussy. He was going to fuck her dry, torture her with his pecker, rip her walls with seething friction. He pushed. The lips of the twat gripped at his cockhead and held. They collapsed inside the hole under the tremendous pressure.
Abe grabbed her by the hips and eased back with his spike. A leering grin of power came over his face as he heaved his thick thighs forward and rammed the unaided tool into her screaming snatch.
"AAAAAAUUUUGH!" Jane screamed as she felt her cunt being torn open with the ripping friction of the dry cock on her dry walls. It felt massive, gigantic, unbearably huge as it crashed deeper and deeper with his jerking thrusts.
"Yeah!" Abe cried. "Now that's a tight hole!"
"It hurts! It hurts! Oh, God it hurts!" Jane cried out.
"Oh yeah!" he asked with amusement. "Is Abe's big cock too much for your little cunt?"
"Yesssss...." she answered through clenched teeth.
"Does it feel too big?"
"Yessss" ... Oh, yesss ..."
"Is your little twat too dry?"
"YES"
His hips stopped jamming the large pecker into the burning hole and suddenly pulled back. Even that hurt. But at least the ripping pain was gone. Jane sighed. Then she felt his fingers on her anus, rubbing, sliding, slipping. He was packing her asshole with the butter! Jamming gobs of the yellow grease right inside the puckered hole of her ass!
"Yep. Bread and butter" They go well together. Jane, baby, I'm having you served up like a sandwich. A hot sandwich!" he guffawed.
"You bastard" You filthy, cruel sonofabitch!"
"Hah! Tell me about it, cunt!" he snapped back.
Abe used the stick of butter like a cock and shoved it against the closed hole of her ass. It smeared wide and filled the crack between her round buns, he was sure she was plenty eased inside. Now it was time to put the wiener in the bun. He stroked his thick shaft with butter-coated fingers while placing it between her cheeks.
"Better loosen up back here, little girl. I'm gonna fuck you right up the ass!"
Jane let all the air out of her body and tried to relax. It was good advice, even if from a bastard. Abe leaned forward and pressed his pecker against the pink hole and felt it open slightly. Just slightly, nowhere near enough to circle him. His hands reached down to her tits. The nipples were pinched into his vise-like fingers, he pulled them back toward her waist. The red buttons of fire stretched in his fingers as he plowed his hips energetically forward.
"UUUUUUUUHHHHHHH!" Jane roared from deep in her throat.
Her delicate asshole was peeled back with brute force until the pulpy head of Abe's stick blasted inside. But that wasn't the worst part, the worst part followed. He drove his cock straight and totally inside with one nonstop stroke. The butter greased his way as the venomous shaft buried inside her jerking backside.
"How's that?" he questioned. "Better with butter?"
"Uh! Uh! Oh! It hurts!" Her head whipped from side to side regardless of the strangling cord, and her hair was sent into wild swirls over her back.
Abe released his tearing hold on Jane's nipples and-came back to hold her hips. She felt great on his cock. Her rectum hugged every bit of his sliding and pulling rod, it was kissing him all over, it seethed with heat and wetness. He looked down at the spiked roundness of her rump and licked his lips, yes, she was good all right. A prime piece of ass.
Jane felt nothing but pain in her back, from the uncomfortable bondage, from the punishing cock making her rectum expand and collapse. But at least he had settled on something, he was intent on screwing her at last. That meant he would soon please himself, have his orgasm in her ass, and stop torturing her.
When Abe heaved forward the soft billows of her rump pressed against his muscular thighs. A suction was formed between their hot, perspiring flesh. The sounds of friction, gurgling, slapping flesh fined his ears. Yeah, this has been worth the three-and-a-half-year wait, he told himself.
Timothy's wrists pounded with pressure but the cord wouldn't break or loosen. He sat dumbstruck as though he had been kicked in the face his mouth open, eyes staring. He couldn't take his eyes away, couldn't close them, they saw everything. Jane's poor body all tied up and vulnerable. The ugly monster playing with her like a cat toys with a mouse.
Her body was so beautiful, so flawless, so creamy white where it wasn't tanned. It was terrible to witness this pasty-skinned hairy-legged animal fucking her. Tim could see how the man's big rod was tearing inside Jane's wide-stretched anus, how her rectal skins slid back out when he withdrew, how much the man was enjoying the hot hug of her asshole.
He had witnessed the same thing yesterday on the beach ... but somehow, for some reason, this seemed much more enjoyable for the man. And in a strange way, for Jane too. Her cries had faded and now all Tim heard were gasps from her dry mouth.., gasps not totally of pain ... they seemed to echo a certain pleasure.
He watched the way her magnificent tits bounced against the floor as her body twisted from side to side, as she desperately jammed her sweltering ass back at the brute. She was taking the cock, making it easy and enjoyable for the man raping her. Tim wondered about his sister, he'd seen the looks she gave the other guy, the dark-haired one. He had just raped her, but Tim had seen very little hate or regret on Jane's face.
Tim looked to the floor and his eyes fined with tears of shame. His sister had put up a fierce fight at the start, but when she lost she fought just as hard for her own share of the pleasures. Even as he looked away Tim couldn't drive the sight of her twisting, humping ass coming down to meet the impassioned thrust of the red cock. Tim grimaced and realized his cock was as hard as the one digging inside Jane.
"Uuuuuugh, God!" Jane sighed as she felt the terrific pressure and liquid heat in her asshole. The pounding cock no longer hurt, now it was thrilling her flesh, making it shiver happily with each passing inch of hardness.
Abe exposed all his teeth in a happy grin. She was fucking his cock with her anus. Slamming right down and back on it to pummel her twisting guts, to drive her heaving ass into faster and faster clips. No wonder Jerry's exhausted, he thought to himself. She fucked him silly.
"My breasts ... my nipples ... please pinch them ..." Jane deliriously mumbled.
Abe grabbed up her swinging, meaty jugs and dug his fingers into the mellow fullness. Jane gasped and her head started whipping again. But she didn't beg him to stop, no, her nipples were exploding like dynamite caps, her breasts felt huge, inflated, close to rupturing with happiness.
"Yes! Yes!" she screamed as the sizzling shaft of fire tore up her spine and fanned out through her limbs. She threw her whole weight back onto the deep-driving prick and squirmed. Her climax was an uncontrollable series of throws from her ass to her head. She pivoted on the filling cock and rocked from side to side with the cheeks of her juice-soaked ass sloshing noisily against Abe's hot hips.
"It feels so great!" she cried.
Abe pumped with all the speed he could muster to enjoy the deep friction of her swirling rectum. But Jane's younger, tighter body was no match for him, she met his every drive with two heaves of her cock-crammed rump.
As her climax came to a peak and ebbed, Abe slipped his wet pecker free of her clinging anus and drove it fiercely into the snug clamp of her cunt. She was no longer dry, his buttered cock was met with saturated cunt walls, walls eager for his stiffness, walls already trembling with a renewed climax.
"In my cunt! Yes! Deep! Hard! Fast!" she yelped with each backward lurch of her body.
He heaved in hard and deep, then held his cock inside as she went berserk on it. Her back arched into a deep bow and her talented hips battered her snatch down on his embedded post until the juice was streaming, spattering, splashing into his matted pubic hair. She's a fountain, he told himself as her whirlpool cunt washed his hot prick without pause.
Jane's knees spread wide apart and her ass pointed back at him like a wedge of soft meat. Abe could feel her cunt gripping and releasing his cock with shuddering speed, her howling breath was a whirl' of noise. He gave the pinched, hard nipples a cruel twist as though they were bottle caps and heard her cry way down deep inside her happy guts. She was loving it all along, everything he did, the more he humiliated and punished her the more aroused she became. Abe decided Jane was very much like her mother ... only with bigger, riper tits.
She could feel him lurch spasmodically into her thrilled box and knew he was close. Jane wanted him to climax but not in there, no, her throat was dry and parched, her lips tingled for the powerful taste of this man's thick semen.
"My mouth ... come in my mouth...." she begged.
Abe's eyes went wide with surprise. She was asking him, actually pleading for him to cream in her mouth. He gave his pecker a few more squeezing slides into the snatch and pulled it free. He was very close, he could feel the pounding in his body, the pulsations of his cockhead, the tremendous pressure throughout his whole dripping spike.
She twisted around on her knees with great speed and agility. Before Abe could do a thing her head was down and he felt the famished suction of her soft lips. She sucked it deep into her mouth, and while the tongue hugged the base the head drove straight into the squeezing twist of her hungry throat.
"Mmmmmmm " she happily hummed on the throbbing cock it tasted like butter, like her cunt like her asshole ... but the best taste was , still to come.
Abe's giant hands clamped possessively around the back of her head and pressed. Jane's stuffed mouth slid down until the lips were in his pubic hair. The cock erupted. Wild sprays of his heavy cream gushed into the excited suction of her throat. Jane's ass whipped in circles as her own climax ripped through her blissfully sweating body.
She pulled back to feel his cockhead spurt onto her loving tongue, to feel the paste gush between her cheeks and teeth. Then back enough to open-her mouth wide and feel the semen slide on her wet, red lips and trickle out to her chin, her cheeks, her soft, slender throat with the choking cord.
Abe settled back and watched how she fingered the spillage back to her mouth and swallowed. Her eyes glowed with satisfied lust, he was positive this young girl wasn't going to run away. Now now, not after she'd experienced what she'd be leaving.
Jane gulped and felt the lumpy substance soothe down her throat. She hated him, but she enjoyed what he did to her. Perhaps she'd judged him wrong, she thought. Jerry was a murderer, Abe was only a burglar ... could that have anything to do with it? Her swirling mind stopped thinking, she slumped forward and felt him undoing the cords. Her arms fell to her side with a flood of relief she felt her breasts press into the carpet, and she fell asleep.
Tim watched the big-assed man untie his sister, then curl up next to her on the floor. They both slept as he watched and tried to forget what he had just seen. His sister drinking the man's filthy semen down like it was a thick milkshake ... after she cried for him to do it in her mouth ... cried like a dying whore.
He shook his head and tried to drive the beauty of her gracefully humping body out of his mind. Timothy also tried his best to ignore the hot puddle of semen in his pants. He had climaxed too ... right when she screamed for it in the mouth. He closed his eyes but couldn't sleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Abe rolled onto his back and stretched. A bright shaft of morning sunshine struck his closed eyes and they blinked open. He turned to his side. It took several seconds for his mind to clear and the memories of the day and night before to filter into sharp focus. He smugly reached out to touch the limber body of Jane to once again caress the soft, firm flesh.
She was gone. Abe sat up with a start and stared around the room. Jane was gone. All he saw was Tim still tied to the chair, his head gently bobbing with fitful sleep. Abe came to his knees like a hunting beast and shook away the daze of his sleep. Where was she? The door was still locked, the windows closed, Abe's teeth ground together as he realized he'd made the same error he was warning Jerry about. In his satisfied state of sexual bliss he'd slipped up and trusted the little cunt.
He lumbered to his feet and went to the bedroom door. A peek inside told him everything was quiet in there. Beth was sprawled across the bed, one wrist tied to the bed frame, her legs wide apart and the hefty mound of her cunt sitting open between the silken skin of her thighs. Jerry was curled up next to her, his mouth open and eyes closed. He pulled the door shut.
Tim stirred, his head lifted and eyes blinked open. All he saw was the glaring, angry face of Abe. "Where's your fucking sister?" Abe snarled.
Tim closed his eyes, felt mucus rise in his throat. With a low growl he drew the spit into his mouth and let it go at Abe's face. Abe jumped back and cursed as he felt the wet spray, his fist came back quick, Tim braced himself.
"Don't!" Jane cried as she came from the bathroom and saw what was happening.
Abe's fist opened and he looked at her with shock. "Where the fuck were you?" he snapped.
"In the bathroom," she innocently said. "Is that all right with you?"
She stood with her hands on her hips, nude, totally beautiful and unabashed. Her nipples were soft again, pink, round, lush, with no evidence of the wrenching torture they'd been through the evening before. She glowed. Abe realized she had just showered her fresh, clean body.
"Oh," he mumbled.
Tim was staring at his sister with cool, unfaltering eyes, looking curiously at her large, firm breasts and nipples, exploring the grand sweep of her narrow waistline, inspecting the fluffed blond crotch hair. She wasn't embarrassed about standing nude in front of him, he wouldn't be embarrassed about enjoying the sight. No, his attitude toward Jane was different now, she was no longer the innocent he'd always believed ... she was just like any other well-built female. Hungry for sex, willing to do it even with a stranger-one who forced himself on her, a rapist.
Abe didn't miss it either. He saw Tim's hard stare, the way he surveyed his sister's anatomy. But the taste of the young punk's spit was still on Abe's lips; he frowned, then grinned.
"Your little brother spit on me," he said to Jane. "He should know better than that. He's going to pay for it."
Jane's eyes showed fearful concern. "No, please don't hurt Timmy! He didn't mean it!"
Abe scoffed and untied Tim's ankles from the chair legs. "What are you going to do!" Jane asked in a high-pitched voice.
Just then Tim kicked out, but Abe had expected it and caught his thrashing foot in his strong hand. He twisted until Tim writhed with pain ... but he refused to cry out. Abe giggled and reached for the belt and buttons holding Tim's pants closed.
"No ... don't...." Jane pleaded. She kneeled next to Abe and pressed her warm, well washed tits against his arm. "Punish me ... leave Timmy alone ... take it out on me ... "
He snorted and tore away at Tim's pants until the fly parted open and his white under-shorts were exposed. Abe grabbed the pants and underwear in his fist and jerked hard until they slid down to Tim's still struggling knees. Tim still refused to cry out or say one word.
His cock was half hard as it rolled free of the clothing and tilted sideways across his thigh. Jane stopped her pleading long enough to realize how fully mature, how limber and well-constructed her younger brother's pink member was.
"What are you going to do!" she finally asked.
As Abe forced the pants and under-shorts down to Tim's ankles he saw the crusted cream of the youth's orgasm of the night before. "Look!" he laughed. "The little punk creamed his pants last night while watching us! You must have really turned him on! Or was it me? Do you think he shot his wad looking at me!"
Tim's head was averted and he bit into his lip with fury. His wrists strained against the cords holding them to the chair, but the only result was a throbbing, dull pain much worse than the day before.
"God, why can't you leave him alone!" Jane pleaded. But her eyes couldn't leave the vulnerable and manly cock of her young brother.
Abe wrapped his fingers around the rubbery pecker and stroked it while grinning up at Tim's closed eyes. A shudder of repulsion and hatred ran through the boy as he felt the hot hand engulfing his helpless root.
"Nice little prick," Abe whispered. "You know what would happen to a young boy like you in prison? There'd be a raffle ... a raffle for first place. First place up your ass. Then another raffle for your first head job. Then one for the first to suck you off. By the time the raffles were over you'd be selling your cock for a cigarette to us cons ... for a favor from the guards ... "
Jane grabbed Abe's arm and tried to pull his hand off the red cock of Tim. "Stop! Don't do this to him!" she begged. "Fuck me! Put it in my ass! Please...."
Abe's hand jerked away from the almost hard prick and ripped into the soft gold hair of Jane's head. He twisted and forced her over Tim's outstretched thigh. Then he pulled at Tim's feet until the young man slid forward in the chair, until his legs were straight and his cock was propped up high.
"Okay! Cunt! You want to protect your little brother from the dirty old man? Then do it yourself! Suck him off! See how your brother's cock tastes in your hot-lipped mouth!"
"Uhhhh! No! No! Please don't make me do that" Jane sobbed.
"Hah! It's you or me! Make up your mind!" His free hand slid down Jane's back and cupped into her jutting ass, she felt his finger gouging at her anus.
Her lips trembled and she sniffed back tears while staring at the splendidly formed penis before her face. It was a long straight prick with a mushroom-like head on top of all the extreme hardness. Tim was hard, stiffer than he'd ever been in his life, his guts were convulsing with the conflict of wanting her to get away but also wanting to feel her mouth.
Jane knew Abe was fully capable of molesting Tim and realized she was the only way to stop it. Her mouth opened into a soft-lipped ring and she lowered down until the pulpy cockhead touched her softness. Tim's groin shuddered as she let her mouth collapse gently over the glans, as her wet heat buried his prickhead with swirling pleasure.
Tim tried to force the pleasure away but it was impossible. He kept his eyes closed and tried to imagine it was the mouth of the girl on the beach. Some stranger, someone other than ... other than his sister. Her tongue washed slowly over his pulsating stick and he groaned, that too was impossible ... It was Jane, his sister, his beautiful, lusty sister sucking his cock. It was just who he wanted to do it ... Jane ... her lovely mouth drawing on his petrified, hot stick of muscle.
"That's the girl," Abe was whispering. "Eat his young cock for breakfast. Suck his sausage and enjoy it. He looks like he is. I'm doing him a big favor ... teaching his sister to suck his prick ... making it very convenient for him."
His hands were now digging into the cheeks of her ass. She felt his hard fingers rubbing against her clitoris, driving heat into her nude body, making her pussy flow with wanton juice. The slick cock filled her mouth with the taste of mustiness from the night it had spent sleeping in a pool of sperm. She too tried to drive the fact that this was her brother's cock from her mind ... she couldn't do it. It was Tim's prick, his beautiful, tasty cock.
Her mouth slid far down on the deep-reaching spike as Abe's fingers drove her cunt and ass into twisting heaves of passion. The wetness dribbled down the inside of her clean thighs, the clitoris was smashing her box with jolts of excitement. Abe opened his own pants and crawled behind the offered ass and creamy slit.
Tim's heaving breath was rapid as he felt Jane's hand wrap about the base of his soaking prick. She lifted up and used her wet, energetic tongue to lash barber-pole swirls around the flared head and boiling erectness. When Abe's enlarged cock touched at her twat Jane's head plunged down hard to engulf Tim's sweltering pecker, to drive it completely inside until the head squeezed deep into the comfort of her throat.
Abe's cock pressed into the sloshing lips of her begging cunt and quickly became buried in twisting, drooling flesh. Jane shoved back to clamp her thrilled twat down solidly onto the pleasing pole, to make sure she got everything, every wonderful inch of stretching hardness.
"Mmmmmmm," she hummed on her brothers quaking shaft.
"Oh...." Tim sighed with resignation.
"Yeah...." Abe mumbled. His fat cock was slamming, peppering her gash with blurring strokes of fire-inciting cock. The snatch was oven-hot and cooking his loaf-like pecker.
"Mmmm," Jane cried as she felt the head of Tim's sweet prick flare out, as his hips uncontrollably lurched up at her sucking, cock-licking face. He was going to cream and she desperately wanted Abe to climax too. The thought of two men climaxing at once inside her was very exciting, one in her cunt, the other in her mouth. She could think of nothing more pleasing.
While laughing Abe hurled himself against the round, soft ass and embedded his big stick. Yes, he was close ... very close. With two more deep-driving strokes his breath caught, he closed his eyes, the press of her gyrating ass did the rest. His cunt-packed cockhead vomited hot semen inside the swirling chasm.
"Uhhhhhh ..." she sighed, as her lips drew tight and sucked with great power.
Tim's hips lifted off the chair and he speared his dick totally into her drawing mouth. A wracking tremble ripped through his stomach as the steaming juice foamed from his cock like it was a can of pressurized whipped cream. It frosted the pastry of her throat and backed up to fill her collapsed, twisting cheeks.
"Ummmmmm ... Jane groaned as she felt semen leaking from her mouth and cunt, as she felt the overwhelming fill of oozing batter being whipped inside her. She swallowed her cunt contracted, a climax rumbled from her cunt to her mouth ... it was the greatest ecstasy she'd ever felt.
Abe slid his dripping pole out of her cream-soaked snatch and sat on the floor, Jane was licking Tim's fine prick, lapping up all the delicious sperm her tongue could find. He saw his own juice streaming down her legs, puddling on the floor between her knees. Tim's cock was still stiff, Abe's was already drawing back to relaxed smallness.
"Fuck him," Abe said. "Sit on the cock and make it shrink up. Fuck him."
It was an order that didn't have to be repeated. Jane climbed up to straddle the out stretched body of her brother in the chair. His long, erect pecker was as good as ever as she steered it into the sloshing cream of her red-lipped slit. It moved inside with a tight stretching shove. Jane grinned, Tim was bigger than Abe, he was at least as big as Jerry ... and just as good.
Jane recognized how excited she was to be feeling her brother's cock inside her cunt. Her whole body tingled with anticipation, she could hardly breathe. Through glazed eyes she smiled at him and he bravely smiled back. Yes, she was sure of it, he was enjoying this as much as she was.
His hips rose up and drove the long cock deep inside the tight suction of her bouncing pussy. Tim had never felt anything so good in his life, anything ... his sister's hole was the perfect fit for his pulsating dong, they were always compared by aunts and uncles for the similarity in their eyes, mouths, noses ... never for anything as well-matched as this.
Tim only wished his hands weren't tied because he was dying to reach up and squeeze her massive breasts, to feel those wonderful balls of swinging meat and tender nipples in his hot hands. But he knew down deep he would eventually feel them, this was their first time and it was by outside force ... but a time would come when they could do this alone, by their own impulse and desire to again feel themselves matching so well.
Jane's arms circled his neck and held tight as her round ass blurred with speed on the delightful stabbing of his hot, youthful column of meat. Tim's hips heaved up to meet her rapid-fire bounces onto him. Their bodies whipped together with a meaty slap of flesh which repeated without stop as Abe stared in awe. His own cream was now nothing but a ring of white froth inside her ass crack and on her wide-stretched thighs. Her pussy lips were a brilliant red ring, like a rubber band, around the plunging rod. Tim's balls were tossing from side to side as the organs washed into each other like converging waves.
She fell forward and smashed her warm, hard-nippled jugs into Tim's heaving chest as the climax grabbed at her cunt. He pitched up and embedded the cock to full depth and felt her snatch tremble happily all over it. Tim wasn't close to another climax, but the feel of her clamping box was pleasure enough. He had done well, she was satisfied, he was a man.
Her snatch kept twisting, writhing, wringing the prick unmercifully until the waves of ecstasy passed. Then Jane lifted her cream and sweat-drenched crotch away from the still hard pillar of red to kneel before it and suck again. Abe watched the loving care as her lips circled the head and kissed. He grunted and stood up.
"Okay get in the kitchen and start some breakfast!" he loudly ordered. "Leave the kid alone!"
When Jane unwillingly stood up, she saw Jerry. He was standing in the bedroom doorway, staring, not believing what he had Just witnessed. Beyond him, on the bed and completely nude, was her mother'. Beth's eyes were wide with horror, she also saw them, saw her children in their act of love.
"Noooo!" Beth screamed. "You promised! You dirty bastards promised me!"
Jerry slammed the door shut to drown out her cries and silently walked to the bathroom as Abe guffawed with delight. "What's she so damned upset about?" he laughed. "Can't you keep her happy? Huh, Geraldo?"
Jerry stopped and turned, his face was threatening. "Raping her is one thing, forcing her to screw her brother is another, Abe. You went too far."
"Too far? Bullshit! Didn't you see how they were eating each other up? They loved it! I did them the biggest favor of their young lives!" Abe bellowed.
"Yeah, I saw," Jerry quietly said. His stare moved to Jane and she saw his contempt.
Jane held her head high, she had nothing to be ashamed of in front of them. Who were they to judge? Criminals, escaped convicts, terrorists, rapists ... they could rot in hell. But her pride began to melt when she heard Abe's next remark.
"You ain't seen nothing, Geraldo. Just wait until after breakfast when I unleash this young boy an his mother's snatch."
Jane spun around and blurted, "No! Not that!"
"What'sa matter?" Abe chided. "You afraid he might like her more than you?"
"You sick creep, you perverted...." she hissed.
"Look who's talking! I saw how you loved fucking your brother! Incest is sick! You're just as perverted as I am!" Abe barked.
"Dammit!" Jerry yelled. "Everybody shut up!" His eyes went narrow and he fumed, "No one's doing anything, because we're getting the hell outta here, Abe. It's time to split."
Tim's head bobbed up, his eyes showed relief. Jane gave each man a puzzled stare as they eyed each other. "Horseshit," Abe said in a low voice. "You can go right now if you want but I'm sticking around. I ain't had so much fun in years."
"It might be your last," Jerry reasoned. "If we stay in one place too long they're bound to catch up with us."
"Not here. Not way up in the middle of nowhere. This is the safest place we can be ... and the most enjoyable too."
"Do what you want," Jerry flatly stated. "But after I eat I'm leaving." He turned to go to the bathroom.
"Just eat? Breakfast, or your little cunt here?" Abe mumbled with amusement. Jerry closed the bathroom door.
Jane silently turned to the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of eggs. A feeling of dread was coming over her, for some reason she couldn't put her finger on she was scared more than ever. Now that they were going to be alone with Abe it seemed different; Jerry had a restraining influence on the gross animal. What would Abe do once he had them all to himself?
Timothy stared down at his now limp cock, splatters of cream from Jane's thrilling pussy were on his red pubic hair, Abe's sperm, Abe's filthy jism. Then he felt the chair moving as Abe tugged it over to the table. The big man tied Tim's ankles back to the chair legs then undid his gag.
"I'm going to undo your arms, boy. So you can eat. But I'll keep your legs tied and this noose around your neck just in case you decide to be a hero."
Abe looped cord around Tim's throat and tied it to the back of the chair. When he undid Tim's arms it was possible for him to eat but impossible to stand without choking. Tim stayed silent as he intently watched his nude sister labor at the stove. She prepared a breakfast for her mother and handed it to Abe.
"This is for my mom. Don't you think you should let her eat and go to the bathroom at least?"
"Uh ... Oh?" Abe hadn't considered such niceties for Beth, but he decided Jane was right. He looked at the bedroom door, then said "Put it on the table. I'll take care of everything."
Abe waited until Jerry came out of the bathroom then said. "You keep your eyes on these two while I let mommy piss."
Jerry nodded. Abe entered the bedroom. After several minutes the door opened and Beth came walking out with Abe behind her. She glanced with sadness at her children, tears filled her eyes. But Abe shoved her and she stumbled forward, Tim tried to jump up and the choker tore at his throat.
"Sit down!" Abe snarled.
Beth sobbed then whimpered to Jane and Tim, "I'm sorry ..."
Their faces were ashen as they saw their mother herded like a pitiful lamb across the room. Then they saw Abe's guarantee that she didn't try to run, he held a broomstick in his hand and kept prodding her ass, sticking her when she slowed, goosing her while snickering happily to himself.
"Can't you stop him?" Jane asked Jerry after Abe entered the bathroom with Beth.
Until now Jerry had seen little concern for Beth in Jane's eyes or actions. But it was obvious she did care, she had been hiding it to keep them from turning it on her. He shrugged. "What can I do? Get in a fight with him over a bunch of strangers?"
"Strangers?" Jane cried. "After what we did? After the way I treated you? You know something real crazy, real stupid? I liked you! I really tried to understand your problems and not judge you too harshly! I thought you were a man!"
"Aw, cut it out ..."
"But you're not! You're less of a man than that fat friend of yours! He's sick and disgusting but at least he doesn't crawl off with his tail between his legs when things aren't going his way!"
Jerry's fist pounded down on the table. "That's just it! Things are going his way! And I don't want to go along! He's dumb! He thinks he's out of prison for good, that they'll never catch him again! That's bullshit! They'll get him and they'll get me too! It's only a matter of time!"
"So" she asked. "What does that mean!"
"It means I have things I want to do before they get me. I can't waste any more time playing around here! He believes he has all the time in the world ... who am I to stop him? If he wants to be stupid that's fine with me. As long as I get done what I have to do."
Her brow furrowed. "What's that? What's so important that you have to get done?"
Jerry frowned and scratched his head. Then said softly, "I have to kill a man."
"What?" she breathlessly asked. "Why?"
Tim was staring at Jerry, wondering, questioning. What was driving this seemingly compassionate man, this man with his mission of murder?
"Because he's the man who made me kill my wife. The sonofabitch who turned her into a common whore"
Jane sat down and pushed the hair from her face as Jerry continued with his story. "I was in the service ... hell, I was gone less than a year. I got leave a couple of times and saw the changes in her. I didn't like it but what could I do?"
"Was she having an affair?" Jane asked.
"Hah! If it was just that! An affair I could have handled. No, it was more than that, much more."
"More?"
"The bastard was feeding her dope, stringing her out ... it didn't take much time to hook her, apparently she loved the stuff. Then he turned the tables on her. If she wanted her stuff she had to screw for it ... not just him ... but anybody he told her to. He used her as a prostitute, put her to work, changed her from the wonderful girl I married into a hollow-eyed streetwalker in less than a year."
"How terrible," Jane said.
His eyes closed with pain and Jerry replied, "It was."
"Couldn't you help her? Wasn't there any thing you could do?"
"I tried. But I was fighting something stronger than both of us. One night she attacked me in a rage. I killed her ... I didn't want anyone, especially that bastard, to ever touch her poor, ruined body again."
There was a long, heavy silence before Tim spoke up. "You got sent to prison for that?"
"I got life."
"But you were right," Tim's words made Jane look at her younger brother with a new kind of respect.
"No, I wasn't. But this time I will be. I'm gonna finish my job ... I'm gonna get that filthy creep and make sure everyone else's wife is safe."
"You better eat," Jane said. "And there are some of my father's clothes in the closet ... you can change into them."
"And take my car," Tim offered. "It's hard to drive but it really flies when you want to go fast."
Jerry smiled at the compassionate kids, but before he could answer them the bathroom door flew open and Abe prodded Beth to the table. She sat down and kept her eyes on the floor.
"Okay, folks," Abe announced. "Right now we'll have ourselves a little family-style breakfast." He looked around and saw the serious faces, felt the heavy stillness. With a grunt he sat down and snorted, "Let's go! Get the food on the table! We need nourishment before the family-style games!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jane cooked and everyone ate in silence. Except Abe. He didn't speak but he wasn't silent. His chomping mouth never closed on the chewed food, his fork scratched restlessly on the plate, his coffee was taken with noisy slurps, and after pushing his empty plate to the middle of the table he concluded with a loud burp.
"Your daughter's quite a little cook," he mentioned to Beth as she blankly sipped coffee.
Abe didn't seem to care about her trance-like state and kept talking. "Yep, a good cook and fine lover. You musta had her take dance lessons or something ... something to make her that well built and gymnastic ... "
Jane shot him a disgusted glare and Abe nodded. "Maybe it was sports. Did she go out for a lot of sports in school? Track, tumbling, swimming ... cheerleading?"
Beth swallowed her coffee and looked straight into Abe's mocking eyes. "Jane is an intelligent, capable young lady. Whatever she does, she does it well."
Abe snorted with humor and reached for another piece of toast. "She sure does!"
"Furthermore, you're the most disgusting pig I've ever seen," Beth added.
Abe stopped in mid-bite. Her sharp words dug into his thick, tough hide like hypodermic needles. "You seemed to enjoy It when I screwed you. You like fucking pigs? I'm sure I can find one up here in these mountains."
Jane looked at her mother. Abe was getting angry she wanted to warn Beth off, but it was too late. "You shouldn't have to look far ... start at the bathroom mirror."
Abe leaned his elbows on the table and said in a venomous, deep voice, "You're asking for it, cunt. Really asking for it."
"Mother" Jane interrupted. "Jerry is going to leave right after breakfast. I told him he could wear some of father's clothes."
Beth looked at Jane and smirked. "If he can fit into them. I don't think he's big enough."
"Then we'll be left here alone with Abe ..." Jane added as the best hint she could. She wanted her mother to know that they'd all be at the beast's mercy after Jerry left.
"That's like being left with a bucket of garbage."
Abe reached across the table and grabbed Beth by the throat. His mouth formed a vicious snarl and he hissed, "I've had enough of your crap, woman! Enough! I have half a mind to bust your mouth up so you'll keep quiet!"
"Please!" Jane cried hysterically. "She didn't mean it! She's upset!"
"I meant every word!" Beth said as her eyes stared, without falter into his glaring face. Abe s fist tightened as he stood, but when he drew back Jerry grabbed it and held. "Sit down, Abe," Jerry said. "You gonna let her get her way? Can't you see she's trying to work you up? Trying to piss you off?"
The rigid, angry man sat down and mumbled, "She's been asking for it all morning ..."
"Well, don't let her have her way," Jerry reasoned. "Ignore her insults."
Abe sat smoldering as everyone finished eating. Finally he leaned back, grinned, and said, "Before Jerry takes off I think it would be nice if the family gave him a little going away show of appreciation. A real nice show. With mom as the main attraction she'll be the star."
Beth sighed helplessly. She had hoped to anger him to the point of -violence then make a break for it. He was too thick-bodied to be very fast and if she only could have managed to make Abe chase her Jerry would be forced to stay behind and watch the kids. And if Jerry chased her the kids could easily outrun Abe. It was the first time since these men interrupted her life that she wasn't tied up, now her chance was gone ... she'd have more than willingly run to town in the nude. She'd run across blazing coals if she had to ... anything to protect her children.
"I don't have time," Jerry said. "I want to make tracks for the city."
"Awwww run out on the show? Geraldo ... ain't you got no manners or appreciation?" Abe laughed.
"Please ... please stay," Jane suddenly said.
Jerry looked at her begging eyes and wondered what she was up to. "Why? Why do you want me to stay?"
She threw a glance at Abe who was looking the other way and whispered, "Just ... Just a little while longer ... "
He understood. She was afraid of being left alone with Abe and his bag of tricks. Jerry shrugged, it couldn't take long, maybe Abe would tire and agree to go with him. He would like that better, then he could be sure his friend left them as they'd found them ... unharmed, unhappy, but unharmed.
"Okay," he mumbled.
Abe relished the news and clapped his hands together. "Good, I have a real great show all planned out for you!" His gleaming eyes beamed at Beth. "Get up, mom. We're going in the bathroom to set the stage."
Beth was about to say something when Abe reached for the broomstick. Her mouth closed and she stood, the slim, firm lines of her graceful body causing Tim to look up. Her body was as healthy and vibrant as Jane's, curving, succulent soft and appealing. His eyes quickly turned away as Abe said, "Hold your horses, boy. I know you're young, but at times like these you have to be patient. Mature and patient."
As Abe steered Beth into the bedroom and closed the door Jane turned to Jerry. "Must you leave him here? Isn't there anything you can do to get him to leave with you?" Her volume dropped. "I'm afraid."
"I don't know ..."
She stepped close to him, her eyes mellow and pleading. "We won't call the police ... we'll let you both get a good head start before we say anything ... "
"I can't bother with ..."
The pink tips of her excitable breasts pressed against his arm as she whispered invitingly, "And after you're through in the city I can meet you there. We live in the city ..."
"Huh!"
"To keep you happy ... to hide you from the police if they're after you ..."
"Cut it out," Jerry mumbled. "That's crazy. No, once I leave you'll never see me again."
She hugged his arm forcefully into the full softness of the breasts and whispered, "Then let me make you happy before you go, at least let me do that. Just once, just one more time together ... you and me ... "
Jerry looked down at Tim's shocked face then back at Jane's serious expression. She meant it, she wanted him to fuck her before going. His determination was wavering, he had only had her once and that wasn't under perfect conditions ...
The bedroom door burst open and Abe stood there totally nude, his stout stomach resting against the stiffened head of his thick pecker. "Ladies and gentlemen ... If you'll all just come this way...." His arm pointed into the bedroom.
"What about him?" Jerry asked looking at Tim.
Abe smiled. "I shall escort the young boy myself. I have to give him his costume first."
"You beast ..." Jane hissed.
"I can arrange a part in the show for you, little lady," he threatened with a lifted eyebrow.
Jerry took Jane's arm and said, "Come on, Jet's humor him and hope he'll leave afterwards."
As she threw a hesitant glance back at Tim, Jane was ushered into the bedroom. When she saw her mother, Jane gasped. She thought it was blood, but finally recognized the deep red smears on Beth's face. It was lipstick, widespread strokes of brilliant red completely covering her mother's forehead, cheeks, nose, and chin. It was like a blackface of the old vaudeville days, but in this case it was a red-faced.
"I'm so sorry, Jane," Beth emotionally sobbed as she saw her daughter's tears. "I begged them not to touch you! I pleaded and cooperated ... I did everything they wanted!"
"It's all right, mother," Jane said as Jerry sat her in a chair at the foot of the bed. "They haven't hurt me."
"Haven't hurt you? Look what they've made you do! With them ... with your own brother!"
Jerry saw the whiteness of dusting powder on Beth's small, pointed breasts. Then he saw it on the cheeks of her ass. Abe had found her cosmetics and found pleasure in using them. Her crotch hair and cunt lips glistened with a greasiness, a large jar of cold cream sat on the nightstand. A cord, like a leash, was around her slim throat and tied to the bed frame ... but there was lots of slack, plenty of leash.
"What is he going to do?" Beth sobbed at Jerry. "Please don't let him hurt my children."
There wasn't time to answer. Abe shoved Tim into the room. The youngster was totally naked and showed no signs of any makeup. His healthy flesh glowed with suntan and he walked very slowly and cautiously. Abe had skipped the makeup with Tim, but not the leash. A cord came down from the cheeks of Tim's ass and reached to Abe's hand the other end was tied around Tim's testicles.
He shoved Tim again and pulled back on the leash hard enough to make the boy grimace. "That's just to show you it works! That I'm not fooling around!"
"Oh, my God!" Beth moaned painfully.
"On the bed, boy!" Abe ordered. "Fast!"
Before he could jerk the string again Tim crawled onto the bed and sat. "Lay down! On your back right next to your loving mother and friend!" Abe snapped like a ringleader in a circus.
"For chrissake, Abe!" Jerry yelled. "Why the hell ... "
"Shut up!" Abe bellowed. "You can leave any time you want! I don't need you here to enjoy myself! Go! Run off to your fucking city!"
Jane's hand clamped tight to Jerry's arm to plead with him to stay, Jerry took a deep breath, closed his eyes, shut his mouth, Abe seemed satisfied and turned back to the mother and son lying next to each other on the bed, They weren't looking at each other, just lying, stiff, unmoving.
"Okay, mom, since you have the lead part in our little play I want you to take a bow. Not the usual bow ... no, you won't face the audience ... "
Beth's sobbing heaves for breath wouldn't stop, her mouth was shaking with anger and fear, she didn't understand what he wanted until Abe screamed, "Roll over! On your belly! But not on the bed! On your little boy!"
"Noooooo!" she moaned.
Abe grabbed her legs and twisted, Beth groaned and unwillingly rolled herself on top of Tim's still body. Her legs rested on the outside of his, her firm breasts pressed into his chest, she laid her tear-streaked, red face over his trembling shoulder.
"That's it, mom," Abe said. "Now we see all your talents, that's what I call a real nice bow."
He stared at her cold-cream dripping pussy, at the pink hole of her ass sitting between round, powder-covered asscheeks. Her light-skinned thighs were stretched across Tim's, the flesh covered with goose bumps, her crotch resting directly over his limp hanging cock and balls.
Beth sensed the strength in her son she felt the hard muscles of his well-formed body below her, the tension, the fury. She drew her emotions together, this was not a time for hysteria, no, it was a time for control and understanding ... Her head turned and she placed a soft kiss on his cheek. "I'm sorry, Tim," she whispered.
His eyes flooded with tears of regret. "I'm sorry too, mom. Sorry I wasn't there when you needed me" he moaned. His athletic body shivered uncontrollably under her.
"Relax, Tim, there's nothing we can do ..." she said.
"I want to kill him ..." he hissed.
"Relax, son ... just try and relax ... "
Abe stared at Tim's uncooperative cock and shook his head. It was limp, the balls hung behind it in their cinched-up bag, red hair surrounded everything.
"What's a matter with your brother?" he asked Jane. "Can't he get it up? Did you screw it all out of him?"
Jane's hold on Jerry's arm tightened and she kept silent. Abe nodded slowly and said "I got ways of making him stiff. I can use my hand on him and pound his little cock up...." He smiled. "That is ... unless you want to save him from the dirty old man ... "
"What?" she managed to ask.
His face darkened. "Reach in there and jack him off!. Get his prick hard! Do it or I'll pull this string until it's up or ripped onto the floor!"
"Do as he says," Jerry said. He saw a desperation in Abe's rage, the animal was trying to impress Jerry for some strange reason, trying to prove himself as mean and tough ... not just a burglar, but a man capable of much more ... brutality, violence, even to the point of murder.
Jane moved from the chair with unsteady legs. Being forced to fuck Tim was one thing, but being forced to participate in having her brother and mother fuck was another. She unhappily reached between the openness of her mother's thighs and wrapped gentle fingers around Tim's un-aroused penis.
"That's the girl ... now beat him off. Get it up big and hard like you had it," Abe instructed.
Jane's hand moved slowly at first, meading the fleshy worm, rolling it tenderly, in her fingers. Tim's body remained unmoving as she stroked up and down, pulling the cool prick up, working warmth and blood into its length. It started responding - the first indication was the color. It grew from a pale, washed-out hue to a pink, then red.
She gripped tighter and beat her hand faster as the glans became larger, as the edge flared out and the wrinkled flesh of the shaft started to grow taut. But it still flopped like loose rubber against her palm as Jane furiously tried to beat life into it.
Abe gave the string a pull and she saw Tim's testicles stretch against the string. He was warning her, showing he was serious about his threat. Jane inhaled, then plunged her head down into the vee between her mother's thighs, the full cheeks of Beth's ass rubbed against Jane's forehead as she took the cock in her moist, thirsty lips.
"Now that's what I call cooperation," Abe cracked. "A real stick-together family."
Jane trickled her tongue across Tim's sponge-like glans and felt it increase in size and heat. Her lips hugged under the head and slowly, with great suction, slid down. He was getting hard, very hard and long. Saliva filled her mouth as it gushed down with more speed to suck at the tasty, wonderful shaft to try and pull it into her throat. Beth's rump was in the way, Jane couldn't engulf Tim's prick totally. The aromas of her mother's vagina and Tim's heated rod were thick in Jane's nostrils, and suddenly she felt very glad to be a part of their ultimate act ... forced or not. She licked down to soothe the tied scrotum.
"All right! It's up!" Abe gleefully called out. "Get your hot mouth off his prick before it blows apart!"
Jane didn't pull away. Her head bobbed deep into the vee of four legs, the pecker stabbed far into her mouth. She sucked and prayed for a mouthful of jism, she wanted to steal the show, climax Tim and ruin the obscene plans of Abe. She didn't feel his hand wrap in her hair until he jerked. Jane's mouth left Tim's prick with a pop of suction and a spray of saliva.
It was up. Tremendously up. Long, hard, wet, and red. Tim's prick was like a full-grown tree sitting in his meadow of curly red hair. The head was so high that it cleared the hump of Beth's white ass ... then it tilted toward his upper body to stiffly lodge into the soft crease of his mother's waiting ass.
"Now, ain't that beautiful," Abe chided. He pulled Jane from the bed and sat her in the chair. "You don't want to miss anything, now do you? From here you'll be able to see how well the cock you just sucked up does inside a cunt. Your mommy's cunt."
"You creep ... you stinking beast...." Jane moaned.
Ignoring her he turned and clapped his hands. "Okay, mom, screw down on that beautiful prick kissing your ass! I want to see it in your cunt! Get it? Fuck that cock or your boy will feel pain ... lots of pain ... "
Beth breathed softly on Tim's cheek as her hips began to lift and she felt his burning cockhead slipping down the crease of her soft rump. She had been surprised by his size when she saw Tim and Jane in the kitchen, but now it seemed even larger, hard, pronging down toward the cold-cream-packed slit of her cunt.
Tim's erection was numb, he knew it could feel nothing. Even the frantic lips of Jane had failed to do anything but make it hard and hot. He felt no emotion, no nearness to a climax ... just a dull, unwanted stiffness. Now, as his mother's backside lifted and his prick lowered into position he still felt nothing, nothing but the tenderness of her flesh, the warmth of her body, the gentle caress of the loose, slick tissues at the door to her gash.
They met his cockhead with an eager, yawning spread of pink and red. The melted cold cream had mostly been absorbed into Beth's cunt lining, but enough remained to grease his glans and make her twat lips slide easily apart. Tim's beautiful shaft kissed the mouth of his mother's cunt.
Beth wasn't going to wait for Abe's crude orders. She knew what they had to do and gave her hips short twists to each side. The head of the prick pressed the lips further back and they came around to half-swallow the mushroom cap. Then as her hips bore down on the hardness she whispered to her son, "I love you."
With a desperate groan Tim drove himself upward. The dead dullness of his cock was gone, suddenly he could feel everything, every wet touch, every warm kiss, every hugging inch of slippery, twisting, snatch on his furiously pounding meat, The cock drove deep into her downward-pounding cunt, and with a gust of escaping air disappeared from the sight of the avid audience.
Jerry had been disgusted by the whole thing up until this point. The eager, almost avid, way in which their organs came together dispeled much of his repulsion. It was obvious the torture was over for mother and son, now their excited bodies were meeting each other with lust, hunger, ravenous energy.
Abe was ready to laugh uproariously in the power of his victory. His victory of humiliation. But he saw no humiliation or embarrassment, all he saw were the two organs, the cock and cunt, crashing into each other with an abandon and happiness he'd never thought possible. Their upper bodies were still but their hips and legs were grinding, stabbing, twisting, plunging.
Jane could still taste the sweet flavor of her brother's prick in her mouth. It turned sour, sour with jealousy as she saw his wonderful stick drive deep into another woman's body. Her own cunt felt hollow, empty, deprived ... it was her cock, she had had it first, she was the one who had had him first. She had been his first woman. Jane wished it was her pussy receiving the thick, long pecker.
Beth swallowed down the saliva in her mouth and drew in a deep, reviving breath of air. He was tremendous, huge, hard. Her box was stretched like a tight wrapper around the unstoppable plunge of his steel-like shaft. It was ramming against her clitoris, causing excited blossoms to already bloom inside her turmoil-ridden guts. It was the best-feeling stick she had ever had.
All Tim could compare Beth's cunt to was Jane's. And to him there was no difference, they both felt inexplicably great. The way they both seemed to hug yet glide at the same time. The way they worked their limber hips to twist against him, to make his cock ride up one side and down the other, to grind and hurl and jerk and suck and pound all at the same time.
"You have nothing to be ashamed of," Beth whispered to her gasping son.
"But this is wrong...." he mumbled.
"Does it feel wrong to you?" she gently asked as her clitoris took the full length of his grating slide.
"No," he hesitantly answered.
"Then it isn't," she simply said.
"Is it right?"
"It's not right that we're forced to do it ..." Beth's arms curled under the sweat-covered head of her son, she hugged him tight with her hungry body.
Tim's hands pressed on her back and slid across the smooth, sleek skin. Her chest moved, Beth worked her red, bristling nipples down hard on his heaving chest. Her legs separated wide and with an arch of her lower back she whipped her cunt down with doubled speed and eagerness.
"Well, what do you know?" Abe said while shaking his head. "The old lady goes for it as much as his sister did. I think this boy's gonna be well-fucked the rest of his life."
Abe sat on the side of the bed next to the rhythmically humping couple and placed his hand on Beth's rising ass. He petted her soft mounds as they plunged down and pulled back up. He was transfixed by the screwing organs, his own pecker was hard and he distractedly reached down to stroke himself.
Jerry felt Jane's cool fingers slide around his prick and looked at her. She was breathing heavily, staring without a blink at the widespread cheeks of her mother's ass as it grooved down to the inserting shaft of her brother. She squeezed tight at his hardness, the hand pumped up and down.
He reached over, uncaring about where they were or who was watching, and cupped her breast. The pliant, pink nipple rolled between his fingers and he squeezed. It reddened and drew into a tight, pointed pucker, heat poured from it as Jane pressed her full, swollen breast into his hand.
Jane suddenly looked at him, her eyes were desperate, wanting. She couldn't stand the emptiness another second, she had to feel a cock inside her ... anywhere inside. She dropped to her knees before him and pushed his thighs apart. Jerry's long stick was first kissed, then licked, then snugly sucked into the burning oven of her deep-dragging lips.
"Mmmmmmm ..." Jane moaned as she went down totally on the throat-filling cock.
Jerry slid down in the chair and heaved his prick into the open, gurgling wetness of her happy mouth. Jane's hands dug under his ass to hold each cheek and squeeze as she sucked. He felt her nimble fingers against his asshole, tickling, teasing, daring it to let one inside.
Abe looked over and was surprised to see Jane upstaging his act. He was the only guy in the room not getting something, anything at all. Jerry smiled with contentment at the golden-haired head bobbing in his lap, the tongue-lashing mouth slurping on his tool like it was sugar cane. Abe snorted and moved his hand from atop Beth's backside down into the crack.
Beth's steady tempo faltered as her torso tightened. He was doing it again, threatening her anus. She knew from the first time when he'd used his finger in there and she'd reacted with uncontrollable panic that he'd return. He'd humiliated her with the broomstick making threats, giggling, asking her why she was so sensitive about her ... she tried to forget the word he'd used ... shithole.
Tim wondered what was troubling his mother as her hips lost the rhythm, as she took shallower drives onto his feverish cock. He looked at her eyes and saw something was bothering her, something was wrong. He wondered if he was doing it to her, if he was the cause of her discomfort.
When the middle finger pressed at her pink anus Beth almost cried out. But she was determined not to panic, not to let him know it bothered her. But it did. Taking anything in her ass was more than repulsive to her it was frightening, horrendous. The mere thought of it made her tighten.
And tight she was. Abe twisted his finger like a screw against the flexed, unyielding pucker. Her hips still managed to make haphazard strokes at Tim's gliding pecker, but her enjoyment and concentration were destroyed. The finger was like a hammer, a fist a telephone pole knocking where it wasn't wanted. He shoved with vicious force until the ring peeled tautly back and his fingertip felt the tenderness of her insides.
"Please ... don't...." Beth mumbled, trying to exert as much control as possible over her wavering voice.
"Shut up and keep fucking" Abe hissed. "I'll do whatever I fucking well please."
"Leave her alone!" Tim snapped.
Abe gave his finger a fierce stab and Beth went tense as she felt it rip deep into her rectum. "Now fuck your son and shut him up!"
"Yesss! Please Tim, don't say a word! Ignore him!" she cried to her son.
"How can I?" Tim asked. "He's torturing you!"
"Quiet ..." she moaned. Her hips crashed down with heated lust to engulf his hot cock with seething cunt. Her mind was whirling, she had to ignore it, had to force the presence of the finger from her mind. It's not there, it's not there, she kept telling herself over and over as her wet body writhed like a swimming fish across her son's heaving torso.
She pressed her mouth down on his and drove a frantic tongue between his lips to guarantee his silence. Tim slid his own tongue inside her mouth and together they danced against teeth and gums. Her pussy jerked, twisted, a sudden gush of hot wetness spilled on his pecker, a climax trembled along his length, the walls of the cunt slammed and battered his thrilled meat.
"Uuuuuummmmmm!" She moaned into his mouth. Then, pulling away, "Yesss! Oh! Yesssss!"
Their mouths slammed back together and they kissed their joy into each other, mother satisfied on son, son building himself toward completion inside her.
Abe worked his whole finger into the tight pinch of her asshole but was disappointed. The reaction he'd enjoyed so much was missing-her panic, her howls for mercy were gone. He gave the finger a bending twist and felt the rectal tissues strain against him. But still, she didn't scream.
He looked back at Jane and Jerry. Her mouth was filled with his scrotum a testicle slid all wet and soaked from her kissing, nipping lips. She was sucking his nuts, running the tongue up into the loose skins and nibbling like a little rodent at his hairy, wet sac. Then he saw her tongue drive down deep under Jerry's balls, she was tickling his asshole.
Jerry lifted off the chair and felt the squirming search of her tongue tip lick his anus. It was a gentle, cool wash of twirling softness then a wide-lapping scrub inside his cheeks. Finally she pointed the tongue and drove it forcefully into the taut hole: it opened easily and welcomed her inside. The flowing juiciness of the writhing tongue sent waves of simmering pleasure throughout Jerry's pounding body.
Abe spit on the floor and frowned. With a determined snort he jerked his finger from Beth's squeezing asshole and mounted the bed behind her. His knees crushed between Tim's open thighs and he lowered his pulsating rod down to the sweeping roundness of Beth's heaving backside.
She was aware of him and keenly aware of what he was about to do. She couldn't ignore that! Her whole body, arms and legs, came to a stop, she froze with fear and she felt his hot hands grab at her hips, as she felt the thick, powerful head of his battering-ram cock lodge between the spiked cheeks of her rump.
"God no!" she begged. "Don't! I can't take that! I can't stand that!"
Jerry quickly looked up and Jane drew her mouth from him to see what was wrong. Tim stared up into the filthy grin of Abe as the monster drove his heavy body forward against Beth's cushioning rump.
"AAAAUUUUUGH!" Beth screamed with terror as she felt the knob slam brutally against her rigid, unfuckable hole. "Noooooo!"
Abe's cock hit against the taut pucker, but she twisted her hips and it slid above the hole. With an angry grip on her hips he tried again and this time managed to batter the anus into a painful retreat, but it didn't open. It was forced into her, still tight, unyielding, refusing to let him past.
Abe threw his whole weight behind his pounding prick and heard her dreaded cry as the anus started to lose strength. It was unwillingly being forced open by the insistence of his unbearable pressure.
"NOOOO! AUUUUUGH!" Beth gasped as she felt herself rip open to allow him in. Her whole back was thumping, her arms ached, she threw her head down into the furrow of Tim's neck and cried with defeat.
Her constricted hole yielded in short, shuddering stages to let the thick shaft muscle inch by inch into the smothering squeeze of her rectum. Abe started laughing as he felt her ass groan with the expulsion of air he displaced, then he lunged his stick into her with punishing force.
"God! Oh, God!" Beth whimpered. Then to Tim. "Fuck me, fuck me fast and hard, Tim. Make me forget what he's doing!"
Tim's body swam up to her and filled the hungry walls of her cunt with thrilling meat, Beth tried to press down to meet him but it was impossible, she was impaled on Abe's thumping pillar, stuck up above Tim with no way to meet his healthy young shaft. But Tim understood and lifted high, his juice-soaked muscle moved completely inside her.
Beth had never felt so full in her life. A cock in her cunt and a cock in her ass. Both big, both slamming at a feverish, blurring speed, both stirring her guts into a torrent of confused reactions, repulsion, enjoyment, hatred, love.
Jane blinked as she saw her mother take the two prongs. Abe's hulking body obscured most of the sight, but she had no trouble understanding her mother's position, But the cries were softer now, more moans intermingled with sighs than anything else, Jane always knew her mother wasn't so sexually free that she'd take it in the ass.
Then the empty, envious feeling came back to Jane. She reached down to run a finger between the liquid-dripping lips of her own cunt. She was hot, boiling- over, anxious to feel as full as her mother. Jane stood up, turned her back on Jerry, then sat on his lap until she felt the head of his prong press against the searching lips of her snatch.
"Fuck me ... fuck me, please," she moaned. Jerry guided her down on his cooking meat and felt the blissful grip of her drooling pussy. She dropped fully and sent the long shaft deep into her steaming crack.
"Yessssss ..." she sighed. "Oh? it feels so good ... so wonderful to have you inside me ..."
Jerry reached around and scooped the massive piles of downy breast into his hands. His mouth sucked on her soft shoulder as he plied the big jugs with his palms and pinched the nipples between his fingers. Her narrow waist and flat belly buckled with a deep intake of air, and then Jane started fucking. Her ass whipped from side to side to make the big cock slam hard against her walls, to stretch and pound her, to make her cunt feel so full that there'd be no room left for anything else ... even cream.
Beth licked her son's smooth neck and felt her pussy vibrating with joy on his pole. Abe's battering-ram in her ass no longer hurt, she had to admit it felt good in a strange way, a way she'd never experienced before. It was a terribly uneasy feeling but still it did send a chilling thrill through her body.
And Tim's heaving lifts into the waiting walls of her snatch were feeling so much better-it was as if her cunt had tightened as if the cock in her ass had pulled away any slack or looseness. Tim felt gigantic, wonderful, as he stuffed her time and time again with long hardness. And deep in her rectum everything was so warm and good, good enough for her to press back at Abe, to aid him in driving to his full depth.
Beth couldn't help but wonder how Tim's longer stick would feel instead of Abe's. It might just touch that warm spot just out of Abe's reach, it might crash into it and ignite everything she always knew was living inside her. It might make her have an orgasm bigger than life itself.
Abe felt much better. She was over her crying and actually fucking back at him with her asshole. Doing it coy-like to keep him from knowing that she was loving it. But he could care, he was in her ass, that was the last place he wanted to get before splitting on this happy little family. He had gotten both of them, mother and daughter in the cunt, mouth, and asshole. There was nothing left to insult, it would be time to go soon.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Oooooooh!" Beth sighed as she felt her body ripple with passion. "It feels so good! Both places! Both in my cunt and ass."
Tim grimaced and lifted up to hold his excited meat inside the furious clamping of her raining gash. His mother's twat was like a thousand fingers tickling down his hardness, beautiful, loving fingers urging him on. A shudder enveloped his hips and he gasped for air as the built-up pressure forced semen from his embedded prick of iron.
It washed from him in plentiful sprays of white stickiness to foam and adhere to her trembling linings. The jism frothed like foam to fill and drench all her hot tissues, to trickle and stream with drooling heaviness down his cock and eventually out of her wet, opened lips.
Jane sobbed, "My God! Yesssss!" as the ecstasy of Jerry's rod drove her cunt crazy. Her hair whipped in his face as she wildly twisted down onto the big screw in her hole. It collapsed time and again on the wonderful meat to thank it, to express devotion, good luck and best wishes all over it. Then she jerked up and forward as her cunt still trembled, and sat her anus down on the slick, dripping cockhead.
"In my ass ... in my ass, please" she begged.
Jerry lifted up and she strained down. The spade-like head of his throbbing tool mushed into her tight friction until the anus yawned open and came slamming down around him. He felt the taut ring of muscle scour his burning skin, scrape away the wet to replace it with new wetness.
Jane struggled her squirming, stretching rectum down on the long, gouging stick until her asscheeks pressed against his hot thighs. She paused, her mouth open and eyes glazed as the tender tissue of her ass adjusted to the unusual fullness. Then she lifted up slowly, very slowly, to feel each exciting inch of hard rub and nerve-jangling pressure.
"Oooooohhhhhh ..." she happily sighed. "You feel so big and hot."
The liquid-seething interior of her rectum collapsed into a sucking hug around the huge glans as it slid toward her colon. But Jane wasn't about to lose it, she lifted high then dropped down with all her weight. The screeching tension of her gripping hole tore right along Jerry's taut prick skin to send waves of licking fire throughout his body.
Abe's cock was whipping with ease into Beth's now expanded asshole. She was taking it with swift clips of her ass, shoving back and grinding passionately. Tim's long pecker still plowed steadily into her snatch, jamming her crotch with log-like cocks, pummeling all her juicy tissues into hysterical flutters of unstoppable joy and happiness.
"Uuuummmmmm," she hummed constantly as the double heads drove deep at the same time.
The cream of Tim's climax intermingled with her greased fluids to drench her inner thighs and mat his red hair. But his stick was still big and hard, it kept pumping energetically into the froth of its own ejaculation, working like a butter churn, turning the thick wet into whipped cream.
Abe's groans of ecstasy filled Beth's ringing ears as she felt his heavy weight slam completely against the jutting roundness of her cheek-spread ass. Suddenly his cock felt like a thousand fists as it exploded violently into the pink lushness of her rectum. Beth felt herself filling with his spewing jism, felt his pecker thrash like an untended hose.
"Yesssss!" she hissed. "Come in my ass! Spray yourself inside my asshole!" Then she quietly whispered, "That's where you belong."
Abe heard nothing. His fingers dug hard into the billowed meat of her ass and squeezed. The spasmodic lurches of his hips were deep and punishing, his face became a grimace of release. Then with a wheezing exhale, he collapsed forward onto her back, driving her wet body tight down onto Tim ... crushing Tim with the added, excessive weight.
Tim couldn't breathe under the crush, but he didn't cry out. His mother's hole was shuddering again, throbbing against him, climaxing with tight clamps and suction. No, Tim could do without air at a time like this ... there was always time for breathing.
"Come in my ass...." Jane begged as Jerry's spike ripped deep into her squishing tightness. "Make me feel good, make me happy, make me full ... "
His hands squeezed at her breasts and the downy flesh overflowed his fingers. A nipple peeked between his thumb and forefinger, Jerry pinched tight, and Jane's rump came down with a crescendo of slapping ass on thighs.
"Yes!" Jerry groaned as his prick shuddered with pressure. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she gleefully screamed. "Me too!"
Their bodies hurled at each other and coupled together like one person as his hips lifted high and her rump heaved down. She kept her anus glued to his lowest point as the cockhead flared, then opened up to discharge the hot sperm.
Jane's empty cunt was fluttering and streaming wetness down on his balls. She speared her finger inside to pummel the pounding clitoris incessantly as her body rocked from side to side on the erupting fountain in her lovely asshole.
"So good! It feels so good," Jane moaned.
Then it was over. She regretfully lifted away from the drenched prick and felt it pop from her ass. Abe had rolled off Beth and was on his back, huffing, gasping for each breath. Beth was curled protectively inside the strong, manly hug of her son. She whispered in his ear, "You can't feel guilty for not being here when they arrived, Tim. But I'm thankful you're here now, that you're such a grown man, such a man!"
He nodded and closed his eyes. The taste for vengeance was in his mouth, but he knew the chances of satisfaction were slim; the important thing was protecting Beth and Jane, making sure they were all left without any more harm than had already been done.
Jerry stood up and looked at Abe. The hulking man was exhausted, wiped out. Jerry wondered how far his stubby legs would carry him before giving out, before forcing Abe to beg for a break and a rest. Before he could leave the stout fool helpless and unable to travel any further. That's the moment Jerry was planning on, the ripe time for him to leave Abe alone in the deep woods.
He was sure Abe would never find his way back to the cabin; no, Abe had proved he had no sense of direction when they had first gotten lost. In time the overweight lug would stumble onto the highway begging to be taken back to prison where he would get food shelter the safe security of a cell.
"Abe, it's time to go," Jerry said.
Abe lifted his weary head and nodded.
CHAPTER NINE
Jane joined her mother and brother on the bed and the three sat with their eyes on Abe and Jerry. Jerry found a pair of slacks and a shirt in the closet and tried them on. They fit well enough and Jane was surprised by the strange way her father's clothes transformed him back into just an ordinary man. There wasn't that much so special about Jerry, she realized. He was just a man, a fairly good-looking, ordinary man.
But she also understood where he excelled, and that's what impressed her the most. She never would have guessed, never would have selected him under other circumstances. But he had given her a lesson, an example to go by. Birds with the drabbest feathers soar to the greatest heights while the exotic, colorful birds always seem to be doomed to the ground.
She looked at Tim. He was another example. Freckle-faced, a nose slightly larger than desired, a crooked, silly grin. But he had proven himself an eagle, an unequalled man. She grinned, the two men who had forcefully intruded into their lives were now dressing to go. But they were leaving behind their most valuable lesson, Timothy.
Beth hugged her arms around her two children. They were like new people to her, stronger, different. Certainly things would never be the same again but they had proven themselves stronger than the men who had tried to destroy them. She was proud of her son and daughter, very proud.
Jane had displayed a few characteristics which Beth was shocked by, her aggressiveness her seeming willingness to let the men do what they wanted. But Beth had to admit she had reacted the same way, she had put up only enough battles to lay her conscience to rest. Then she had wholeheartedly received the men. Yes, she and her daughter were very much a-like when it came to the uncontrollable forces inside their bodies.
Her eyes drifted to the lap of her son-at last his petrified cock was relaxing. It had climaxed several times and still stayed stiff due to his youthful energy. But he showed a maturity far and above his years by swallowing his damaged pride and not forcing the two intruders into a violent confrontation. That would have been a stupid, immature act.
Tim stared at Abe trying to stuff his legs into a pair of his father's pants. They were too small for the thick thighs and full ass. Abe tossed them away and grabbed his own prison clothes. Tim kept from smiling, but what he saw pleased him, he had the black numbers stenciled to the back of each shirt memorized. They were long numbers but he knew he would not forget them, not for a long time.
Jerry was right; they'd get caught eventually and sent back to the prison. Tim would wait. Tim knew they'd probably have years added to their sentences, whether or not what they had done to him and his family was ever reported. By the time either man was released he would be full grown, a man himself, a man after satisfaction. It would be easy to keep tabs on them by remembering the numbers ... remembering until the day they walked from the prison with their debt to society paid.
That's when they'd pay their debt to his family.
He looked at his mother, then at his sister. They were good, decent women. They had sustained the constant assault with strength, courage, spirit. Tim still felt guilt about not having been around when he was needed, but he also knew he would have years to make that up to Jane and Beth. Years of making sure their every whim and desire was completely fulfilled.
Abe finished tying his shoes and stood up with a grunt. His half-shut eyes glanced at the trio on the bed and he said, "What about them? We just gonna leave them sitting there? What if they go for the police."
"There's no phone," Jerry answered.
"Yeah, but there's that jalopy outside! What if that kid decides to drive to a phone booth?"
Jerry looked at Tim and concluded the young man wouldn't pass up the chance to cause them trouble. He said, "Tim, I want the car keys."
"Great!" Abe bellowed. "We'll drive to the city!"
Tim saw a flicker of regret in Jerry's eyes as Abe made the announcement. "The keys are in my pants hanging on the hook on the closet door."
Beth's head slowly shook. Tim might have proven himself to be a man but when it came to hanging his clothes upright it never failed ... he managed to remind her of the boy. Jerry fumbled in the pants and found the keys, he slipped them into his own pocket and said, "I'll leave the car where it'll be found."
"Horsehit," said Abe. "Then they'll know where we went!"
"Don't worry about it," Jerry sighed.
Abe peered out the window at the hot-rod and asked, "Does the thing run?"
"Yes," replied Tim.
"Looks like a car that'll be easy to spot ... "
He turned to Jerry. "Maybe we should tie them up, or lock them in a closet, we might have trouble getting very far in that heap ... "
"I said don't worry about it!" Jerry snapped. He was at the end of his rope fed up with Abe. Taking the car would mean even more miles of travel together, more hours of the crude stupidity and foolish delays.
Abe was too tired to argue, "Okay, okay but don't say I didn't warn you."
"Come on, let's go," Jerry said.
But Abe was staring at Beth. A warm smile came to his face as he said, "Baby, your little asshole is something I'll never forget."
Beth didn't respond. Jane's head lifted and she frowned at the last insult. But Abe wasn't going to leave her out, he snickered and said to Jane, "Your asshole wasn't bad either, kid. But, I got to admit your mommy's was a gas."
"Abe, let's go!" Jerry said from the door way.
But Abe was busy. He reached down an grabbed Beth's ankle, then he lifted it up until her legs stretched into an open vee. Her pink anus was exposed between the mellow cheeks of her ass. "See? See how tight her asshole is. I pumped a ton of jism inside her ass and none of it's dripped out yet. Now that's tight, she's hiding it in there for later tonight ... "
"You filthy slob...." Jane mumbled.
"Hah! Now before I go I want to see you face down there getting that cream out of her, I want you to eat your mother's asshole clean!"
"Abe! Dammit!" Jerry snapped."
Abe looked up with a venomous stare. "Go out and start the damned car! I know you won't run off and leave me behind with your buddies here! I'll be out real soon."
Jerry cursed and stomped from the room. Abe grinned at Jane and hissed, "Did you hear me? I told you to suck out your mom's asshole!"
A defeated whimper came from Jane as she bent down and felt the smooth texture of her mother's thigh against her cheek. She moved her face into the warmth of the crotch and smelled the ripeness of Beth's semen-dripping organs. The meat of her mother's ass trembled as Jane's wet lips kissed toward the small pink hole.
Beth closed her eyes in humiliation as Jane's hot tongue glided back and forth across her anus to soothe and relax it. Then came the full, mushing pressure and gentle oozing of the limber tongue as it comfortably slid a short way inside. Jane tasted the cream Abe was boasting about, it was warm from the cooking heat of Beth's insides.
A tiny trickle managed to leak free and find its way to Jane's lips. She sucked and tasted the flavor of her mother's delicious asshole. The tongue lurched inward, Beth gasped, it felt so wonderful to have the softness caressing the tender, inflamed tissues. Then Jane's lips pushed into Beth's ass crack until they were against the anus. Beth felt the feverish suction of her daughter's drinking mouth.
Jane drew oozing streams of the jism into her swallowing mouth as Abe worked her legs apart. He pointed at Tim and nodded. "You get your mouth down on her asshole too, boy. I want to see you make her as happy as she's making your mother."
Tim felt his rage build but held it back. Not now, not when they're just about gone, he told himself. His red hair was disheveled and he looked like a mere boy as he leaned into the open stretch of Jane's beautiful legs. But the boyishness stopped there, his tongue licked expertly in a wide sweep across the velvet luxury of her inner thighs, his mouth covered her red-lipped cunt and gave it a deep-driving kiss. Then he wiggled his wet tongue down to her waiting anus and circled the taut muscle.
Abe wasn't pleased by the lack of resistance. The punk went for her like a pro, he didn't protest or say a damned thing. He just drove into her snatch like it belonged to him. As Tim's hot tongue peeled back Jane's tingling anus and eased inside Abe swallowed, he envied the boy, he wished he had the luck to be loved and treasured by two such beautiful women.
Jane's hips hungrily washed to each side as Tim's tongue speared to full depth inside her twitching asshole. She drew hard an the sweet tissue of her mother's ass and found more of the spicy cream.
Beth was taking long, slow breaths of air as she felt her ass being washed so thoroughly. When Abe reached dawn and lifted her chin in his hand she stared at him with bliss-filled eyes. He frowned and shrugged, "I think you three have enjoyed this more than I have," he said.
Beth smiled. It was a smile of ultimate victory. The big brute was right. He was a clod of a man, stupid, disgusting, vile, but in his foolish way he had given her and her children something they could keep for the rest of their lives ... happiness and contentment. And it took an insensitive, crude, animal to make them find it in each other.
She didn't wait far him to tell her. Beth reached out and circled Tim's limber prick with her hand. She stroked at the smooth looseness and watched it draw tight. The tongue was now highly active in her ass, it was flicking everywhere, stabbing excitement and passion into her body.
Abe sadly watched as Beth parted her full, soft mouth and brought it wetly down onto Tim's flared cockhead. The long, limber prick disappeared deep into her clinging lips as she dipped down deep enough to bury her nose in the red pubic hair. Tim's youthful hips lifted up with happiness.
The chain was complete, they were joined. Tim wallowed in the warm moisture of Jane's writhing rump and felt how gentle the round cushions of her backside felt sliding across his cheeks. His tongue moved limberly in and out of her squeezing hole to lick against the mucus-lined walls and trace the tender pinkness of the twitching ring.
Jane's mouth moved from Beth's contracting anus to the tasty slickness of her ripe snatch. Her mouth collapsed around the red lips and into the brown hair to engulf the heaving gash with the salivating strokes of her twisting tongue. Jane used her fingers to part her mother's cunt lips before pressing against the inflamed clitoris with her whipping tongue.
Beth's grasping mouth pulled up with powerful friction, drawing at Tim's shivering spike until the spongy head plopped free. Then her tongue led the twisting way down the rock-hard column until digging with loving caresses into the looseness of the red-haired scrotum. Her lips kissed the lumpy sac before sucking the fleshiness inside. His sac grew tight, one oval slid like a piece of candy into the gentle suction of her working mouth.
Tim opened his legs wide when he felt his mother's hands on his haughty rump. She soothed the round buns, then pushed them wide apart, his asshole was laid open to her curious gaze and velvet lips. Beth kissed the anxious hole then tickled across it with the tip of tongue. Tim's muscular rump tightened slightly, then she felt him relax. She jammed her tongue against the wadded anus until it suddenly seemed to reach out and pull her inside. His colon made a constricting ring of friction against the slow slide and pull of her thrilled tongue.
Beth started to heave spasmodically under Tim's face and her rump made small circles at his mouth. Tim starting using his tongue like a rasping file inside her ass until the undulations were a constant series of unfaltering movements. Her cunt was tightly squashed against his nose, sloshing, drooling, creaming hot milk onto his eating face.
"Mmmmmmm," Jane moaned inside her mother's trembling anus. She reached out blindly until her hand found one of Beth's pointing tits, it squeezed tight and felt the rigid nipple bubble with furious excitement and pressure.
Beth pulled away from the dripping backside of Tim long enough to gasp for fresh air before expressing her joy by pummeling down on his bright red prick. It smashed beautiful fullness into her gurgling throat and she twisted her head to grind on it with the friction of her neck.
Jane's twat flooded Tim's face until her passionate liquids coated his cheeks, mouth and chin. She shuddered with happy satisfaction as she felt the climax cleansing through her torso, as her nipples screamed for joy atop her rollicking, pitching breasts, as her long, limber legs lifted up to come down around the delightful head to hug it into her crotch.
Beth's head was like a bouncing ball atop Tim's thrilled dick. Her spewing box rippled from end to end as the bliss of the climax caused her asshole to chop at the fucking of Jane's blurring tongue. Jane lapped from asshole to clitoris to drink away the slick drips of happy juice. With little kisses she removed the glistening beads of the spraying mucus.
Both women heaved with the enjoyment of orgasms as the chain finally broke apart. Tim's long shaft was left untended as they wrapped their arms about each other and hugged tight, breasts mushing against breasts, hips writhing against hips, mouths kissing at each other with the fierceness of starvation.
Then they crawled to Tim and he had two sets of wet lips sliding against his meat, double tongues writhing like drunken snakes up and down. He drew a deep breath, his cock was overcome with the hot swipes and nipping lips, then the suction, a mouth on each side of his glans, each sucking in a different direction ... drawing his flared head into an even wider stance ...
"Ohhhhh," Tim sighed as he felt the coming pressure deep in his guts.
The women took their cue, Beth licked at his testicles until they were rolling furiously in their sac, Jane worked her mouth to wring the head of the prick as though it was a washrag.
"God, yessss ..." Tim groaned. "I'm going to do it again."
They shared his prick-head with their lips until the white eruption graced their mouths. Tongues reached down to scoop neatly at the spraying mushroom-head, to draw the valuable silver liquid away and inside their drinking throats. Tim's heart pounded and his face broke into a wide, happy grin.
Beth and Jane heard the laughing but didn't look up until they finished licking his crotch totally clean. Then with wondering eyes their heads lifted.
"He's gone," Tim announced. "He left without saying a word, probably halfway to the city by now."
"Thank God," Beth sobbed. "Oh, thank God."
Jane's eyes blinked as she faced the fact that she would never see Jerry again. She looked at Tim's receding cock and decided the departure of Geraldo was not going to be hard to take.
Tim got up and went to the window. "Hey! My car's still there! Maybe they didn't leave."
"What?" Beth fearfully asked.
Tim trotted into the front room and finally completely outside. Beth and Jane watched his nude body as he stared at the hood of the car and laughed hilariously. When he came back inside they both asked, "What is it? What's so funny?"
"They had trouble even before they got ten feet. They wrote in the dust on the hood 'Won't start! Key in lake.' "
"They must have walked!" Jane cried.
Tim nodded. "I have another set of keys in the car. Do you think I should go for the police!"
Beth's face was serious for a moment of thought. Then she gave each child a long look. "Are any of us hurt?" she asked.
"No, not me," Jane answered.
"Me either," said Tim.
"Do either of you want to report them?"
"No," said Beth. "I'm just glad they're gone and we're safe."
"I don't care either," said Tim. He had his own plans, plans which would bear fruit with patience. "What about you, mom!"
"I'm just glad we're together, that's all."
Then she added, "'very together."
"But what about dad?" Jane asked, "He'll insist we call the police."
Beth laid back down on the bed and reached for her loving children to join her. "Yes, he will ... if we tell him."
"You mean not tell him?" Jane asked with surprise as she snuggled into Beth's arm, "It would only upset him."
"He'd never understand, would he?" Tim asked, "I mean about us in bed like this ... doing the things we do ..."
"No, he wouldn't," Beth said. For the first time in quite a while her thoughts turned to Martin. Martin, her husband, back home with his giant-titted little slut. Probably in bed with her right now ... if he only knew who she had been in bed with during his important business trip.
Tim squeezed himself between Beth and Jane, the soft tightness of their fresh skin rubbed against his, their arms circled his neck lovingly. "Then it's settled. We tell no one, not even dad when he gets back."
That afternoon Beth and her children were very busy cleaning the cabin, repairing the drapes, making sure all traces of Jerry and Abe were gone. Tim even washed the dust off his car to remove the desperate message.
As Martin Hale drove along the highway and watched for the turn toward the lake he passed a large man, walking slowly, his head drooped down. He kept going even though the character threw out his thumb to ask for a ride; Martin never picked up hitchhikers, He took little note of the fact that the highway patrol car following him pulled over to check the man out. His mind was on something else.
When Sherry got drunk she didn't miss a trick. That's why Martin had gotten her good and loaded the night before, she was like putty, anything he wanted he got. Only one drawback, when she's drunk she never shuts up. Martin figured it would be worth it. Then she started the 'marriage' talk, the little hints about him divorcing Beth and making their relationship one blessed by the church and sanctioned by the state.
Bullshit to that, was Martin's reaction. He may not have been totally thrilled with his marriage but he knew a good thing when he had it. No way ... he made the mistake of saying, "No, I can't bear to tell my wife."
"Oh, Beth?" Sherry giddily replied. "She knows."
"What?"
She burped and rolled seductively over on the bed. "She knows about us ... she's known for quite a while now."
"What the hell do you mean? How do you know that?" Martin stammered.
"I know because I told her," Sherry giggled.
"You what?"
Her fingers came to her lips as she sputtered "I phoned her up and told her. I was tired of deceiving her."
"You? You were tired? I'm the one deceiving her! Who the hell told you to call her?"
She sat up, the beige nipples and pure white breasts bouncing like fluffed pillows. "No one told me! I decided all on my own! After all I have my rights too!"
Martin found the turn and swerved onto the dirt road. He had almost given Sherry a right, a right in the chops. He remembered screaming and throwing her out like a crazy man ... hell, he was crazy, crazy to trust the dumb bitch. The car bumped along the road and he hoped something would come to him, some way to explain it all to Beth and let her know it would never happen again. That he was a changed man, that he begged her forgiveness.
Beth stood by the window watching Jane float on the lake atop the yellow air mattress. Only one thing was different, Jane wore a blue bikini and not a red one. The red one was beyond repair, but luckily Martin had no idea the blue one existed; if he noticed the change, Jane was going to say she had bought two.
Tim was nowhere to be seen, probably off fishing. With a warm smile on her face Beth wondered what to do about Martin and his big-titted girlfriend. It no longer mattered, Beth felt no jealousy or anger anymore. She had her own compensation for Martin's unfaithfulness, and he was free to do what he liked. She only hoped he wouldn't bring it up; Beth wished to avoid a scene.
Martin made the last turn on the road and saw the green grass meadow off to the right, then the cottage was straight ahead, Tim's car parked alongside. He pulled up and saw Jane out on the lake, still in that skimpy blue bikini, getting darker every day. As he turned off the ignition he paused, the explanation he hoped would come to him during the drive hadn't materialized. He only had one idea and it wasn't much.
"Hello, honey," he said to Beth as she greeted him at the front door.
Their mouths met and they hugged briefly. Beth pulled away and asked? "How was your trip?"
He grimaced. "Oh? it was all right. Dull. I couldn't wait to get back."
She shrugged.. "That's too bad. But you're back now and can enjoy yourself."
"Yeah," he said. Then he added very casually, "You know, I decided something."
"What?"
"I'm never going to let business interfere again. I mean with things like our vacations and our time off together. My family is too important to me to take it lightly, I should spend more time with my wife and kids."
"Oh? Was the trip that disappointing?"
He watched her face for any sign that she understood what he really meant. Her soft brown eyes told him nothing.
"The trip was a waste of time. Time I should have given to you and Beth and Tim. I'm sorry I left."
"Me too," Beth said. She hoped her eyes wouldn't give away the fact that she wasn't sorry at all, and she added, "But you're home now and everything is back to normal."
"Good."
Beth watched her husband as he went into the bedroom to change and a whimsical smile came over her face. She knew what he was up to-he had finally found out she knew about Sherry and was scared to death. Well, she'd never say a thing, never ... just let him stew. And if he proved true to his newly expressed intentions she might even reward him with something he'd have trouble finding very easily among the girls at the office ... something not every woman will do. And be able to do it an anus rated quite highly by a man who was familiar with such things.
