Cathy was no stranger to that delightful form of pleasure, to be sure, but she had never before seen a woman having her pussy eaten. The sight was enough to turn her own youthful slit into a mass of hot, quivering, jellied flesh and she could not force herself to look away from the fascinating sight. Birgitta had one of those full-lipped pussies, the kind that looks like an overripe plum split in two. The lips were dark with lusty fever and moist, from Ken's active mouth and from her cunt's overflowing oils. As Cathy watched, open mouthed and wide-eyed, he sucked up the lips into his mouth and pulled at them, bringing a low, throaty groan of approval from the woman's throat. He tugged at the lips for a moment-and Cathy could well imagine what fierce, penetrating delights he was giving her-and then snaked out his tongue. He scraped his tongue from her asshole all the way up the livid slit, gouging deep at the cunt's mouth, and ended by licking her clitoris with a slow, sensual swipe of his tongue.
CHAPTER 1
Cathy Hood could feel herself swimming upward from the greatest depth she had ever attained in her five years of scuba diving. The water was exceptionally warm, even at the great depth from which she had started, and enveloped her in a luxurious coat of comfort. Suddenly she became aware of her breathing; she found that she was inhaling and exhaling without the mechanical rasp of the mask feeding air from her tank. This contradiction in terms vaguely bothered her but the feeling of massive, almost sensual comfort was far too strong for her to be bothered by such inconsistencies.
Her feeling of swimming upward through a sea of incredibly warm water, breathing all the while, continued for several minutes. Gradually she realized that she was not swimming at all; she was only waking up. Nor was she in the sea; she was in a big bed, lying flat on her back. As she awakened, she also realized that she was totally naked. A slight, almost involuntary tightening of her thigh muscles brought a frown to her forehead, though she continued to lie with her eyes closed.
The contraction of her muscles reminded her all too vividly of a fantastic dream she had had during the night. Vague, hazy images flashed back into her mind. She remembered dreaming that she was doing terrible things with a number of people. The deeds were frighteningly real as she remembered them and were of a nature to bring a distinct flush to her cheeks. Cathy Hood was no virgin; in the past three years, while following her father about from one oil well to another, she had met several interesting young men and had allowed them to broaden her education in ways that, she hoped, her father never suspected. Their range of knowledge had been considerable, she had thought, but nothing they had done or suggested had in any way prepared her for the images that now began flocking into her mind with shocking clarity. Not only were the deeds of a truly scandalous nature; the people with whom she saw herself doing them were of a sort that made her want to cover her face with shame and misery.
As the girl lay there, moving not a muscle, she distinctly saw herself rolling about on a big bed with her uncle Kevin, Dad's brother. The image brought with it an incredible sensation of fullness which surpassed anything she had ever known; the sensation was due to the presence of Kevin's massive prick in her cunt. She could feel the big, brawny pole spearing deep and setting off violent explosions of sensual joy as it spat out an endless stream of scalding hot sperm. Cathy also saw herself kneeling astride a man's face: it was Ken, the brother of her stepmother. As she worked her swollen pussy against his lips, she opened her mouth wide to accept Uncle Kevin's big cock, now wet with his come and hers too. She could see Elaine, her stepmother; the lusciously curved little blonde was lying beside them and was urging them on to greater pleasure as she worked a huge, obscenely fashioned dildo in and out of her own cunt.
Suddenly Cathy realized the truth; she was not remembering flashes of a dream. Rather, she was remembering something which had actually happened the night before! She was now fully aware of her pussy; it had a chafed, raw feeling that reminded her very much of the way she had felt the morning after she had spent two hours in bed with Phil Rogeret at a house party they had both attended. The tender, sensitive slit also appeared to be coated with a kind of dried glue, something that had welded her flesh together in a way to constrict her free movement.
Once she could see that this was no dream, she opened her eyes and tried to sit up in bed. At once she gave a low groan and gently lowered her head back to the pillow; the sudden movement had set off a chorus of blacksmiths pounding away just behind her eyes. She found that her mouth was puffy and dry, as though it were coated with cotton. The sudden effort had brought one definite fact home to her, however: she was not alone in the bed! In the brief moment that she had had her eyes open, she had distinctly seen a naked form lying to her left. The form had been masculine because she had noticed the big, massive hulk of limp prick draped across the man's body.
Cathy sucked in a deep breath and cautiously extended her hand to the left. She had to move it only a couple of inches to feel the warm, living flesh next to her. Her hand quickly retreated back to her sight. Her right hand now moved outward, searching to the other side; she gave an inward sigh of relief when she found nothing there. The girl lay very quietly for a few moments and tried to think back to the previous evening, hoping to find a clear and coherent explanation for the distressing situation in which she now found herself.
It had all begun at the dinner party, originally scheduled to be a celebration of her sixteenth birthday. Dad and Elaine, her stepmother, had planned the dinner as a sort of consolation prize, a reward to her for having to stay in Red Bluff while they waited to see what was going to happen to Red Top No. 1, the brand new wildcat oil well her father was drilling. Red Bluff, a tiny gathering of people and stores, both nearly worn out and much the worse for wear, was the closest town to the well, though at that it was forty miles away. They had rented a couple of houses in the town to serve as a base of operations and Elaine had done wonders to make the dreary, dusty rooms habitable.
Cathy had already been promised a month in Jamaica for her real birthday present but so far the operations at the well had been far too frantic to permit her to leave. She had willingly stayed, since she was cheering for her Dad as strenuously as anyone, but even she had to admit that life in Red Bluff was at best a bleak proposition.
Dan Hood had radioed in at mid-afternoon, reporting that a part of the drilling equipment had broken down and that he was going to have to skip the dinner in order to repair it as soon as possible. Cathy knew very well that he had not planned the breakdown but nevertheless she felt very bad about his not being there to lend his special brand of humor and good sense to the party. Sullenly defiant at being thus disappointed, she had helped herself to the cocktail shaker for two refills. The liquor did nothing at all to dispel her foul mood. In part she resented having to spend her birthday dinner part with a group of people whom she did not particularly like, with one outstanding exception, and all of whom were at least four years older than she.
The exception was Kevin Hood, Dad's younger brother. Cathy saw in him almost exactly the same gentle, wise qualities which she saw in her father, except that Kevin was ten years younger-thirty-four, to be precise-and even better looking, if possible. He had a way of teasing her gently without annoying her, of accepting her as a very nearly grown up woman.
Of the other people at the party, Cathy came closest to liking Ken Laine, Elaine's brother. An accountant and a very good one, he kept track of her father's finances and played a very critical role in the operations of Hood Oil Enterprises. He had a sly, overly-cynical way of looking at people which turned the young girl off but otherwise she generally found him reasonable and easy to get along with. Elaine, her stepmother, had married her father only fourteen months ago-Cathy's real mother had died when she was eight-and the girl still did not know exactly how to treat this blonde, elf-like creature who could display so many contrasting facets of her personality in such short order. For the most part she and Elaine kept each other at arm's length and made little or no attempt to get closer to each other.
Then there was Birgitta, Ken's wife. A tall, buxom Swedish beauty, she said little on most occasions, preferring long silences and often breaking her silence to say something in Swedish, a language which Ken had learned while working for a firm in Stockholm. She seemed scarcely to know that Cathy was around and the girl reciprocated the treatment. Finally there was Sven, Birgitta's kid brother. A tall, thick-shouldered youth of twenty, he had come to America six months before upon being promised a job with Hood Oil. He drove trucks, worked on the drilling rig and did whatever else needed to be done, all with an eye to gaining a ground floor understanding of the finding of oil.
The six of them had emptied the cocktail shaker before dinner, which Elaine had simmering in the kitchen of the small house she and Dan used. Cathy had wobbled slightly as she had gone to the dinner table but, ignoring the warning signals, she drank voraciously of the rich red wine accompanying the roast beef. Elaine could cook with magnificent skill when she put her mind to it and on this occasion she had outdone herself. Cathy felt a warm glow for the woman as she cleaned her plate; she realized that her stepmother had gone to a great deal of trouble to make the dinner party a success and, feeling a twinge of alcohol-induced remorse, resolved to make up for her lapse of manners.
"I've been such a little bitch tonight," she said, placing her hand on her stepmother's arm, "but it was only because I was disappointed about Dad not being here. Gee, I'm really sorry, really sorry, really I am."
"I understand," Elaine told her. "Think nothing of it, my dear. Here, have yourself another glass of wine and let us hear no more about such things."
Cathy had been dimly aware of her uncle Kevin's occasional frowns. She knew that he was trying to tell her, through subtle glances, that she was overdoing herself with the wine and cocktails, but she resolved to throw all caution aside. By the time they rose from the table she felt very warm and relaxed, though she would have indignantly rejected the suggestion that she was drunk. They had adjourned to the living room where Cathy soon found that Birgitta and Ken were wasting no time in forwarding their own celebration. By the time the girl had arrived in the living room they were already locked in a tight embrace, their mouths welded together and their hips grinding against each other.
Cathy's body had immediately responded to that suggestive scene. She had played exactly that part too many times not to be exquisitely aware of the pleasure to be had in pressing one's pussy up against a man's body, especially when his cock had grown rigid with hot, lusty excitement, and she could easily see that both Ken and Birgitta were strongly aroused already. She had never before seen them so open about their desire for each other but she reflected that she had seldom seen them without her father also being present. Perhaps they felt a sense of restraint in his presence, she reflected, or perhaps it was just that Bir gitta's hot Swedish blood was more excited than usual this evening.
"Vee go get stereo, huh?" he asked, looking over at Cathy. "Get goot moozeek, dance, haff more party, eh?"
She nodded and they left. They drove the pickup over to the small frame house where Ken, Birgitta, Sven and Kevin slept. As she had expected, Sven took advantage of having her alone in the house and wrapped his arms around her. She felt reckless enough to return his kiss but she firmly pushed his groping hand away from her breast when he tried to caress that small but perfectly shaped globe. Cathy had dated the young Swede four or five times since she had arrived in Red Bluff at the end of the school term but had not allowed him more than a cursory feel of her breasts. She had difficulty in accounting for her lack of interest in the young man. Certainly he was a very picture of Swedish manhood; he had long, blonde hair and eyes of a pale but piercing blueness; his features were strong and regular; he had difficulties with English-especially since a portion of his vocabulary had been picked up from the workmen on the drilling rig, and they pulled no strings in expressing themselves-but he was improving in that respect. Cathy liked him but had never felt any strong passion for him.
"No, not that," she told him, keeping his hand down around her waist. "I don't feel like that tonight."
He had accepted her denial, as he had done on the previous occasions, and gathered up the portable stereo after unplugging it from the wall. Cathy grabbed an armful of records and they went back to the pickup. Sven placed the stereo in the back and then stood behind her as he opened the door for her. She placed the records on the seat and he grabbed her again. His lips began nuzzling under her right ear, always one of the more sensitive spots on her tall, slender body, and his hands went around her waist. Cathy found herself leaning against him and, after a moment, she became conscious of his cock pressing against the cheeks of her ass. His lips played havoc with her senses and his tongue caressed the tender skin of her throat, setting off vague but familiar urges in her body.
The girl realized with a start that it had been over a month since she had baen in a really good petting session with a boy, even longer since she had felt a hard cock spearing into the lips of her pussy. Her resolution wavered for a moment and she had to fight hard to keep from pressing one of Sven's hands down the front of her skirt and rubbing it over her love mound. Doing that, however, would be an open invitation for him to proceed and she still did not want him to spread her thighs apart and shove his prick up her hole.
"God, it's nice but I can't!" she murmured regretfully, pulling away from him and turning. "It just wouldn't work, Sven, it really wouldn't."
"Okay, iss goot," he cheerfully agreed. "But I like too, you know?"
"Yes, I know," she said. "Maybe we'd better get back to the party, huh? They might be needing some music. Heavens, if we don't get there soon with some nice sounds, there's no telling what Uncle Ken and Birgitta might do!"
"Yeah, dey turned on," Sven said with a chuckle. "She hot for him, you bet!"
Cathy personally had a great deal of difficulty in imagining Ken in bed with Birgitta. While he was a nice enough person, he was also thin and wiry, spreading his hundred and seventy pounds over a six foot frame. Cathy imagined that the big, rawboned Swedish beauty would have been more attracted to brawny linebackers and men of a similar build, yet she had always given every indication of being very much in love with Ken and happy with him as her husband.
When they returned to the house Cathy shared with her father and stepmother, they quickly found that Ken and Birgitta had despaired of getting music to go with their embrace and had gone on to other pursuits. At first Cathy thought the living room was empty when they walked in but a groan from the far corner, where the small couch sat, dispelled that notion. Looking over, she saw that Birgitta was flat on her back on the couch. One long, thick-thighed leg was propped on the top of the couch's back and extended along it; the other trailed down on the floor. Ken was crouched between her legs and had his face buried in the valley between her thighs! Birgitta had flipped up the bottom of her dress-she wore the shortest, most revealing dresses she could find-and was pressing her naked pussy into the man's mouth with slow, sensual hip movements.
Cathy stood paralyzed with shock for a moment. Her position gave her a bird's-eye view of their embrace and she could see Ken's tongue playing over the livid, swollen lips of the woman's pussy. She knew that Birgitta never wore a bra one look at the front of her dress as she walked would tell even a blind man that!-but now it appeared that she also dispensed with panties, since there was no sign of such a garment anywhere. Her dress was rumpled around her waist and her eyes were closed. A look of utter sensual bliss made her broad, high-cheekboned face even more beautiful than usual and she muttered soft, endearing Swedish phrases as her husband licked her pussy.
"Ahh, he eat her goot!" Sven whispered in Cathy's ear. "She dig that, she like a muff diver!"
Cathy was no stranger to that delightful form of pleasure, to be sure, but she had never before seen a woman having her pussy eaten. The sight was enough to turn her own youthful slit into a mass of hot, quivering, jellied flesh and she could not force herself to look away from the fascinating sight. Birgitta had one of those full-lipped pussies, the kind that looks like an overripe plum split in two. The lips were dark with lusty fervor and moist, both from Ken's active mouth and from her cunt's overflowing oils. As Cathy watched, open-mouthed and wide-eyed, he sucked up the lips into his mouth and pulled at them, bringing a low, throaty groan of approval from the woman's throat. He tugged at the lips for a moment-and Cathy could well imagine what fierce, penetrating delights that was giving her and then snaked out his tongue. He scraped his tongue from her asshole all the way up the livid slit, gouging deep at the cunt's mouth, and ended by licking her clitoris with a slow, sensual swipe of his tongue.
"Agghh! Oooohh!" Birgitta moaned, pressing his face closer to her body with both hands. "Unngghh!"
The room was perfectly quiet except for her groans and the occasional squeak of the cheap couch as she shifted her position. Cathy's ears even caught the squishy, liquid sounds of Ken's tongue sliding in and out of her cunt. Suddenly the girl became supremely aware of her own body. Her pussy was throbbing frantically, to be sure, and had already inundated the crotch of her panties with the warm, slippery, honied dew which her cunt produced with distressing fullness whenever she became the least bit excited. Her breasts ached too; the nipples seemed to have grown to at least twice the size they had ever been before, even those times when a favored boyfriend had sucked them up into iron-hard cones of tingling sensitivity. Her breasts pushed against the confining bra in a way that gnawed at her vitals and made her extremely nervous and edgy.
Suddenly Ken shifted his position. He pulled away from Birgitta for a moment and began tearing at his clothing. Cathy then saw that he had already unbuttoned his shirt and opened his trousers while he had been sucking his wife's cunt. He stripped down to the bare skin in a flash and fell back onto the couch. Birgitta swung up into an upright position and leaned over him, bringing her mouth down over his swollen cock. Cathy's pussy throbbed even more furiously when she saw just how large the tool was-it would have made two of any she had ever seen and could easily have been eight or nine inches in length. It looked as big around as a pop bottle and she choked back a cry of awed surprise.
Birgitta stripped the skin back off the head of the tool with a quick, skillful movement of her fingers. The head proved to be amazingly like an eggplant, both in size and shape, and she popped her wide-lipped mouth over it without a moment's hesitation. As she began going down on him, she reached back to unzip her dress and she pulled it down over her hips, never losing her grip upon her husband's immense cock. Once the dress had been cast aside she devoted one hand to jacking him off as she sucked and shoved the other between her thighs so she could fondle the lips of her pussy as she serviced her husband.
"My God, they're doing it!" Cathy gasped, weakly leaning against Sven, who watched with frank interest. "Oooohh, I can't watch any more!"
"Sure, you watch, it goot!" he murmured into her ear. "Dey make it goot, you see. 'N den we get hot too and screw like crazy!"
"No, it's awful to peep like this!" the girl whispered, turning her face away. "I can't do it, Sven, I really can't. Let's go out and leave them alone!"
Sven obediently followed her from the room, though he turned at the doorway to give one last look back. Cathy could not resist peeking too and she saw that Birgitta had taken almost all Ken's huge prick into her mouth. She shuddered at the thought of having so much cock in her mouth at one time and turned away. She stumbled into the dining room, closely followed by Sven, and walked across the room to the kitchen. Upon reaching the doorway to the kitchen, she again came up short and uttered a short gasp of shocked surprise.
Her uncle lay on the kitchen table, flat on his back. His trousers and underwear were pulled down around his ankles. Elaine, totally nude, crouched above him; she was kneeling over his face and was busily devouring his cock! Cathy realized with a dumb shock that her uncle was hung even better than Ken; the prong more nearly resembled a club than any kind of sexual organ to be found on a man. A pair of massive balls dangled below the root of the thick shaft. He was wriggling and squirming, forcing his prick in and out of her mouth, and she was jacking him off with both hands. Even though she was gripping his cock like a baseball bat, there was plenty of meat visible on either side of her hands.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, looking up with surprise at their entrance. "We, er, we thought you'd gone off with Sven!"
"My God! Uncle Kevin, what are you doing?" Cathy gasped.
"He's eating my pussy!" Elaine said with a short laugh. "And doing it wonderfully well too!"
She crawled off him, however, and Kevin sat up with a shamefaced look. Cathy could hardly believe her eyes-her own uncle, cuckolding his brother in his own house! She gasped for words but could find none adequate to the occasion.
"But now that you're here, why don't you and Sven try it on for size?" Elaine went on to suggest. "He's a lusty young thing, my dear, and I'd bet almost anything that he could drive enough meat up your cunt to make you smile for days! Come on, let's all go into the bedroom, shall we? That's really the place where things like this should take place, I've always said."
CHAPTER 2
That had set the tone for the remainder of the evening. As she lay on the big bed beside her uncle that morning, Cathy began remembering the entire debauched, shameless episode more clearly. She remembered how she had been conscious only of the raging, flaming hunger burning deep in her womb, how she had allowed Sven to guide her from the kitchen into the bedroom, where she now lay. Although her conscience had shrieked out warnings and imprecations, she had found it impossible to obey. The excessive quota of alcohol for the evening, together with the exciting scenes she had already witnessed and her own passionate, impetuous nature, had been enough to melt down her restraint and leave her utterly defenseless. She had paid no mind to anything but her own needs after that, barely moving as Sven quickly and efficiently stripped off her clothing.
Kevin might have saved her, except that he was far too excited by Elaine's abandoned mouth and the intoxicating taste of her pussy; he meekly stood by and watched as Sven laid his niece upon the bed and got over her. The Swedish youth proved to be as well developed in his own way as his sister; he uncovered a huge cock and wasted no time in touching it to the lips of Cathy's pussy. She even helped him, she was so eager to find relief for the terrible aching sensation gnawing at her slit.
The girl now winced, remembering the depraved way she had grabbed at his cock when he had knelt between her widespread thighs. The tool's animal heat had spread from her hands throughout her body, infecting her with lascivious desires of a strength she would not have believed possible had she not been experiencing them herself. She remembered with mounting shame the way she had guided the broad, flaring head of his prick between the lips of her pussy, fitting it into the moist, slippery socket of her cunt and then urging him to drive it home with a quick thrust. She especially remembered the thrill of savage joy, the sense of completion and fullness, which had spread outward from her cunt as the broad-beamed lance had slid into place.
After that the girl had cast aside every semblance of decency. She could remember doing the things she had always wondered about, the things she had never dared mention to anybody; she remembered sucking Sven after he had flooded her cunt with his steaming hot sperm. She remembered taking her uncle Kevin between her thighs, his prick still dripping with Elaine's passionate cunt oils; she had even welcomed the arrival of Ken and had sucked his prick even though it reeked of his come and Birgitta's too. Cathy's head whirled and she wanted to crawl into some dark hole, never to face a human being again, as she remembered all the things she had done that night, once her restraint and modesty had been worn away.
"Ahhh, we're awake already!"
She stiffened abruptly and sat up on one elbow at the sound, coming from the doorway. Her hangover headache was forgotten about now, burned away by the sense of shame at the things she remembered doing. She saw her stepmother standing in the doorway, a mocking smile on her thin but exceptionally well-shaped lips. Elaine was still stark naked but she managed to wear her nudity with pride, almost as though it were a garment fashioned by one of the nation's top designers. Her breasts, amazingly large for one otherwise so petite, jutted out sharply. She made no attempt to cover them, nor did she try to hide the dark brown Vee of soft, curling fur growing at the base of her belly.
"And how do you feel this morning?" she asked, seeing that the girl could not speak. "A trifle queasy, perhaps? A little sore?"
"Wh-what happened?" Cathy managed to gasp. "It all ... seems like a dream!"
"We had ourselves a party," Elaine replied. "And a party of a sort that not very many sixteen-year-old girls have ever attended, I venture to say! You were superb, my dear, really you were. I had no idea that you had such fierce hungers and desires inside you!"
"I behaved so bad!" Cathy whimpered, falling back on the bed and covering her eyes with her hands. "Ooohh, how can I ever look at myself again!"
"Nonsense!" the woman sharply replied. "You were merely enjoying yourself, my dear; there was nothing bad about it. And if I do say so, you showed a lot of maturity and poise for one so young. Why, I know of women ten years older than you who wouldn't have had the nerve to try some of the things you tried last night! But that's all by the way, now. Why don't you come into the kitchen? I'm fixing some breakfast; I'm sure that a good meal will make you feel a lot better. Then we can take stock of where we are."
Elaine left with that. Cathy felt the bed move and looked up. Her uncle Kevin had sat up; he looked haggard and totally bushed. Streaks of red out-lined his eyes and a whiskery stubble, together with the tousled condition of his hair, gave him a raffish look. He avoided her glance for a moment; when his eyes finally met hers, he looked down in shame.
"What happened to me?" the girl whispered. "Uncle Kevin, I can't believe the things I'm remembering! It all seems so much like a bad dream! And you, I'd never have imagined that ... you and Elaine, I mean...."
"Honey, nobody could feel worse about that than I do," he muttered. "I know, Dan's the greatest guy in the world and there've been times I could almost have killed myself for what I was doing to him!"
"How long has this been going on?" she asked.
"Ever since about a month after they were married," he admitted after a pained silence. "She's a devil, Cathy, a real devil in the flesh! I never knew anybody like her before, I swear it. And I never planned anything of the sort. It's just that ... well, one afternoon I found that I was in bed with her when Dan was out at a well we were working on. That was the Indian Chief No. 17, up in Colorado, remember that one? Well, once I'd had her, there wasn't any turning back after that. She had her hooks in me but good. Ever since, all she's had to do is snap her fingers and ... well, there I am. It's like she put some kind of spell on me!"
"But what kind of people are these?" the girl persisted. "I mean, I recall doing .., just awful things with, with Ken, and then Sven, and then both of them at once, and ... ugghh! I can't even talk about some of the things I remember!"
"No, I don't blame you," he agreed with a mournful look. "They're totally depraved all of them. Elaine, Ken, Birgitta, even Sven, he's as bad as any of the rest of them."
"B-b-but I remember doing things with Elaine and Birgitta too!" the girl hissed. "I mean, perverted things, sick things!"
"They're the sort who go for that too," Kevin agreed. "Psychologists call them bisexuals, honey; that means that they ... well, they like girls as much as they like men, I guess that's what it, boils down to. But you weren't doing anything to them; they were doing things to you. And there's a big difference, it seems to me, a mighty big difference."
"That's a cop-out," Cathy said with a tone of bitter finality. "If I remember right, I was digging it, those things they were doing to me!"
"Sure, but that doesn't prove anything," he told her. "I mean ... look, honey, I've got to talk to you just as though you weren't my niece at all. I mean, as though you were ... an ordinary woman, okay?"
"Sure, go ahead. I don't care."
"All right, to put it into plain, everyday English, those sluts were eating your pussy out," he said, flushing as he used the words which best expressed what had happened. "Sure, you were tipsy and so turned on by everything that had already happened that you didn't know up from down. And I admit it, I helped get you that way; I'm a bigger shit than any of them. But that doesn't alter the main point, which is this: your pussy didn't know whether it was a man's tongue or a woman's tongue that was licking it. It just knew that it really loved that feeling, that's all. It doesn't mean that you're queer, or sick, or perverted, or anything of the sort, understand?"
"I understand," she agreed. "Well, I mean I heard what you said and I understood all the words, but I'm still not sure whether I'd buy it or not."
"It's the truth," he insisted. "They've proved it to me before-when you get beyond a certain point, you can't tell anything about who you're doing things with. You just respond to sexual stimulation and it doesn't matter who's supplying it."
Elaine had a gargantuan breakfast in the making and gave her a cheery greeting. It was almost as though nothing at all had happened the night before, Cathy thought; had it not been for her stepmother's nakedness and her own vivid memories, as well as the deplorable condition of her pussy, she could easily have been imagining the whole chain of shameful events. She poured herself a glass of juice from the pitcher on the table, drank it and said that Kevin would be along in a few moments.
"Ken and Birgitta ought to be here soon," Elaine added. "I went to wake them and Sven after I dropped in to see you; they already had a small affair going. That Birgitta, she simply never gets enough of a man. Or of men, for that matter!
"And you, you're probably having a bad case of the guilties this morning," Elaine added. "Yes, my dear, even though you were certainly no virgin I can well imagine that last night opened some new doors for you. I was surprised at your proficiency, I must say; I really wouldn't have thought that your, er, education was quite so far advanced!"
"I feel wretched!" Cathy announced. "I'd never have believed I could do such awful things!"
"Awful? Don't talk nonsense," Elaine retorted. 'You didn't think they were awful when you were doing them, I can assure you of that! And no sensible person would think that either! No, my dear, you were simply allowing your naturally sensual nature to express itself more fully than you had ever done before, that's all. Many women would not be so fortunate as you. They would be too inhibited to allow themselves to enjoy their bodies so fully, poor things!"
Ken, Birgitta and Sven came into the kitchen just as she was cleaning the last piece of egg from her plate. They had a happy, contented glow about them which spoke all too eloquently of how they had been spending the preceding moments. Birgitta's big frame-they were all naked, of course
-positively radiated sensual grandeur. Cathy's eyes strayed over her body furtively; she noticed a telltale wetness along the insides of her thighs and her heart pounded wildly when she realized that she was looking at the residue of a resounding fuck. In spite of her shame and confusion, she wondered whose sperm it was which was draining from her cunt; she distinctly remembered Birgitta squatting above her own brother, bouncing up and down upon his gigantic love pole and panting out throaty phrases of joy in Swedish. Both men's cock had a wet, bedraggled look, as if they had just been subjected to fierce loving.
"Now, down to business," Elaine announced when they were all finished. "Our little girl here is feeling somewhat guilty about her pleasure of last night. I think we owe it to her to bring her around to a clearer understanding of us and of herself too. You'll all agree that she performed magnificently and that she ought not to get down on herself just because of some silly, antiquated ideas."
That proposal elicited a chorus of agreement from the others. Cathy felt like creeping away but, with Birgitta on one side of her and Ken on the other, so close that their hips were almost touching hers, she could not get away from the table. She looked over at her uncle, hoping that he would come to her rescue, but he ducked his head and refused to look at her. Seeing that she was going to be alone, she tightened her resolve and decided to speak out.
"It's beginning to sound as though you're trying to convert me," she said. "I mean, maybe you're thinking that I'm going to accept ... all that stuff we did last night, or come around to thinking it's all right. But I've got news for you: I'll never agree to that, no matter what you do, and that's that!"
"I wouldn't be too sure of that," Elaine murmured, giving her a soft, almost tender look. "And anyway, what could you do to prevent it? Are you thinking, perhaps, of going to your father and telling him about the evening?"
Cathy blushed violently at that. She had not thought of her father's reaction before but now the mere thought of telling him all that she had done struck terror into her young soul. How, for example, do you tell your own father that his young wife has driven her tongue deep into your own cunt? And the difficulty of doing so, she saw at once, was increased infinitely by the fact that she had quivered all over with delicious joy upon feeling Elaine's tongue playing over her pussy, licking out the thick, salty sperm which Kevinher own father's brother-had shot there with such violence!
"No, you couldn't let him know about the things you've done," Elaine said, nodding judiciously. 'You're not really sure of his reaction, are you? Perhaps he would not condemn you, have you thought of that? Yes, my dear, there is a possibility that you really do not know your father very well, at least not in this respect! What if he too enjoyed these mass celebrations of our sexual natures? That would put a different light on the situation, eh?"
Elaine's words sent a cold shiver of fear running over the girl's body. Cathy instinctively rejected the suggestion that her father might be as depraved as the rest of them.
"Possibly she is right," Birgitta said as Elaine got up from the table and left the room. "A child never thinks of her parents as sexual creatures, at least not in open terms, but of course they are just that. I dare say you were surprised to find that your uncle Kevin was so well endowed with the tool we women love so well!"
Cathy reddened at that. It was the longest speech she had ever heard Birgitta utter-she did not even remark on the woman's excellent accent and syntax-and it seared into her brain. She had to admit that she could not conceive of her father in a sexual sense. What if the woman were right? The thought unsettled her and robbed her of some of the certainty she had earlier felt.
"Some more evidence you ought to consider," Elaine said when she came back into the room. "I mean, in case you're thinking of 'exposing' us or pulling off some such childish trick as that."
She had a tape recorder, one of the ultra-small variety which was smaller than a cigar box, and a thick manila envelope. Handing the envelope to the girl, she indicated that Cathy was to open it and look at the contents. Cathy did so and found that it contained about a dozen Polaroid prints, all in brilliant color. Their subject matter was one which brought a violent flush to her cheeks: all of them depicted her engaging in some kind of sexual activity! All were clear and sharp, easily identifying her, and in most her partner could also be identified. Not one of the pictures was one which she would dare show to anyone.
Cathy's cheeks burned violently as she leafed through the pictures. She saw one which caught her uncle Kevin at the exact moment of orgiastic fulfillment; he was crouched over her torso and was directing the first stream of sperm directly into her open mouth! Whoever had wielded the camera had caught the look of expectant, hungry interest on her own face, as well as the look of extreme joy on Kevin's face. Another showed Birgitta nibbling at her pussy; a third had her kneeling over an unidentifiable man, rubbing her pussy into his face and another showed her lowering herself down onto Ken's uplifted cock. The head of his tool was already lodged in her cunt-even as she looked at the picture she felt a warning twinge of angry arousal in her clitoris-and the lips of her pussy were splayed wide, gripping the thick shaft of his cock. The most cursory examination of the pictures, she realized, would inevitably brand her as a creature of the utmost perversity.
"Ugghh!" she cried, shoving them back at her stepmother with a violent motion. "I can't stand looking at such filth!"
"You don't want them?" Elaine murmured. "Very well, I'll keep them. I also have two rolls of color slides which I might have developed later; they will show similar scenes. And then there is this; you might find it quite as intriguing in its own way."
With that she flipped on the battery powered tape recorder. Cathy found herself listening to a recording of herself in the throes of sexual excess, urging someone on to even greater efforts and praising him for his mammoth cock and the skill with which he used it. She had no difficulty in identifying her own voice, even though passion and sexual desire had strained her vocal cords. In its own way the tape was every bit as demeaning and damning as the pictures had been and she felt a hot flush of shame spreading over her body as the tape continued to roll. Elaine cut if off after a few minutes, adding that she had another reel hidden back.
"As I told you," she said with an infuriating calmness, "we could easily give all this to your father. I warn you, his reaction might not be what you appear to expect. What if he liked all this, for example? Suppose he approved of all you have done with us? That would be as unsettling as his disapproval, I'm sure you'll agree! And too, if you try condemning us to some outsider, we have only to make a portion of the tape and perhaps a few pictures available to the authorities. They would be quite enough to destroy whatever credibility you might have, my dear!"
"All right, I give up," Cathy whispered weakly. "You've got me in a corner. I can't tell Dad; that's for sure. And I can't tell anyone else. So, what do you want from me?"
"That's better," Elaine told her. "We want only your cooperation, my dear. We want you to relax and to allow us an opportunity to convince you that we know you better than you know yourself. You see, we do care for you in our own way and .we want you to realize your own potential to the fullest."
"You mean you want me to agree to making myself into a pervert!" Cathy retorted. "A whore, a sexual freak!"
"You might say that now," Elaine said, not at all put off by her sullen attitude, "but that frame of mind will not last long, I assure you. We will convince you that we are right and you are wrong, believe me."
"All right, what have I got to lose?" Cathy muttered wryly. "Nothing, except any claim to decency I ever had!"
CHAPTER 3
Dan Hood called in as they were eating breakfast. He used the CB set he had installed in his pickup truck for communicating between the rig's site and his house; Elaine knew how to handle the base receiver set and often functioned as his communications center while he looked after his far-flung operations.
"Honey, I've got to go into Hobbs and get some parts," he reported. "This generator is giving us all sorts of trouble and it can't wait."
"That's two hours away," she protested. "Can't you send someone else and get yourself some sleep? Weren't you up all night?"
"Oh, I grabbed a couple or three hours a while ago," he said. "I'll be all right; don't you worry about me. And tell Cathy, as soon as she wakes up, that Jamaica is still there-we'll fly out there just as soon as I can get this rig straightened out again!"
Cathy's eyes watered at that reminder of his thoughtfulness; she was especially touched by the contrast between his concern and her own shameless, depraved behavior of the night before. It also grieved her that his own wife, her stepmother, was standing beside the CB set's microphone, stark naked, and allowing Ken, her own brother, to run his hand up her naked thigh and over her pussy as she carried on that conversation with her brother. Truly, there seemed to be no limits to the woman's depravity!
Even as she watched that scene, which her conscience told her was so disgusting, Cathy felt her body signal its own betrayal. She felt her nipples growing harder and warmer; as they enlarged in response to the exciting scene they brushed suggestively against the rough texture of the robe and tingled in an alarming fashion. Sitting with her legs crossed necessarily brought additional pressure against the lips of her pussy, which in turn responded with stronger, flashes of arousal. Cathy had spent enough hours curled up on her bed with a mirror in place between her thighs to know exactly what was taking place there; she needed no great effort of imagination to see the inner lips of that wayward, irresponsible slit growing larger and darker as her lusty nature asserted itself. Likewise, she could easily visualize the way her clitoris was also swelling, protruding from its hiding place at the apex of those lips and sliding forth like a miniature penis. She could already feel the warm trickle of musky wetness seeping from the mouth of her cunt, moistening the lips of her pussy and flowing down between the cheeks of her ass.
Ken's hand softly caressed Elaine's superbly turned thighs and rose higher, moving up to the furry nest at their apex. She obligingly spread her feet further apart to facilitate his hand's exploration of her most private parts, continuing her conversation with her husband as though she were the only person in the kitchen. Her voice did not betray the presence of others in the room, not by so much as a quaver. When Dan terminated the conversation and signed off, she replaced the microphone on its hook and looked back at her audience.
"So! He'll be away until noon, at least," she said. "I don't suppose I need to make any suggestions about how we ought to spend the morning?"
"Fucking and sucking!" Birgitta said, uttering the words without a trace of guilt. "Is there anything better?"
"Not that I know of," Elaine said, turning to face Ken directly. "And in the process, naturally, we'll carry Cathy's education a step or two further!"
The girl protested, but in vain; Elaine warned her that any attempt to escape or to reveal their secrets would result in Dan being supplied with those shameful pictures and the especially incriminating tape. There were other pictures, Elaine added, shots which reflected the same sort of activity, and another tape as well, but these were hidden away.
"So it will do you no good to destroy these," the woman concluded. "There are enough of the others to make it perfectly clear what you were doing with us! Yes, and how much you were enjoying it, too!"
"It's a lie!" Cathy retorted. "I wasn't enjoying it, not any of it!"
"Oh, but you were," Elaine replied. "And I think you know it yourself, except that you're too intent on playing the blushing virgin to admit it! Come now, dear, that game won't play; we know quite well that you were not a virgin last night. I well remember the violent reaction you showed when Kevin put his prick against the lips of your pussy for the first time. And believe me, my dear, that was enjoyment, pure and simple, if I have ever seen it!"
"Yah, he fucked you goot!" Sven added, grinning broadly. "And you, you dug it all!"
"Look at her now," Birgitta said after having watched Cathy closely for a moment or two. "Even now she is beginning to grow warm, I can tell! Yes, her boobies are becoming tender and sensitive! And her pussy, it too is becoming warm and wet!"
"It isn't so!" Cathy insisted, knowing that her words were lies. "No!"
"Really? Then would you allow me to test you?" Elaine scoffed, clearly skeptical. "Come, dear, open that robe and spread your legs! Let me see if you're telling the truth or not!"
Cathy blushed violently but did not obey the order. Instead she turned away from the woman, who then advanced a few steps and extended her right hand, as if to thrust it between her thighs.
"Here, now, that will never do!" Elaine warned. "Look, if you're going to persist in this high and mighty act of misguided purity, then I suppose I'll have to show Dan those pictures sooner than I'd expected! Think of it, Cathy, think of how it would affect him if he were to look at those pictures and listen to that tape!"
That threat was enough to bring Cathy to heel at once. Still darkly flushed, she slowly unfastened the belt of her robe and allowed the garment to fall aside. Elaine smiled at that show of submission and again extended her hand, motioning for Cathy to move forward and offer herself for examination. Cathy hesitated momentarily but then came to her stepmother, although she could not bear to look the woman in the eye as she did so.
Elaine slipped her right hand between the girl's long, slender thighs and felt of the slit at their junction. Her finger slipped easily over the puffy, hairy outer lips-Cathy had already developed a fine growth of pubic hair-and parted them, reaching for the juicy inner flesh. As she had expected, the inner lips were already blood-warm and coated with a slippery ointment. Her finger glided over those tender folds and then speared between them, prying at the taut, muscle-ringed opening they enclosed.
"Mmmmm, what a divine pussy you have!" Elaine murmured. "So wet, so warm and lovable! It's times like these, my dear, that makes me regret that I don't have a cock! Yes, I'd love to be able to stick it in your cunt, to feel your hot flesh tightening around me!"
Cathy's flesh quivered lustfully at hearing the woman's desires. She too had known the exact same longing at times, the product of a deeply seated curiosity about what a man might be feeling as he worked his cock into her cunt, and she bitterly regretted that she would never be able to know that sensation.
"It's a goot feeling!" Sven told her. "Yah, she got goot, tight cunt, just like a virgin! Man, it's goot fucking! Goot sucking, too!"
Cathy felt highly embarrassed at having her most intimate qualities discussed in that setting, though she also took a measure of pride in the obviously laudatory remarks being made about her. Sven had clearly had a great deal of sexual experience and his praise would be based upon a knowing comparison with many other girls, she knew.
Elaine removed her finger from the moist, hot furrow of Cathy's pussy and lifted it to her nostrils. Sniffing delicately at the moist digit, she closed her eyes and smiled. Cathy felt another floodtide of embarrassment sweep over her body-she had never before known anyone to take such blatant pleasure in what she considered to be the grosser aspects of feminine sexuality-but then Elaine smiled and complimented her on her scent.
"You're right," Ken told her. "She's got the sweetest cunt I ever tasted! And when she starts to come, wow! The way her cunt nips at your tongue, it's just so out of sight you wouldn't believe it!"
"Perhaps I'll find that out for myself," Elaine said, giving the girl a conspiratorial smile. "That is, if I can ever get my fill of cock! Mmmm, I woke up in such a horny mood! And I haven't had my first helping yet! Who'll be the first to give me my after-breakfast pick-me-up?"
Sven. rose from his chair at the breakfast table, ripping open the front of his jeans and displaying his healthy prick. The tool had not yet reached a full scale erection but nevertheless it had a menacing look, flopping out like some kind of thick, blunt-tipped whip. Ken and Kevin also rose and doffed their trousers-all the men had come to the breakfast table shirtless-and offered Elaine their pricks too. All three of the men began flogging their pricks in the most sensual manner imaginable, eager to bring the big tools up to a full, throbbing erection.
Elaine almost visibly purred upon seeing so exciting a display of male sexuality, all displayed for her benefit. Cathy's eyes widened, though she also felt a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach; she felt both disgusted and deeply stirred at the raw, rampant eroticism which rapidly infused the atmosphere. Not one of the people there showed the slightest sense of shame. Looking at Ken, she remembered that Elaine had already told her that he and Birgitta had been indulging in sexual activity that morning, even before leaving their bed. That memory stirred her even more markedly; the sight of his cock, and the knowledge that shortly before it had been in Birgitta's lascivious cunt, made her heart thud with powerful emotion.
"All for me?" Elaine asked, surveying the plentitude of cocks with evident pleasure. "Very well, then I'll have them all at once! Ken, since you were fucking Birgitta so avidly, I believe that I'll have you in my mouth; your prick ought to be especially tasty after a treat like that! And Kevin, I'll have you the same way-yes, a double blow job is what I want! Sven, you may fuck me if you like; I imagine those young balls of yours have already pumped up a big load of hot come!"
"Yah, plenty full!" Sven chuckled, massaging the big eggs that hung down in the wrinkled sack at the base of his prick. "I shoot it off goot!"
"I'm sure you will," Elaine said, smiling gently. Turning to Cathy, she added, "You'll find, my dear, that youthfulness is a mixed blessing in a lover. They are impetuous and eager, which can sometimes be boring, but then they always manage to come with such vigor!"
"Ahhh, Sven can shoot come farther than anybody I ever saw!" Birgitta murmured, fastening a knowing, lustful eye on her brother. "A young one like him going off in your cunt, it's like turning on a fire hose! But then older men, they have more maturity, more knowledge of how to prepare a woman for the fateful thrust! Yes, my dear, there are advantages to both types!"
"And I'll just bet that you two know all about all of them!" Cathy could not help retorting. "That's exactly the sort of thing you'd be most interested in knowing about!"
"You will find that it is a welcome sort of knowledge," Elaine told her. "But for the moment, you must content yourself with an observer's role, my dear. I suggest that you seat yourself over here in an armchair. I would like to watch you masturbate while I am servicing this group of studs!"
"Better if she watch Sven fucking your cunt for a little while first," Birgitta suggested. "A young one like her, she'll turn on fastest if she sees a big, fat prick working in and out that juicy cunt of yours!"
"Good idea," Elaine agreed. "Very well, Cathy, you heard the lady! You may watch Sven fuck me for a few minutes. But then I want you in front of me, so I can watch you diddling yourself!"
Cathy tried to protest but the woman cut her off with a few more well-placed threats. Seeing that her future, as well as what she conceived to be her father's peace of mind, lay entirely in Elaine's cruel, calculating hands, she gave up the effort and nodded her submission. The abasement was made considerably easier by the fact that her mind positively reeled with naked sexual desire at the thought of watching Sven's cock-which had by this time grown out to its full length, making it a truly breathtaking implement-slide into her stepmother's full-lipped pussy. , Her attention was momentarily distracted by Birgitta, who hitched her long, thick-thighed legs up onto the arms of the sturdy chair in which she sat. That move, accomplished with an agility surprising in a woman as big as she, brought her mature, womanly slit into full view. The inner lips protruded from the outer fold of lust-tinged flesh and resembled halves of some over-ripe fruit, perhaps a large, juicy plum turned inside out. The pressure of her widespread thighs brought the inner lips open, exposing the moist furrow running down between them; as Cathy watched, fascinated, a large, pearly glob of thick, viscous liquid welled up into the crescent-shaped opening of her cunt. Birgitta reached down, caught that blob on the tip of her finger and spread the mucilaginous goo over her pussy, running her finger all the way up to her prominent clitoris.
"Mmmm, Ken shot such a load of hot come up my cunt!" she sighed. She had caught Cathy's quick glance and correctly interpreted it as a sign of interest, though one that deeply embarrassed the naive young girl. "And now it's all running out, dripping out of my cunt and running over my pussy! Ahhh, it feels so good, having his love run out of me and being able to spread it over my flesh!"
Although Birgitta's bawdy talk and behavior violated every canon of propriety and fastidiousness which Cathy had ever been taught, the girl felt a powerful tug of interest upon seeing the way she spread Ken's sperm over, her pussy. Cathy herself had felt that same insidious flow just often enough to have formed a definite, though guilty, interest in it; she had felt ashamed of herself for enjoying the sensation of a boy's come dripping out of her body and the wholeheartedly joyous way in which Birgitta accepted that deluge, even transforming it into another source of her own sexual arousal, proved to be a heady example. Cathy's young heart pounded with renewed vigor as she watched the woman's fingers spread more of the rich, creamy liquid over every surface of her pussy, even working it into the lavish mass of honey-brown pubic hair.
"Would you like to lick the come out of her cunt?" Elaine asked. "You seemed to enjoy that last night; perhaps it would go even better this morning!"
Cathy's lips framed an indignant rejection of both the offer and the imputation but then she stopped, even before uttering a sound. Elaine's words had brought back another image, a memory of her own lips nestling down against her stepmother's pussy. Her face burned scarlet with shame at the memory and Elaine laughed heartily, enjoying her discomfiture.
"Ahh, you do remember!" the heartless woman chuckled. "Yes, you rather enjoyed taking your Uncle Kevin's charge from my pussy, as I recall!"
"No matter," Birgitta muttered. Her voice had grown noticeably thicker and her Scandinavian accent became more marked as her passions increased. "You want to do it again, you will! I know that, I know it goot!"
"So she will," Elaine added. "All she has to do is learn to submit to her body's demands! But that's enough of that; I want some stronger stuff!"
With that she crawled onto the breakfast table and knelt there, rump held high in the air and hung over the edge of the table. That posture necessarily forced her dark, unwinking eye of a pussy into prominent view, causing it to leer back at them from between her lovely thighs, and it attracted Sven's ready and entirely willing attention. The youth positioned himself directly behind her and raised his enormous cock toward that dark slit. He forced back the foreskin, stripping the purple head bare and preparing the weapon for action.
Cathy's brain staggered under the lustful impulses when she saw him divest his prick's head of the drumhead-tight foreskin. The smooth, lightly-tanned skin slid back slowly and smoothly in an eminently sensual manner. The girl's clitoris throbbed painfully and the lips of her pussy almost clawed at each other in their anxiety to be stimulated. Those sensations became even more pronounced, however, when she saw the knowing, skillful way in which Sven teased the woman before entering her.
He touched the naked, flaring head of his cock to the outer lips of her hot pussy and caressed that livid, lust-inflamed slit with extreme tenderness. Inevitably Cathy was reminded of her own tender, aching pussy and of how she would react, were he to be caressing her with so exciting and intimate an instrument. Only his lips and tongue, she knew, would provide her with a more forceful thrill. Her cunt was lubricating furiously now and the trickle of warm, musk-scented oil was threatening to become a veritable flood.
Ken and Kevin approached Elaine's face as Sven continued rubbing the naked, purple head of his prick over the lips of her pussy. They stood face to face, a couple of feet apart, and extended their stiff pricks to her waiting lips. She readily accepted the dual offering and began licking the naked, peeled tips of those masculine tools with a gusto which could not have been faked. She could not take both cocks into her mouth at once-their combined girth alone would have made that impossible-but she could bring them together, head to head, and apply her lips and tongue to them with a winning impartiality.
Birgitta, sitting directly in front of Elaine, showed no hesitation whatever in touching herself in the most intimate ways while the woman watched. Her fingers, thickly coated now with the slippery mixture of Ken's sperm and her own rich, oily cunt juices, slipped in and out of the highly exercised opening with ease. Her deep blue eyes glistened wetly as she focused intently on Elaine's mouth and that pair of stiff cocks against which it worked; she seemed utterly oblivious to every other consideration. Far from objecting to the fact that her own husband's cock was being titillated in the most lascivious manner possible by that mouth, or that her young brother was at the woman's rear, preparing to plumb the depths of her cunt with his massive prick, she seemed in fact to take extra pleasure in those facts. Her big, dark nipples jutted out from her large breasts like little rocks as she continued fingerfucking herself.
Cathy's head swirled in a welter of conflicting emotions. Her conscience continued to squeak out warnings against cooperating in Elaine's depraved, vicious schemes but lust and sexual curiosity spoke with far stronger voices. The sight of Sven's cock, now probing between the lips of Elaine's hot pussy and plowing up and down that juicy, exquisitely tender furrow, gave her senses additional charges of lustful arousal. She could think of nothing but her own hot, lathered pussy, of how she would be reacting were a meaty bludgeon like Sven's to be touching her own flesh in that manner.
The mere thought of a sensually inflated tool rubbing against the lips of her own pussy, forcing them apart to nudge against the tautly-stretched, highly sensitive rim of her cunt and then plowing up that incredibly sensitive furrow to poke against the outrageously excited tip of her clitoris ... her heart beat madly at the thought of such exquisite torments. Sven continued to work his cock up and down that moist opening and gradually began concentrating his attentions upon the upper reaches of the slit. There, Cathy well knew, lay the entrance to Elaine's cunt; he was beginning to breach that gap and force his huge tool into the tenderest part of all. Before finally planting the head of his prick in that opening, he pulled away and examined the weapon; it emerged bearing a thick, glistening sheen of cunt-dew. Satisfied with the weapon's look, he returned it to the tender canal and again seated it in the tender opening.
"Unngghhh!" Elaine groaned as he forced her cunt's rim apart and drove the head of his cock into her flesh. "Agghhhhh!"
She continued mouthing the pricks even as she groaned. The entrance of that formidable fucking tool into her cunt seemed to inspire her into a display of especially lustful caresses and her tongue curled gracefully over first Ken's, then Kevin's stiff cock with a winning impartiality. Her face registered the powerful emotions churning inside her body and no one watching the scene could have doubted that she was enjoying herself to the utmost.
CHAPTER 4
If Elaine enjoyed the taste and feel of three pricks at once, Cathy found the abandoned scene scarcely less exciting. At first she concentrated her attention on Sven's massive cock as he slowly forced it deeper into the heart of Elaine's lust-warmed cunt. His passionate temperament had strongly responded to the challenge posed by that incredibly muscular cleft and his erection had become so pronounced that stiff, corrugated ridges ringed the shaft of his cock. Deeply flushed with desire, the awesome instrument almost glowed with heat as he pressed against Elaine's trim, firmly-molded hips and thrust deeper.
Cathy's experiences with the opposite sex had not been so varied but what she was enormously impressed with the youth's sexual dimensions. His prick was far larger than any of the six she had previously known-in fact, all the men, Kevin, Ken and Sven-possessed cocks of outstanding size-and he exhibited a genuine, fetching enthusiasm for working it into Elaine's thoroughly willing body. None of her previous lovers had been very skilled in the arts of lovemaking, though they had all been enthusiastic enough, and she had rarely found any very real satisfaction with any of them. To be quite honest, she had always been able to reach far more satisfying climaxes through manipulating her pussy herself than through having that tender organ fucked.
She strongly suspected that, were she able to remember every detail of the previous night clearly, that statement would no longer be true. Even though she still could not recall much of the evening's happenings, vivid flashes of erotic joy far surpassing any she had ever known flickered in her mind. She did not remember exactly what had happened, and in any case it was difficult to identify the throaty, heated cries of exuberant de. light which populated her memory. But the girl had a feeling that some of those cries had been her own, that she had shuddered from head to toe with powerful surges of orgiastic frenzy on several occasions.
And why shouldn't I? she asked herself as she continued to watch Sven's big cock penetrate Elaine's cuntal rim. It was like they could see into my mind! As though they knew everything I'd ever thought about doing, all those wild, weird notions I used to play with when I was doing it to myself! God, how could anybody in their right mind come up with ideas like that? Mmmm, it really turns me on, though, seeing him fuck it to her like that while she's sucking them! And that Birgitta, that pig, sitting there and fingerfucking herself like it was going out of style, spreading Ken's spunk all over her pussy and rubbing it in as though it were hand lotion! Ohhh, God, look at her now!
Her eye had wandered over to Birgitta, still sitting with legs akimbo in the sturdy armchair, and she saw that the woman had now begun working one of her sperm-greased fingers into her asshole! She continued stroking her clitoris and poking one or two fingers into her cunt, to be sure, but the middle finger of her other hand was slowly insinuating itself into her ass.
Cathy's breath came faster upon seeing that fascinating vision of lustful excitation. She had never given her own anus more than a few light, flicking touches with her finger, generally after she had masturbated herself into a long, breathtaking climax, but those touches had been enough to convince her that she had two openings between her thighs which were capable of responding to erotic stimulation with alacrity and intensity. Birgitta's example showed Cathy that she was not alone in that regard; the big woman's eyes had closed and an expression of the utmost bliss had spread over her strong, handsome face.
Suddenly Birgitta altered the tactics she was using. She brought her right hand more directly over her pussy and slipped the middle and ring fingers of that hand into the rim of her cunt. Her index and little fingers then squeezed the lips of her pussy against the inserted fingers; her palm settled down over her lovemound and Cathy needed only a little imagination to see that her clitoris would be receiving very strong stimulation indeed. At the same time, she continued worming her left middle finger in and out of her pisshole.
"That's right, Birgitta!" Elaine called out, relinquishing for a moment the two pricks she was servicing with her mouth. "Double-fuck yourself!
Get it on good, girl; spread that come all over your pussy and fuck! Fuck yourself crazy! God, I love to see a woman come! Fuck the come out of your cunt and let me see it dripping!"
Unable to restrain herself any longer, the girl reached between her naked thighs and touched the livid, swollen lips of her pussy. The inner lips had grown to astonishing proportions, pushing their way out of the outer lips, and the touch of her fingers sent a Shockwave of sexual anguish reverberating through her loins. She stroked the lips with a light, gingerly touch, afraid to bear down hard on the fantastically sensitive flesh, but even that slight stimulation made her body shudder heavily. She was about to sink down onto the floor and assume a kneeling position, one of her favorites for gaining the greatest possible pleasure from the act, when she remembered her stepmother's order. Knowing that Elaine had the means of inflicting a terrible hurt on her father and certain that the woman would do so at the slightest provocation, she moved herself around to the head of the table and pulled up a chair beside Birgitta.
Elaine's dark, flashing eyes glowed even more hotly when she saw the girl seat herself and spread her thighs wide. Cathy leaned back in the chair and brought her hand back to the lividly inflamed lips of her pussy. The seated position robbed her of some sensitivity-standing or kneeling tightened the muscles in her thighs and allowed her climax to arrive more quickly and with much more telling results-but then there was the compensation of several pairs of eyes looking at her from time to time. Elaine watched her closely while Ken and Kevin divided their attention between Cathy, Birgitta and the sight of their cocks against the woman's lascivious mouth.
Cathy now discovered what she had sometimes suspected of herself: there was a definite streak of exhibitionism in her personality. Even though her audience might not be paying attention to her alone, their eyes lent an added sensuality to the effect of her fingers and she felt her nipples throbbing harder as her cunt and womb tightened with increasing sexual tension. Pulling her hand away from her pussy, she began rubbing her nipples; since her fingers had already gained a liberal coating of her cunt's sensual flooding that ripe, ultra-passionate lubricant was now being transferred to her plump little nipples.
Elaine took the girl's action to be another way of adding excitement to the depraved scene, though in truth it had been quite inadvertent. The sight of the young girl spreading her cunt's rich ointment over her tautly swollen nipples, so dark and hard with sexual arousal, caused the woman's cunt to nip and grab with convulsive spasms at Sven's cock. Taking those involuntary muscular spasms to be a sign of her approaching climax, the youth began pistoning his huge cock in and out of her cunt with lightning-quick strokes that pierced her to the very core. His massive balls swung back and forth in time to his thrusts and brushed against her hard clitoris, adding yet another variety of sexual stimulation to the barrage being directed against her senses.
"Unngghhhh!" Elaine moaned as those stallion-like strokes began to have their inevitable effect. "Agghhhh, you're fucking my cunt off!
Oooooh, drive it in me, Sven, fuck it all the way up my cunt! Uhhh! Ahhhh! Harder, love, fuck me harder and make me ... unnngghhh! Owwwww! Omigod, I'm coming, I'm coming all over! Oooooh, fuck me now, fuck me to death!"
Her face grimaced as the speed with which he plied his cock into her cunt increased even more. He was withdrawing the thick shaft until only the head remained lodged in the tight grip of her cunt's rim, then slamming the meat into her flesh with a long, twisting stroke that made the bulbous knob adorning the tip of that prodigious rod press against every part of the tender, passionately aroused tunnel it penetrated. Although he was in no mood to allow his balls to have their way and join her in a mutual expression of orgiastic release, he was quite willing for her to come. Accordingly, he fucked himself into her with a skill far beyond what one would have expected a normal nineteen-year-old boy to display.
"Ahhhh, fuck her goot!" Birgitta muttered, then broke into a torrential stream of her native tongue.
Cathy pinched her nipples sharply, sending darting flames of pure sexual agony coursing through her body, and brought her left hand down to her pussy. Her fingers spread the lips of that tingling slit wide apart and opened the inner crevice to her middle finger, which quickly sought out the tenderest part of all. She thrust the finger into her cunt with an abrupt motion and swirled it about in a way that caused her womb to explode with a blinding, raw power that annihilated her consciousness. Grunting dumbly and rolling her head from side to side, Cathy fingerfucked herself into a strenuous climax and removed her finger from her convulsively grasping cunt only when the sensations became too strong to be endured any longer. She sprawled out in the chair, hands cupped protectively over her lovemound, and lay inert for several minutes.
When she finally recovered enough to be aware of her surroundings, Cathy saw that Ken and Kevin had reached a new stage in sexual arousal. Neither had yet climaxed, she judged, but they appeared to be very close to that state of quivering delight. Elaine, fucked through a sharp orgasm, was once again in full control of her tempestuous passions and was inciting them on to a quick completion. Sven, standing behind her, continued to work his prick in and out of her lathered cunt, though he had slowed the pace of his thrusting and was now probing her in a gentle, almost reflective manner.
"Jack off!" Elaine said, looking up at the men and almost devouring them with her eyes. "Jack off! Shoot your come in my mouth, over my face! Jack off and shoot it all over my face!"
Her mouth had provided their cocks with sufficient moisture to make the big shafts very slippery. Ken and Kevin were now excited enough to do virtually anything she asked and they quickly complied with her request. Each man wrapped his right hand around the swollen shaft of his cock and began pumping up and down. Elaine watched, turning her gaze from one to the other, and almost visibly licked her lips with anticipation.
Ken and Kevin pumped furiously at their big cocks. Cathy did not know exactly what to expect, since she had never before seen a prick spurting come; she suspected, however, that the thick stuff would shoot forth with considerable violence, if her previous experience with fucking was any indication. That suspicion was quickly confirmed.
Kevin initiated the display. He clenched his buttocks and lifted his weight up onto the balls of his feet as his loins clamored loudly with their incipient joy. Cathy saw his muscles trembling and knew that he was coming. Her eye caught the first jerk of his prick, though it produced no shower of sperm; then she saw a thick, viscous blob of lust-cream jet from his cock and spatter against Elaine's waiting lips. She groaned, a sound of savage, exulting pleasure, and licked her lips hungrily. A second spurt of come shot against her face and then she opened her mouth wide to admit his thrusting, spewing prick between her lips.
Inspired by that depraved sight, Ken's balls quickly asserted themselves. Pummeling his cock with relentless determination, he milked the big shaft with all the skill he could muster. As his fist glided up over the strained, flaring head of the big tool, he tightened his fingers and twisted his hand about, making his hand apply additional friction to that extremely sensitive area. His tactics quickly paid off and he began spurting out heavy, thick blobs of semen against Elaine's face. Again and again his cock throbbed, each time sending another creamy reminder of his lust cascading out against her flesh.
She sucked Kevin eagerly, swallowing rapidly to ingest every drop of his come. Suddenly relinquishing that big morsel, she turned her lips to Ken's prick and gave it the same treatment. Her switch came in time for her to receive the last of his charge in her mouth and she swallowed it with the same hungry zeal she had displayed in taking Kevin's come. After sucking Ken to a loud, quivering conclusion, she gave up his prick and used her fingers to wipe the sperm off her cheeks, lips and nose.
"Ohhh, God, such sweet come!" she purred. "And Sven is still holding back on me, the devil! He's deliberately trying to fuck me out of my mind!"
"Yah, I do it goot!" he chortled. "I got plenty hot come, too!"
"I'll just bet you do," Elaine muttered. "Well, if I'm going to get it out of you, maybe I'd better turn around so I can devote all of my attention to you, you pussy-loving stud!"
Cathy watched, unbelieving but totally fascinated, as Sven backed away from her stepmother's rump. His prick emerged from her cunt bearing a thorough coating of her cunt's libidinous oils and a most delectable sight it was. The young girl's heart throbbed painfully when she saw that gigantic staff, moist and glistening with Elaine's sexual lubricant. His prick had become even harder and bigger, it seemed, and it looked infinitely more exciting.
Elaine twisted about on the breakfast table and sat up facing the lusty youth. She scooted her ass toward the edge of the table and motioned for him to come toward her. Leaning back and supporting her torso on her out-thrust hands, she easily maneuvered her calves up onto his shoulders. That position necessarily exposed her pussy to his prick, which happened to be only a couple of inches above the table's top. He was thus enabled to plant the lustfully enlarged tip within the gaping lips of her pussy and to direct that flaring head into the mouth of her cunt.
"Just work it in me," Elaine whispered, her voice tense and clotted with additional passion, "and let me fuck the come out of you! Yes, I'll make those balls of yours give up every drop of come! I'll fuck you till they're not any bigger than a mustard seed! Ohhhh, I'll suck you off with my cunt, I swear I will! And then I'll have you get down on your knees and lick every drop of your come out of my cunt! Yes, I'm going to fuck you right out of your mind!"
"Ugghhhh!" Elaine grunted upon feeling the heft of his cock once more penetrate the heart of her deeply aroused cunt. "Ohhhh, you're just so fucking big! Mmmmm, I can feel that big cock all the way up to my hair! Give it to me, Sven, give it all to me and make me come! Fuck me out of my mind, I don't care; just give me more of that sweet cock!"
"Ahhh, that Sven!" Birgitta murmured, catching Cathy's attention for a moment. "I used to think that my father threw the best fucks in the world, but now I'm convinced that Sven is even better! I'm so glad I spent so long in teaching him how to use that treasure of his!"
Cathy's blood ran cold for a moment. She could hardly believe her ears, yet she was quite certain that she had heard Birgitta imply a scandalously intimate sexual knowledge of her own father, as well as admit to instructing her brother in the more advanced forms of sexual debauchery. Even so, the amazing woman seemed quite unaware of the enormity of the dreadful acts to which she was admitting. Cathy could not fathom such depravity and, had it not been for the evidence before her very eyes, she might well have scoffed at the whole thing.
There was no way to deny the lascivious way in which Sven was working his big cock deeper into Elaine's pussy. An expression of total delight spread over his face as he thrust into her flesh, gripping her ass to steady himself as he pressed against her. Cathy could see his bare feet beneath the table and she noted the way his toes dug into the tiled floor as if to give himself an even firmer footing as he mounted his sensual assault.
Elaine looked him straight in the eye as she began twisting her ass about in slow, superlatively erotic patterns. At the same time, she rhythmically contracted and relaxed her abdominal muscles, so that her cunt was giving his cock a steady massage. Sven grunted and thrust powerfully against her. He flexed his knees, making his cock shoot up into her cunt at a different angle, and she responded with a hearty sigh of approval. Sven then raised himself up onto the balls of his feet, bringing another trembling groan from Elaine's lips, and swayed from side to side.
"Ohhh, God, can he keep on forever?" Cathy asked. She was watching the obscenely joined couple so closely that she was not even aware she had spoken. "Won't he ever come?"
"Ahhh, he'll come soon," Birgitta murmured. "He can't hold out for very long, not the way she's working her cunt around his prick! There's nobody in the whole world who can squeeze her cunt like Elaine, I tell you that!"
"Aurrgghhhh!" Sven groaned. He dug his fingers deep into the firm mounds of her buttocks and thrust forward with more power than ever, "Unngghhh! Goot! Fuck, fuck it goot! Ahhhhhh!"
His face twisted with passion, his body quivered mightily as the long, heavy spasms of lusty delight convulsed his body. Cathy could see his muscular thighs trembling, a phenomenon which she knew well from her own experience, and she had a quick sympathy for the youth in his moment of supreme sexual pleasure. Again and again he slammed his thick, throbbing cock into Elaine's cunt, spewing out a steady flood of steaming sperm, and he did not stop until he had emptied his balls of every drop of their heated load. Elaine screamed aloud and writhed about in place, shaking and jerking with fierce vigor as she received the charge of hot come. At the very height of his climax, Sven reached up with one hand to caress her swollen breasts; he then moved his hand down to her pubis and caressed her clitoris with his thumb. That slight touch gave her the last fillip of sexual stimulation and she reached the peak of her answering orgasm.
CHAPTER 5
"Yes, dear, that's the way: fuck it back and forth in my cunt so it can bathe itself in all that nice come you shot there!"
Elaine now spoke from a prone position. She had lowered her back down onto the table, keeping her hips at the edge of the table; she had drawn up her knees until her heels rested on the very edge of the table. Sven still stood between her thighs and was meditatively working his prick back and forth in her cunt. He seemed to enjoy the post-orgasmic phase of the fuck quite as much as any other part, a fact which caught Cathy's attention and caused her some surprise. The boys she had known had demonstrated an unseemly desire to be free of her once they had shot their load into her cunt and Sven's continued interest struck her as highly agreeable.
"Ahh, he fuck forever!" Birgitta murmured. "He's like me; he never gets enough of that wonderful feeling!"
"Come over here, Cathy; I want you to listen to something."
Elaine had to repeat the request before Cathy heard her. Stirring herself from a lust-induced delirium, the girl staggered over to the table and took a stance beside Sven, as Elaine had directed. The woman lay with her thighs widely spread, her cunt still tightly clamped around the thick shaft of Sven's cock. She smiled knowingly when she saw the look of frantic excitement coming into Cathy's eyes; the close-up view of that massive instrument piercing the lips of her pussy worked even more telling changes in the girl's sexual feeling, as Elaine could readily see.
"Now fuck it back and forth slowly," she told Sven. "Listen, Cathy, listen to the sounds his prick makes when it's working back and forth in my cunt! He put so much come in me!"
Sven obediently started up his fucking action once more, grinning lewdly at Cathy as he did so. The girl watched the hypnotically attracting sight of his thick plunger working in and out of that fleshly enclosure; her eyes grew even bigger and an expression of the utmost longing came over her face. At first she could hear nothing but then the sound struck her ears: a squishy, liquid sound, rather like the sounds her feet made as she walked through a muddy beach, reached her auditory organ and she flushed brightly.
"Ahhh, it's such a marvelous sound!" Elaine said. She knew that Cathy had heard it too and she could see that the girl was powerfully affected by that incredibly obscene noise. "Mmmm, and it feels so good too! He's still as big and hard as he ever was, darling, and his cock is just incredibly good to feel! Ahhh, he's all wet with his come, and mine too; I had a beautiful come, darling, just as good as any I've ever had! Would you like to suck him, dear? Perhaps the taste of fresh, hot come would set well with you, eh? Go ahead, darling, you can have his cock in your mouth if you want it!"
Cathy's heart nearly stopped. How could the woman know exactly what she was thinking? She looked up in fear, struck by Elaine's remarkable prescience, and saw the woman looking at her with a warm, tender expression. Elaine repeated her suggestion and Cathy could see that the offer was a genuinely sincere one.
"Yah, suck it for me!" Sven added. He directed an appealing look at her and her heart melted under the dual suggestion. "Suck it goot and I give you more come! You like, huh?"
"Go ahead, dear, go down on him," Elaine urged. "He can get his balls to pumping again before long and I'm positive that you'll know how to make them full of hot come! Mmmm, so sweet and delicious! And while you're sucking him off, maybe Birgitta would like to come over and lick his spunk out of my pussy!"
"Ahhh, that would be heavenly!" Birgitta said, leaving her chair in a flash. "Don't let a drop of that precious spunk escape from your pussy, dear; I want to eat every bit of it!"
Sven edged back and removed his prick from Elaine's pussy. The woman groaned sorrowfully as she felt that magnificent fucking implement leave her cunt. Cathy watched it with apprehension, though she knew that she would never be able to keep her lips away from it. The prick emerged with a thick, slippery coating of the mucilaginous oils in which it had been bathing. Cathy's eyes widened with shock when she saw the supremely sexual look of the tool; her lips tingled with hot, pulsating desire and she knew that she would never be able to keep from taking the big, lustfully moistened prick into her mouth.
Elaine reached down to clamp the lips of her pussy shut with the fingers of her right hand, wanting to keep all the sensual juices tightly locked in her cunt for Birgitta's delectation. Cathy's heart raced madly when she saw the little crevice wink shut; before Elaine's fingers pressed her pussy's lips over the crescent-shaped opening the girl's eye caught a glimpse of a rich pearl of sperm resting in the very rim of that orifice. Her brain reeled under the heavy impact of sexual stimulation and her clitoris, seemingly grown into an enormous thing, ached with a profound arousal.
"Go ahead, take it!" Elaine urged. "You were ready enough last night to suck him; surely it won't matter that it's been in my cunt!"
"Eat him," Birgitta added. "Who knows, darling, maybe you'll learn to like the taste of pussy as much as you like come!"
Even though she instinctively rejected Birgitta's insidious suggestion and felt a strong wave of indignation against the woman for making it, she felt another heady wave of passionate desire sweep through her body. A stringy strand of semen, pearly and thick, drooped down from Sven's thick cock as he held it out to her. She reached out, caught that strand of love-oil on her finger and spread it over the shaft of his prick. That first touch with the liquid residue of the youth's passion made her heart flutter even more wildly. She felt her restraint evaporate, melt under the stirring excitement of that touch, and blindly knelt in front of the grinning young man.
"Give it to me!" she moaned, almost whimpering with desire. "Mmmmm, I can't help myself! I've got to have it!"
Opening her mouth wide, she extended her face just in time to meet Sven's gentle thrust. He slipped the broad, arrow-like head of his prick between her widespread lips and grunted sharply. Her tongue closed over that satin-smooth knob, so amazingly soft and spongy, with a gesture that was at first tentative, then became much more decisive. Her taste buds were immediately assailed by the mingled tastes of male and female sexuality. The sharp, salty flavor of Sven's spunk had been diluted by the richer musk coming from Elaine's ripe, mature cunt; working together, they produced a sharply erotic taste that made Cathy's impressionable young mind flame higher with sexual desires.
Cathy worked her head back and forth for a moment. Sven's big prick gave her mouth an exceptionally full feeling and she was inevitably reminded of having that huge tool stuffed between her thighs, filling her cunt almost to the bursting point. Though her vaginal opening seemed to be almost infinitely flexible and capable of accommodating even the most generously proportioned man, Sven's cock had stretched her almost to the limit. She could not get more than about a third of its prodigious length between her lips but that much was plenty. Her body stiffened and throbbed with rapidly increasing arousal, spurred into an excited state of abandoned sexual hunger.
"Kevin, get down there with her and fingerfuck her!" Elaine suddenly ordered. "She needs something extra, a little more to make her pussy flood with come!"
Cathy barely heard the words. She was far too deeply aroused to protest the casual way in which her stepmother ordered others to see to her sexual needs. Her uncle knelt at her side and stretched his right hand down between her thighs, which were slightly parted. His middle finger glided easily over the swollen inner lips of her pussy-they protruded sullenly from the outer fold, flushed and dark with livid excitement-and then grazed her aching, rock-hard clitoris. His left hand roamed over her taut buttocks, caressing them lightly and bringing additional charges of sexual delight to her nervous system, and then dipped between them to explore the crack of her ass.
As the middle finger of Kevin's right hand played ever so lightly over her throbbing clitoris, his left hand closed upon her pussy from the rear. Her state of extreme excitement had brought a steady flow of rich, slippery oils pouring out of the depths of her cunt and the entire area between her thighs thickly coated with the sensual salve. His fingers slipped over her anus and she visibly flinched at that electrifying contact, though her reaction was even more pronounced when he began forcing the moist, slippery tip of one finger into that tight little opening. Her mouth closed down on Sven's cock with a powerful suction and her tongue pressed the soft head firmly against the roof of her mouth, so that the most sensitive ,part of all was subjected to the most grinding, telling kind of pressure.
Birgitta had now turned her attention to Elaine. Kneeling at the side of the table, she had fastened her lips to the hairy slit between Elaine's thighs and had run her tongue deep into the woman's cunt. The rich taste of fresh sperm, fresh from her brother's balls, inflamed her tongue with animal-like vigor and she began licking the woman with a furious intensity. Her tongue lapped deep into that tight, hot maw, savoring the sensual juices lying within, and her mouth pressed hard against Elaine's tingling vulva. Ken, stiff and throbbing with new life, knelt down behind his wife and forced his hard cock between her hips from the rear. Birgitta lifted herself slightly, just enough to allow his stiff cock to slip into the juicy, overheated mouth of her cunt, and then settled down against him.
"Oh, God, fingerfuck her in the ass, Kevin!" Elaine muttered in a tight, choked voice that adequately indicated the state of her own arousal. Her eyes glittered brightly as she surveyed the depraved scene she had inspired. Reaching down to wrap her long, supple fingers in the mass of blonde hair crowning Birgitta's head, pulled her face even closer to her heaving, lust-inflamed pussy and began to fuck herself against the woman's hot, hyperactive mouth. "Give it to her in her cunt and ass at the same time! Make her cream before she sucks him off! I want to see her come again!"
Kevin needed no such encouragement. Alive to the tingling warmth of his niece's lithe, lovely young body, he worked one finger deeper into the girl's lustfully aroused anus and used the fingers of his right hand to caress her hot, sweating pussy into a state of absolute delirium. Sven had caught the sensual fever too and now flexed his knees slightly, angling his cock into the girl's frantic mouth at a slightly different angle. He clutched the rear portion of his cock with his fist, working it back and forth, and stroked his heavy, dangling balls with his other hand. Exciting himself as much as he could, he fucked Cathy's entirely willing mouth with all the passion he could muster.
Kevin's fingers worked miracles of sexual arousal on her tender flesh and quickly brought her to a shivering, trembling peak of lusty desire. The highly suggestive in-and-out motions of Sven's thick, hot prick, the way the big tool caressed her tongue and lips as it worked in and out of her mouth, the raw taste of hot, unbridled lust still flavoring the tool's thick shaft, all worked together to make every surface of her body tingle and hum with youthful passion.
Inspired to new heights of sexual abandon by the myriad sources of lustful excitation, Cathy sucked harder than ever at the big prick working to and fro inside her mouth. She reached around Sven's stiffened hips and clawed desperately at his buttocks. As her excitement mounted to a feverish pitch that turned her pussy into hot, quivering mush, she forced a finger between his tightly clenched buttocks. The finger probed deeper, found the youth's anus and pressed harder against it. She could not penetrate that incredibly tight opening, naturally-it was not supplied with a superb lubricant like that which facilitated the entrance of Kevin's finger into her own asshole-but the pressure of her finger against the sensitive surface brought new sources of sexual stimulation to Sven's loins. Grunting deep in his throat, he surged into her mouth harder than ever and quivered from head to foot.
At the same time, she writhed against her uncle's skillful fingers with renewed determination. She sensed that she was on the brink of an especially powerful climax, one that would rip through her loins with as much force as any she had ever known. The taste of Sven's come, the fainter flavor of her stepmother's ripe cunt, continued to inflame her brain with rabid desires. She forced her mouth down upon the rigid, quivering shaft of rock-hard muscle until the head of his prick rammed hard against her throat. Unable to take more of that big rod, she had to content herself with loving the portion within her mouth and that task she performed with all the vigor and imagination anyone could want.
Once the accumulated passions had begun to take their inevitable toll, Sven started working his prick back and forth within Cathy's hot young mouth in a much more determined fashion. Swaying his hips back and forth, he accentuated the movements of that big rod by pulling and tugging at the base, so that its pressure became even more pronounced against her mouth and tongue. She sensed that he was nearing the bursting point and that awareness lent new strength to her tongue's lively movements. She also began writhing and twisting against her uncle's hands faster than ever, a change that made her cunt and womb cry out for sensual deliverance.
Kevin had waited for just that moment before delivering the last morsels of sexual stimulation to the girl in his arms. He feared that if she were to begin to come too soon, she might lose her concentration on Sven's cock, which would disrupt the entire tableau. Once he was sure that she had sucked the brawny youth to the point of orgasm, though, he pulled out all the stops and devoted himself to bringing her off in the quickest possible fashion.
Bending down, he worked his face between Sven's legs and her breasts so that his lips and tongue could play over her passionately-swollen nipples. That added caress sent lightning-like flashes of sensual delirium pulsing through her body and he added to them by working the middle finger of his right hand into the rim of her aching, throbbing cunt. That final penetration sent her senses skyrocketing with delight and, when Sven lifted his weight up onto the balls of his feet and grunted savagely, she felt the circuit being closed completely. His prick jerked inside her mouth, the head swelled to what seemed twice its already huge size, and then a jet of hot, lust-reeking sperm gushed forth, saturating the back of her mouth with the concentrated essence of male sexuality. Almost scalding and rich with the flavor of orgiastic frenzy, the thick flood of salty come touched off the fire which had been smoldering within her body for so long.
"Unnngghhhhh!" she groaned as her womb disintegrated into a million fragments, each of them tingling and throbbing with sexual ecstasy. "Nnnnnggggg!"
Kevin's fingers clawed even more furiously at the girl's pussy and asshole when he felt the flood of orgasmic joy begin pulsing forth from deep in side her loins. Again and again her cunt nipped at his finger, matching contractions with her asshole; both orifices clutched powerfully and registered every spasm of the mighty wave of sensual pleasure radiating outward from her loins. Sven's big prick continued to belch out those incredibly sensual jets of come and she had to swallow rapidly in order to ingest his complete load. Determined that not a single drop of his love-dew would escape, she forced her throat to work overtime and barely managed to salvage the hot liquid offering. She continued sucking at his prick and working her tongue over its length until Sven could stand it no longer. Pulling back, he extracted his cock from her mouth, grunting with joy as her tongue gave the big tool one final caress. Almost as soon as the thick shaft had cleared her lips, it began wilting visibly and soon hung down limply, almost as big as it had ever been but definitely limber.
"Ahhh, goot! Damn goot!" he muttered. "Yah, Cathy, you suck goot!"
"Ohhh, it was fantastic!" the girl breathed. "Mmmmm, I felt like my cunt was melting and running out my pussy! Ohhh, Sven, it was beautiful! I loved sucking your cock; it was the best ever! And Uncle Kevin, I ... well, you were just lovely to me!"
She turned, overcome with gratitude and emotion, and kissed her uncle. He ran his tongue into her lips, heedless of the fact that Sven had emptied his balls there only seconds before. The faint aftertaste of the youth's fulsome load was still present but he did not care. After kissing the girl passionately for a moment, he pulled back to look at her.
"I enjoyed helping you," he said. "Oh, Cathy, I love you so! I'm dying to fuck you again, I really am!"
"God, I don't know what's the matter with me," the girl whispered, "but I can't seem to stop wanting it! Yes, Uncle Kevin, I want to fuck you too! I'm dying to feel your prick going up my cunt again! Or maybe even up my ass, I don't care; I'll take you any way you want me!"
CHAPTER 6
As Cathy's body gradually returned to a more or less normal state of sexual equilibrium, she became aware of a deafening silence pervading the room. Looking about, she saw that the only individual in the room who had not climaxed at about the same time as she had felt that awesome power reaching its apex inside her own cunt was her uncle. The others all bore the satisfied, contented look of utter sexual bliss.
"No, there isn't time for that!" Elaine snapped when Cathy knelt lower before her uncle and prepared to service his erect, throbbing penis with her mouth. Then, seeing the look of utter sexual desperation on Kevin's face, she relented slightly. "Ohh, all right, go ahead and give her a quick fucking, Kevin. But just enough to get your balls emptied, hear? God, we haven't got time for a long fucking scene!"
She also directed Sven to dress himself and take up a station at the front of the house, where he would be able to see Dan Hood if he approached. Cathy heard her instructions, though dimly, and while she was once again reminded of her own perfidy in engaging in such depraved acts, she could not deny the gnawing hungers of sexual desire that still burned deep in her young body. Kevin's fingers had brought a marvelously thrilling series of spasmodic convulsions to her loins. She felt a thrill of savage pleasure run through her body upon hearing Elaine direct Kevin to give her the thing she most wanted at that moment.
"Bend over," Kevin whispered to her. "Bend over and I'll put it in you from the rear! Let me fuck you like that, Cathy; I'm dying to get my prick in you!"
Cathy had not often had a man in that position but the few times in which she had attempted intercourse through a rear entry position had proved to be enormously exciting. She suspected that this was because the front wall of her cunt was especially well supplied with nerve endings; her experiments in masturbation had proven to her over and over that that portion of her vagina possessed the greatest capacity for sexual response. Kevin's proposal therefore excited her quickest approbation and she turned, falling down onto her elbows to bring her rump high in the air and presenting him with a clear view of her slit.
"Put it in me!" she whispered, looking back at him with sex-glazed eyes. "Fuck me dog fashion! I love it that way! Mmmm, I'm dying to feel it going up my cunt! I'm so turned on I could come right now!"
Kevin found that she was not exaggerating. Her flesh radiated heat and as soon as he had nosed his prick between the lips of her pussy he felt the extent of her arousal. That lustfully aroused canal, already moistened with her cunt's exuberant flooding, greeted his cock and enabled the big rod to slide down against the tautly-stretched mouth of her cunt. Kevin pushed against her, reaching out to pull her hips back against him, and entered her with a smooth stroke. Cathy gasped out a weak, whimpering oath as she felt the rim of her cunt being dilated by the fleshly prod. The soft, spongy bulb adorning the tip of his prick slid deep into her flesh, knifing it apart and forcing the tightly congested meat into a clinging, close-fitting receptacle for his cock.
"God, you're so hot!" he moaned. "Mmmm, it's like you were on fire! So hot and wet! God, Cathy, your cunt feels so good to me!"
"Oooooh, fuck!" the girl panted. "Just get it in me and fuck! Mmmm, I just know it'll be all right, once you start to cream; that'll bring me off, I know it will!"
"Reach back between your legs and rub your pussy!" Kevin ordered. "Get your fingers on your clit and help me! I want to feel you come, Cathy! Let me feel your cunt biting down on my prick!"
The girl did as she was told and at once felt new, far stronger convulsions of lusty pleasure spreading through her loins. Quite apart from the pleasure of having her fingers on her supercharged clitoris, a contact that brought exquisite thrills of delight to her body, she also felt a strong charge of sexual delight at the mere thought of masturbating herself while her uncle's prick was working back and forth inside her tenderly-aroused cunt. The sharply different forms of sexual arousal worked together nicely and turned her body into a much more responsive organism.
Kevin's balls were packed tight with an extraordinarily large load of sperm, thanks to the long period of excitement he had endured. That, together with his niece's amazingly high degree of readiness and the glowing heat of her flesh, proved to be enough to bring him to the verge of completion in near-record time. His balls swayed back and forth as he fucked into the girl's waiting cunt with increasing speed. The big rod speared deeper into her flesh, each stroke bringing another grunt of agonized pleasure from her throat; she cried out with absolute delight when his cock settled home and his balls swung forward to scrape against her fingers, still running lightly over her clitoris.
That light touch inspired Cathy to new heights of erotic fervor. Without even thinking about what she was doing, she opened her fingers to clasp that big, egg-laden bag firmly and then she pressed it down close against her clitoris. A surging, all-pervading thrill of total sexuality flashed through her loins as she rubbed her uncle's balls over her clitoris and pressed them against the lips of her pussy. That sensation, together with the marvelous feeling of fullness his deeply planted cock gave her, provided her with the final burst of sexual stimulation she needed in order to reach the peak of her own arousal.
"Unnngghhhh!" she moaned, writhing frantically to accentuate the spreading wave of orgiastic thunder that burst deep inside her womb. "Oooooohhhh! Omigod, I'm coming! I'm coming all over! Agghhhh! Fuck, fuck me harder!
Ohhh, do it now! Fuck, damn you, fuck me to death! Uhhhh! Ahhhh! Cream, cream in my cunt! Shoot your come out now! Let me feel it going off in my cunt!"
Her cries mounted to a shrill, incoherent scream as the waves of orgiastic frenzy became a veritable storm of sensual wonder. Her cunt gasped and clutched at his prick with rapid contractions, registering every nuance of her vast delight, and then his balls surrendered their last morsel of restraint. Shouting with anticipation, he plunged harder into her waiting body and slammed his loins against her ass one last time.
Cathy cried out even louder upon feeling that telltale leap of his prick within her cunt. The rod swelled out abruptly, pulsing with the first contraction of orgiastic release, and then spat forth a thick, steaming blob of semen. The jet of come spattered directly against the mouth of her womb and stung her like fire. Writhing abruptly in response to that sudden stimulation, her body twisted and clung all the more fervently to her uncle's big prick. Her cunt clasped harder at the spouting tool, giving it additional friction, and her gyrations of lusty release further stimulated his seminal blast. Again and again his prick belched, each time spitting forth another thick, hot blob of come. Cathy jerked about in a mad frenzy of sexual ecstasy and fucked herself into a state of near collapse. Her brain dissolved into a red mist of primitive joy and she continued fucking, propelled by sheer animal instinct, until she had exhausted every vestige of sexual feeling in her lithe young body. Gradually she wilted and her hips slowed their churning. Kevin also slowed his frantic thrusts and then gave a long, trembling sigh of relief.
"God, I thought you were going to fuck my prick right off!" he muttered. "Mmmmm, you got it all, Cathy; you got every drop of it! I thought I was never going to stop shooting come!"
"I felt it," she replied in a soft, husky whisper. "Ooooh, did I ever! It was so good, so fucking good! I just loved it when you were shooting off so big and strong! There's nothing like that feeling in the whole world!"
Their ecstatic reverie was interrupted by Sven's shout from the living room. He saw Dan Hood's pickup turning into the lane leading to their house and gave the signal at once. His cry brought Cathy back to her senses with a rush and she quickly scrambled to her feet, looking around anxiously. Elaine, now fully recovered from Birgitta's spirited tongue-fucking, stood in the center of the kitchen and directed activity. She issued rapid-fire orders and sent everyone scurrying off, leaving her alone in the kitchen. She grabbed up a dishcloth, moistened it and rubbed at a blotch of sperm on the kitchen table. After hanging the cloth back in its place and surveying the room one last time, she went back to her own bedroom and began dressing.
Cathy had dashed off to her own bedroom, totally aghast at what she had done. The enormity of her deeds now bore in on her full strength. Sobered by Sven's announcement of her father's imminent arrival, she could now see that she had misbehaved in a terrible fashion. Once inside her room she dithered mindlessly, unable to decide what to do next. Elaine solved that problem by sticking her head in the door as she went by. The woman told her to take her time and to get completely dressed before appearing.
"I'll tell him you were sleeping late," she said. "You just take time to get your head together, hear?"
Cathy nodded a mute agreement and drew a deep breath. She screwed her eyes shut, shook her head and forced herself to settle down.
Fortunately for her, her father misunderstood her withdrawn, diffident attitude, taking it to mean that she was miffed about his missing her birthday dinner. Dan Hood, a gruff, thick-shouldered man in his mid-forties, obviously doted on his lovely young daughter and that extravagant affection had never been more marked than on that morning. Instead of winning her over, his tenderness and obvious regret for his absence only drove her further away from him, emphasizing as it did the disparity between his inflated opinion of her and what Cathy took to be her true self. Bitter at herself for having allowed her body to dominate her in the shameful, perverted way it had done, she mentally castigated herself and felt even more miserable when confronted with her father's goodness.
Dan took her aside and promised that they would spend a week in Jamaica as soon as the oil well had reached a stage where his presence was not required. He painted a glowing picture of the lush tropical island and assured her that she would enjoy every bit of it. Finally Cathy could stand his sorrow no longer and pretended to brighten up, though she felt even more ashamed of herself for her hypocritical behavior. As she went through the motions of playing the dutiful, affectionate daughter, her mind fastened on her behavior of that morning and the previous evening.
My God, how can I go on like this? she asked herself. He's killing himself to be nice to me and me, I've been acting like a cheap little whore! And the awful thing is, I really wanted to do all those things! Ohhhh, I can feel some more of Uncle Kevin's come seeping out of my pussy; the stuff's running down into my panties! It's getting all over me! Mmmm, what a sexy feeling!
Try as she would, she could not prevent that slow seepage from saturating the crotch of her panties. The warm wetness reminded her with vivid acuity of how that thick, viscous liquid had gotten into her cunt in the first place and the memory of her uncle's thick-shafted cock spearing deep into her cunt and then bursting into flooding life as it flooded her body with steaming love-dew made her flesh tingle with sensual anticipation once more. After enduring the torment for a few more minutes, she excused herself and went back to her bedroom. There she removed her jeans and panties, again dabbed at her pussy with a wad of tissue and rinsed out her soiled panties. Her excitement would not subside, however, and she could not prevent her hands from stealing down to the moist, hot lips of her pussy. Leaning against the wall of the bathroom, she surrendered to her body's imperious demands and masturbated with a cold, knowing precision that came from long experience. Massaging the lips of her pussy with her fingertips, she brought herself to a quick but exceedingly sharp climax, one that left her weak and bleary-eyed for a couple of moments.
After shaking off the after effects of the heady little thrill, she put on a fresh pair of panties, finished dressing again and rejoined her father. She arrived just in time to hear him telling Elaine and Kevin about some new developments at his well. Cathy had lived around oil men long enough to pick up some rudiments of geology and she gathered that the crew had drilled into a new kind of rock formation the night before, one which they had not expected to find in that location. Hood confessed bewilderment at the discovery and said that it could mean very good news or the opposite, depending on a host of supplementary factors which he did not understand.
"That's why I'm getting this pair of geologists out from Dallas," he said. "They'll be able to tell me a lot more about it."
"Wouldn't it be better to send some core samples into their lab?" Elaine asked. "I mean, isn't that what you usually do?"
"Sure," Hood agreed, "but when I talked to them this morning they said they were going to be in Hobbs tomorrow anyway, so it'd be just as easy for them to drive down here and check it out on the site. And if they need a lot of lab work, then they can take the samples back to Dallas with them."
An incorrigible optimist, Hood believed that the new and unsuspected strata of rock indicated very bright prospects for his well. He assured them all that the geologists' inspection of the core samples would bear out his contention and insisted that they celebrate by driving over to Roswell, some sixty miles away, for an elaborate dinner. It would also provide Cathy with a second birthday dinner, he said, and help make up for his absence the night before. The girl agreed, though she felt more miserable than ever at this new evidence of her father's goodness and concern for her.
CHAPTER 7
The geologists arrived much earlier than expected. Cathy answered the doorbell's ring at noon the next day and found herself looking at two deeply-tanned men. The older, a man of about forty, introduced himself as Weldon Formsbee.
"I'm with Lone Star Geology," he said. "This is Doug Holt, my assistant."
"Oh! I thought you were going to be here tomorrow!" Cathy said, recovering quickly. "Come on inside, won't you? I'm Cathy Hood."
"We were supposed to get here in the morning," Formsbee acknowledged, "but we finished up a lot sooner than we'd expected. So we just came on over."
"I'm glad you did," Cathy said. "Dad's been very anxious to see what you think about his drilling. I'll go get my stepmother and we'll drive you out to the rig, okay? Or would you rather get a room and go out tomorrow?"
"We might as well get started as soon as we can," Formsbee told her. "No sense in waiting around when we could be working."
Cathy found Elaine in the kitchen and told her of the visitors. Elaine came out, greeted them warmly and agreed to show them the way to the well. At her suggestion, Cathy rode with Doug in the geologists' car, following her and Formsbee in her station wagon. Cathy settled in beside the young man-he did not appear to be thirty and was very handsome in a wiry, leathery way-and found him to be an animated, engaging conversationalist. She also felt a strong sexual power flowing from him, a discovery that unsettled her to a considerable extent. She managed to hold up her end of the talk, though she knew that she must seem somewhat addle-minded at times, due to her discomfort at feeling herself being attracted to Holt.
The half-hour drive out to the well passed quickly enough. Formsbee and Holt carried small canvas satchels into the tool shed, where they changed into blue jeans, work shirts and scuffed boots. They donned hard hats upon leaving the tool shed and went over to the rig, where Dan Hood waited for them. Elaine and Cathy went over to the tool shed and rested in its minuscule shade.
"Mmmm, that Holt's quite a hunk, isn't he?" the woman said, giving Cathy a conspiratorial smile. "And with those jeans on, you can see that he's really well hung!"
Cathy said nothing to that, though she mentally agreed with her lewd-minded stepmother had an excellent point. She had not been aware of Dave's body, at least not to any noticeable extent, until he had emerged from the tool shed. The tight fitting jeans clung to his thighs and loins with stunning grace. Evidently he had doffed his underwear as well, because the large, prominent lump in the front of his jeans made it quite clear that only the thickness of blue denim hid his prick from view.
"If that first sight is any indication," Elaine continued, "he might even have more cock than Sven. Mmmm, wouldn't that be something to see? Or better yet, to feel? Just think about that, my dear!"
"Oh, he wouldn't be interested in me," Cathy protested. "You shouldn't say things like that!"
"I saw that look in his eyes," Elaine insisted. "Why, it wouldn't take very long before he was crawling all over you, Cathy! Yes, it wouldn't take much encouragement at all and he'd be dying to shove that big prick of his up your hot little cunt! You ought to think about it, dear. I doubt if you'll find a man hung like that just every day!"
Cathy turned away, embarrassed at the frankness of Elaine's conversation. She was never entirely sure, when the woman expressed herself in such frank language, whether she was serious or not. Even so, the notion remained firmly planted in her mind and continued to bother her. Dave had a much more mature air than Sven, for example, and that appealed to her. Boys her own age tended to bore her mightily and their desperate, inept fumbling with her body proved to be a great deal less than sexually exciting.
'You might as well head back in," Dan said to them after they had stood in the toolshed's shade for fifteen minutes. "Looks like they're going to be here a spell. And I reckon they can find their own way back into town. No sense in you two staying out here and getting all sunburned for nothing."
They accepted his advice and returned to their house. Dan had a perplexed expression when he returned that evening. The new rock strata, he reported, could mean either good news or bad and there was no really efficient way of determining which, apart from continuing to drill. Formsbee had been more skeptical, pointing out that the percentages indicated an absence of oil.
"That young feller, that Holt, he liked the looks of it a little more." Hood said. "He claimed the rock was a little off-color and that sounded good to him. Me, I just don't know which way to think."
"But meanwhile you keep drilling," Elaine said.
"Sure. It don't look bad enough to call it off," Hood replied. "They're sending the samples back to Dallas for some more tests. After that they can tell a little more about what we've got. I don't know, maybe I ought to take up that offer from the Royster people."
Royster Oil, a fairly large independent producer, had made Dan a respectable offer for his rights to the well. Accepting the offer would give him a small profit but it would also cut him off from the real wealth that would be his if the well came through. That "if" was becoming a potentially expensive word and he hated thinking about the possible cost to him of each of those two letters.
"Maybe you ought to take them up on the offer," Elaine suggested, repeating the position she had earlier taken. "Take what you can and settle for that."
"I just don't know," Hood said. "I got this feeling deep down inside my gut about that well. I can't help but think there's something there. No, I think I'll hang on for a while longer and see what happens next." Changing the subject, he added that he had invited Formsbee and Holt to the house for after dinner drinks, a statement that brought a sharp pang to Cathy's heart. She looked over at her stepmother and saw a devilish light glinting in the woman's eyes. Knowing what the woman was thinking, she blushed slightly but refused to rise to the bait.
Formsbee proved to be only too willing to spend the evening retailing oil business gossip, a topic very close to Dan Hood's heart. Holt contributed a little to the conversation but soon dropped out, focusing his attention on Cathy. They drifted into the kitchen, where they sat by the table and moved on to other subjects. Cathy felt her panties growing damp as she sat and listened to the engaging young man, drawing him out with artfully phrased questions that enabled her to learn a great deal about him.
Doug Holt had wavered between law and geology throughout undergraduate school at the University of Oklahoma. He had even tried a year of law school and then settled on geology; the latter gave him more chance to be outdoors, he said, and that fact had decided the matter for him. He had been working for the consulting firm three years, he said, and intended setting up his own firm within the next two years. He was not a company man, he told her, and he much preferred being hi own boss.
"How about you?" he said. "What's in your future?"
"I don't know," Cathy replied. "As soon as finish up this correspondence course and get my diploma I'm going to have to decide on something I'm pretty sure it won't be college, though."
"And you're just sixteen!" Holt marveled "Man, you could have fooled me! I'd have sworn you were twenty or twenty-one!"
Cathy was used to that. Perhaps it was her absence from other girls her own age, or being around grownups so much, that accounted for her mature air, she thought, but in any case people generally guessed her to be five or six years older than she actually was.
"And I was just trying to get my nerve up to ask you out for dinner!" he said, grinning broadly.
"You needn't worry about that," she told him "I've often gone out with men older than me. Dad doesn't mind, not as long as he trusts and likes them."
"All right, if you say so," he said, giving her another of those thoroughly engaging grins. "How about going out with me after we get back? I'm assuming that we'll be back in the neighborhood in a week or so, you understand."
"I'd love to," she told him. "Just let me know when you get here!" She felt a warm glow of pride as they went back into the living room to rejoin the others.
Holt and Formsbee were to leave early the next morning. They planned to drive to Hobbs, where they would meet a company plane for their return to Dallas. Dan Hood rose early the next morning and drove out to his well. As far as Cathy could see, the geologists' preliminary report gave him no reason to be cheerful, but he kissed her goodbye that morning with all his customary gusto and got into his pickup, smiling broadly.
The telephone call came just after noon. Cathy and Elaine were sitting down to a light lunch when the telephone rang. Cathy answered it since she was nearest the instrument and was thus the recipient of the news. The foreman of the drilling crew, a man she had known since childhood, gulped at hearing her voice but he went ahead. Dan Hood, he told her, had apparently had a heart attack a half hour before and none of the crew's attempts to save him had had any effect on his stilled heart.
"We just done all we could but there wasn't nothing more to do," the gruff, hard-handed man told her. "I sure am sorry about it."
Cathy thanked him in a numbed voice and hung up. Turning to Elaine, she barely managed to blurt out the news before she completely collapsed. The two women consoled each other as best they could. Distraught though she was, Cathy managed to see that Elaine's grief was genuine, a fact that surprised her considerably. She would not have expected that from her stepmother, especially since she had witnessed the woman's readiness to engage in bizarre sexual acts with several other people.
"I know, you think I'm just a whore because I've played all those fuck-and-suck games with Ken and Kevin and the others," Elaine said, drying her eyes, "but damn it, your father was an awfully good man! I did love him! It wasn't his fault that I ... well, that I wanted more sex than he could give me!"
Cathy saw that Elaine probably had loved her father, though not in the way that she had been taught to expect that a wife should love her husband. That discovery sobered her and, somehow, helped her to bear her own grief more easily. Later that afternoon they recognized that they would have to begin making arrangements for Hood's funeral, a task which could not be evaded. Cathy's father had only one living relative, so far as they knew; this was a much older sister who had been living in a Seattle nursing home for the last four years. Thus the arrangements could be kept to a minimum and they were spared a considerable amount of anguish.
"Look, it happened and while I never for one second wished for anything like his death," Elaine told her one afternoon, "we can't bring him back. I would if I could but you and I know we can't. I say we've got to toughen ourselves up and go ahead with living. And I sort of think that's the way Dan would have wanted it, too!"
Elaine helped by seeing to it that Cathy had plenty of duties to fulfill, not only around their house but also in connection with the drilling rig. The crew had taken off a full twenty-four hours out of respect for their boss, as well as closing down on the morning of the funeral, but everyone saw that the drilling had to continue. Cathy quickly learned that there were a million errands to be run, chores to be performed, in connection with the complex operation and she was given her share of the work.
Elaine proved to be a surprisingly capable businesswoman. Unfamiliar with the oil business before her marriage to Dan Hood, she had evidently picked up a great deal from him and showed that she was nobody's fool when it came to directing the men. Within a week of her late husband's funeral, she was in the oil business up to her ears, as was Cathy, and they both found it fascinating. She spent nearly an hour every day in long conversations with Weldon Formsbee, the consulting geologist hired to analyze the core samples, and soon announced that Formsbee and Doug Holt would arrive in a couple of days.
"They're going to be up in Hobbs again," Elaine explained, "and it seemed easy enough for them to run down here. They'll probably stay overnight and leave late the next day."
Cathy felt a tremor of interest run through her body at the thought of seeing Holt again. She clearly remembered the way he had affected her during their earlier meeting, as well as the surprising interest he had shown in her, and she could not deny that she looked forward to his visit. The press of the work had been so heavy that she had had little time to think about her sexual needs and she had gone several days without giving more than a passing thought to the normally volatile, insatiable slit between her thighs.
Formsbee and Holt arrived at noon. Cathy met them at her house, since Elaine had gone out to the well to check the arrival of some additional equipment, and she directed them to the well. The geologists took time enough to express their condolences for her father's death, and Doug Holt suggested that she join him for dinner that night. She hesitated only a second before accepting the invitation and afterward spent a good bit of time in reflecting on the way his deep blue eyes had fastened on her when he had extended the invitation.
He likes me, I'm sure he does, she told herself that afternoon. The way he was looking at me, a guy doesn't look at a girl like that unless she turns him on! But me? Could he really get interested in me? Mightn't I be too young for him? And what would he think if he knew that I wasn't ... that I'd been doing all those terrible things with Sven and Birgitta and Kevin and . and all of them? God, he'd think I was just awful, I know he would! Ooooh, he's such a hunk; if he'd asked me I think I'd have gone down on him right there!
Her encounter with Doug Holt had been traumatic in the extreme. Even with Formsbee sitting in the same room with them she had felt a compelling desire for the handsome man and had he attempted to touch her she would no doubt have surrendered on the spot. As soon as the pair had left-they had declined her offer to guide them, explaining that they remembered the way well enough-the girl retired to her bedroom. There she stripped off every article of clothing and made for her bed, where she spent nearly an hour in stroking, rubbing and caressing her turbulent pussy. Again and again she brought herself to orgasm, heaving and rubbing against her fingers with seemingly insatiable desire, but she could never attain the state of total satiation which her body demanded.
Thus, when Holt drove by that evening to collect her for the dinner date, Cathy was still in a state of sexual desire that gnawed and burned relentlessly. Her pussy and breasts ached dully, constantly reminding her of her unfulfilled desires, and a steady trickle of clear, slippery musk coursed from the tingling lips of her pussy. She felt that even the slightest touch would turn the embers of lusty fever into a raging, roaring inferno that would consume her within a second, yet she hungered for exactly that touch. She knew that Holt would need only a single caress, perhaps even a look and a suggestive phrase, and she would melt completely, leaving herself completely defenseless and open to him.
CHAPTER 8
Holt proved to be a very winning companion and almost succeeded in putting Cathy entirely at her ease during the meal. She could never quite rid herself completely of that nagging itch between her thighs, however, and she constantly remained on edge. He touched her hand or arm a few times during the drive to the restaurant and as they were dining. On each occasion she felt a powerful, driving surge of excitement pulse through her nervous system and she knew that she would never be able to palm herself off as the innocent, demure young girl she would have liked to be, at least in his eyes. After the meal, when they had walked out to the parking lot, he paused for a moment before opening the car door for her.
"Earlier on I'd thought maybe we could go somewhere and dance or listen to music," he said, turning to her in the semi-darkness of the parking lot. "But now I ... well, I might as well be honest: I'd most of all like to go to bed with you!"
Cathy gasped and shuddered daintily upon hearing the words. She had been hoping for exactly that and now that the wish had been made explicit she could not find the words she had been framing in her mind all evening. Doug solved the problem for her by stepping closer and putting his hand on her bare arm. That touch, light and gentle but dynamically moving, proved to be even more effective than his words and she swayed against him. He opened his arms and put them about her, crushing her to him. She lifted her mouth to his and they kissed, a long moment of near-ecstasy for her, and she pressed her youthful breasts hard against his chest. His tongue probed lightly at her lips and she opened her mouth to return the caress. Their tongues met and fused together, melting and throbbing with overwhelming sensuality. Cathy pressed harder against him and felt his prick rising in his trousers, growing and stiffening in a way that made her tortured, overwrought pussy throb even more markedly.
"D-d-does that answer you?" she whispered when their lips parted.
He answered by grinning warmly and opening the car door for her. They sped away from the restaurant and into the night. As he drove, Doug mentioned that Formsbee, his partner, had accepted a dinner invitation from Elaine, which Cathy had not known-they had left their house before Elaine had returned-and he suggested that they go back to his motel room. Cathy agreed, of course, and settled down beside him for the short ride. Formsbee's room appeared to be dark, Doug said after examining the short row of rooms, and Cathy got out of the car.
Once inside the motel room she again turned to him, this time with a much more purposeful air. During the ride, she had cleared her mind of any doubts and had confirmed herself on her purpose. She had decided that if Doug wanted a naive, virginal girl, he would shortly discover his error and then she would know the extent of his disappointment. Until that time, she intended enjoying herself to the utmost.
They stood just inside the closed door and kissed again. She could feel his cock more clearly now; the instrument had attained its full growth, she guessed, and it pressed against her lower belly with a steady force that made the lips of her pussy throb steadily. His hands moved down her back and spread over her buttocks. He seemed to gather her up in his hands and gather her closer to his loins, all the while working his tongue back and forth in her mouth and making her think all the more vividly of the way his prick would slip in and out of her frothing cunt.
"God, I want you!" he whispered, bringing his lips closer to her ear. "All the time we were eating dinner I couldn't think of anything but going down on you!"
"Mmmm, you make it sound delicious!" she replied. "Er, is that why you passed up the dessert?"
"Sure it was," he agreed. "I was hoping you'd have something sweet to offer me!"
"I do!" Cathy said, fighting hard to keep her voice more or less under control. "Oh, do I ever! Well ... come to think of it, maybe it isn't sweet. But it sure is wet and juicy! Maybe I'd better go wash off, huh?"
"Like hell!" he told her. "That's when it's best!"
He led her over near the bed and began un dressing her. She had not worn a bra and when her breasts appeared from under her dress he sucked in a quick breath of air. She could see that he found her modestly-proportioned breasts very attractive and that reassurance gave her a very solid satisfaction. When she was stripped down to her lacy, skimpily-cut bikini panties, he stepped back to admire her physical perfection. Basking in the warm glow of his eyes, Cathy felt her body becoming more highly charged with sexual desire.
"Let me see you too!" she murmured, shyly glancing at him. She could see that his cock had formed a huge bulge in the front of his trousers and gave every indication of being perfectly immense. "I like to watch too, you know!"
He quickly stripped. Peeling his briefs down, his prick was depressed by tight garment, then flipped free and sprang up to smack smartly against his belly. When the big shaft slowed its rigorous swing, it tilted up several degrees above the horizontal and poked out menacingly. It was, Cathy quickly saw, every bit as long as Sven's big tool and even thicker. The head, especially, was more prominent and crowned the thick shaft like a gigantic mushroom. It swelled out his foreskin-he was not circumcised-until the skin was stretched tight. His balls dangled enticingly and seemed to stretch the maroon-colored sack almost to his knees, or so she thought at her first glance.
"Ooooh, so big!" she whispered. Moving toward him, she stretched out a hand and grazed the thick, rigid shaft with the tips of her fingers. Her touch, very tentative at first, quickly became bolder and then her fingers wrapped themselves around the hot length of muscle. "Mmmm, it's bigger than anything I ever saw before!"
Doug said nothing, though she could see that he enjoyed the way she was holding him. Incredibly powerful emanations of sensuality flowed from his cock through her hand and into her nervous system, infecting her with his own sexual excitement as well as her own. She moved closer to him, keeping her right hand firmly locked in place, and then steered the head of his prick up against her belly. She touched the thick, arrow-like head to her abdomen, moved it about and then brought it down to her thighs. Due to the power of his erection, she found it difficult to force the stubborn shaft down to the proper angle but she managed to scrape the thick head over the inner flesh of her thighs. The charges of erotic energy continued to flow into her body and she could feel her cunt and womb being stretched tighter and tighter as the tension mounted within her loins.
"Put it between your legs," he suggested. "Just enough to feel it, that's all! I want to feel it up against your pussy!"
Cathy had been contemplating just that but had hesitated, knowing that she would never be able to stand the feel of his prick against the lips of her pussy. Already she was hovering on the brink of a climax, merely from seeing his naked cock and feeling its manly strength against her belly and thighs; the effect of brushing its hot, iron-hard surface against her clitoris, or the lips of her pussy, would be drastic and quick, she knew all too well.
"I ... I want to," she said, "but I think I'd come as soon as I felt it against me!"
"Well, that's what it's all about, isn't it?" he asked. "Go on, if you'd like to-I think I'd really get a bang out of feeling you get off!"
"No!" she blurted out. "I mean ... well, this first time, I'd rather wait till I feel it ... you know, going in, all that!"
He looked at her for a moment, apparently measuring the extent of her sexual arousal with his eyes. Then he asked her if she was sure that she would be able to come as soon as she felt his prick against her feverish slit. She choked out an admission that this was so; in fact, she went on, she felt as though she might succumb at any moment to the tempestuous forces playing through her body. Doug smiled tenderly and asked her if she would rather be on the bed, at which invitation she immediately threw herself upon its surface. She moved carefully, since she felt that any sudden movement, particularly one that would deal out an unexpected stimulation of her pudenda, would probably initiate a chain reaction of lustful response. She did not want that, not without having him against her and with the head of that magnificent cock pressed firmly into place between the lips of her pussy.
"Show it to me!" he murmured, crawling onto the bed and positioning himself at her feet. "Let me see it for a minute before we start! God, there's nothing that turns me on more than looking at a hot pussy!"
Hers was certainly hot, Cathy reflected as she lay back and spread her thighs wide apart. She had spent enough time in examining herself, using an artfully positioned hand mirror, to know exactly what he was seeing. She had never before been so thoroughly aroused, so intensely eager for sexual release, but she imagined that her slit would not look greatly different. The outer lips, she knew, would be swollen and dark with lust's infusion of hot blood and the inner lips would probably have grown to at least twice their normal size. As he pressed her thighs apart, she could feel the outer lips peeling apart to expose the inner fold of feminine sex-flesh. Her long period of excitement had naturally generated a rich, hearty flow of cunty lubricant and the entire area would be glistening with sensual ointment, she guessed. The slippery stuff sometimes acted rather like glue, almost sealing the slit together, but it parted easily enough when her opened thighs exerted pressure on the fold.
The inner lips would be flushed a dark pink and would hang down like slices of an over-ripe fruit. She well knew the way the lips described a sensual curve, angling upward to an apex which concealed the rock-like nub of her clitoris. A small but definitely perceptible trickle of clear oil would probably be coursing down from the juncture of the lips, making its way between the trembling cheeks of her ass and slipping over the taut, puckered eye of her anus before disappearing into the crack between her buttocks.
"It's beautiful!" Doug whispered. "Ohhhh, it's just out of sight!"
"I ... sometimes I wish I had more hair," Cathy muttered. "I mean, so it would look more grownup, you know? And ... and it's always so wet and all!"
"Hey, it's just the way it ought to be!" he told her. "So what if you're turned on? That's the best way for a woman to be, I think! No kidding, it's really a beautiful thing, sitting here and looking at you like this! Man, I think I could just dive into that and eat you forever!"
His praise made Cathy writhe with delight. As his eyes bored steadily into the most sensitive part of her body, she could feel the power of that gaze. It was almost a physical thing, as though he were running his hands over the proud, fiercely stirred flesh between her thighs, and she could feel her clitoris beginning to throb more heavily than ever. She would have liked to spread the lips of her pussy apart, enabling him to look directly into the eye of her cunt, but she knew that the slightest touch would set her off and that she would begin to climax without even having enjoyed the slightest touch from him.
Doug recognized the extent of her arousal and loyally cooperated with her. He stretched himself out over her quivering, expectant body and invited her to bring the head of his cock down against her pussy. She did so, stretching out a trembling hand, and hesitating only a moment before pressing the bulbous head of his big prick into place. She did not attempt to spread the lips of her pussy so as to bring his cock directly into conjunction with the rim of her cunt; that was not necessary, due to the inordinate amount of excitement she had already undergone. The slit was abundantly lubricated with her cunt's incessant outpouring of slippery oil and readily parted to admit the broad tip of the swollen, heated instrument.
Cathy gasped with amazement at the first thrilling contact and surged upward, pressing her loins against him with eager insistence. At first she felt nothing more than a paralyzing sheet of pure agony, but that quickly turned into an overwhelming flood of pleasure. Her sensations multiplied within her cunt and radiated outward until every inch of her lithe young body reverberated with sexual delight. There was nothing orgasmic about that initial reaction, however, and she felt as though her cunt were somehow being inflated far beyond the point of all endurance.
Doug pressed harder against her and she felt, with a vivid clarity that went beyond anything she had ever known before, that broad, flaring head slipping into the tight, reluctantly yielding rim of her cunt. It was almost as though she were watching his cock penetrate her flesh at the exact moment that she experienced its awesomely delicious presence. Even though she knew that such a possibility was absurd, the simile struck her as totally accurate. He fucked that beautifully engorged prick into her cunt slowly and made no attempt at delivering the cunt-splitting thrust which she had been expecting. At first she found this delicacy to be disconcerting but she quickly adjusted to his method and then found it to be far more exhilarating than any she had known before.
Cathy hooked her heels behind his calves and tightened the grip of her thighs against his. She twisted her hips down, rotating them around the axis of his barely penetrating prick, and brought the tip of her lustfully inflated clitoris against the rigid, unyielding shaft of his cock. That contact loosed the floodtides of orgiastic frenzy within her loins and she shrieked aloud, stung by the sweeping burst of delicious pleasure that turned her cunt into a convulsively twitching mechanism of joy.
"Unngghhhhh! Agghhhhh!" she howled, quivering mightily under the sting of orgiastic madness. "Omigod, you're fucking me to death! Annnngghhhh! Ooooh, I feel it, I feel it all over! Aiiiieeeee!"
Doug might well have seized that moment to deliver the hearty thrust but still he held back. Instead of prying open the girl's fantastically clutching cunt with a long stroke that would have sent his prick slithering far into the inner reaches of that hot, tight receptacle, he held himself perfectly still. This commendable restraint allowed Cathy to provide herself with exactly the right amount of stimulation; the fact that she herself initiated her body's own pleasure gave her even more delight. She was also thus provided with a continuous rate of stimulation, one that she regulated herself, and this fact greatly intensified her climax.
Again and again her clitoris pulsed, each time sending out fiercely thrilling radiations of orgiastic response. Her cunt and womb pulsed heavily and as she twisted about in an absolute ecstasy of pleasure, Doug bent down to bring his lips to bear against her rock-hard, lustfully swollen nipple. The touch of his mouth, the way he gently nibbled at her superbly titillated breast, made her climax infinitely more powerful. Surging upward with her hips, she forced the mouth of her cunt to slide further down upon his cock and that final penetration sent her into a long, shuddering paroxysm of delirious agony. She felt herself slipping into a deep, swirling well of darkness and knew nothing more.
When she came back to her senses, she found Doug still poised over her. Nothing had changed, except that he had lifted his mouth from her breast and was now looking down tenderly at her. She smiled, blinked to clear her vision and wrapped her arms abound his neck.
"Mmmm, I thought I was dying!" she murmured. "I never felt it like that, not ever! Oooooh, I thought it would last forever! Is my cunt still there? I feel just ... numb all over!"
"It's there," he told her. "Wow, is it ever there! I never felt a cunt as tight as yours, Cathy, not ever! So tight and hot! It's almost like you were jacking me off, that's what it feel like!"
"I'll jack you off," she promised, "But some other time, huh? I mean, I'd really love to get you off like that, so I could see the come shooting out! But not this time, right? Yeah, I want to feel you going off inside-right where you are! That's what I want most of all, for right now!"
"Okay, that's what I want to," Doug said. "Why don't you jack me off with your cunt? Think you could do it?"
"I can sure try," she promised. "Like this, you mean?"
With that she sucked in a deep breath, clenched her abdomen as tight as possible and ground her hips against his prick. About half that magnificent tool had pierced her cunt, giving her plenty of leverage, and she quivered with joy as she felt her flesh rotating around that massive, meaty spike. Suddenly she understood what Doug had meant; it seemed to her that her cunt had become a third hand and was incredibly responsive to her every wish. She manipulated her cunt with marvelous ease and whipped it back and forth along the slippery, musk-moistened rod which had dealt out such fantastic thrills. She consciously sought to return that wondrous favor and bent herself to give full service.
"Mmmm, I can feel that!" he whispered as she squirmed about and managed to get her mouth against his nipple. She gently closed her teeth over the slight projection and continued writhing about in a way that brought superb stimulation to his prick. "God, it's better than anything I ever felt! Just keep it up like that and ... ugghhhh! Oohhhhh! Aurrrgghhhhh!"
The orgiastic response took him by surprise and rocketed through his balls with incredible rapidity. Sensing that his body had taken over and was not wet on an irreversible course that could have only one result, he threw his previous restraint aside. Shuddering and groaning, he slowly pressed his prick deeper into Cathy's toughly resisting cunt. Her youthful body provided him with a tough, highly stimulating target and he took full advantage of that treat.
The first spasm of sensual release pulsed through his cock like a high-powered charge of electricity, causing the big, thick tool to throb with virile energy. That first spasm brought no sperm from his prick but the second released a mighty jet of hot, lust-thickened cream that burst directly against the tenderly aroused walls of her cunt. Withdrawing slightly and moaning deep in his throat at the overwhelming joy the surge brought him, he thrust into her again. His first orgasmic spurt had coated that inner tunnel with the viscous cream, which was, of course highly slippery, and the erotic lubricant facilitated his prick's drive into the deeper recesses of her cunt. Another rocket-like jet of semen burst forth and he plunged farther into her body.
Cathy continued to grind her ass about under him and to make her cunt slip around the skewering rod it contained. She felt his ejaculation with breathtaking clarity; the powerful spurts of hot come and the heavy throbs of his cock made her own senses reel with frantic desire. She could feel her cunt racing madly, preparing itself for another burst of climactic frenzy, and she deliberately sought to satisfy herself once more.
Grunting and panting heavily, she began fucking at him with all the power she could muster. Her senses tensed, as did her muscles, and each convulsive throb of his prick, with the attendant jet of steaming sperm, further aroused her youthful flesh. Within seconds she felt herself teetering on the brink of sweet delirium and then she gave one last quivering tilt of her hips. His cock's thick, arrow-shaped head nosed against the mouth of her womb and triggered the reaction she sought.
"Annngghh-owwww!" she howled, shaking drastically as the orgasm quickly flowered within her body. "Omigod, I'm coming again, I'm already doing it! Ugghhh! Fuck me, fuck me harder! Drive it home, all the way in! Ohhh, do it harder! Unngghhh! Ahhhhh! Ooooohhh! Fuck me now!"
Doug hardly heard her frantic, heartfelt plea, though he did not need to hear it. Caught up in the grip of orgasmic lust, he wanted only a continuation of that beautiful oblivion and he instinctively sought it in the most natural way, by continuing to thrust in and out of her throbbing hole. His prick flashed back and forth within her cunt like a giant piston, propelled by the combustion of his climax, and the ensuing friction gave her exactly the proper stimulation she needed.
She had already been deeply stirred by the unmatched ferocity of his seminal discharge, which surpassed any she had felt before, and the snorting, bull-like noises he made as he fucked assured her that he found the sensation to be a truly pleasing one. Now, with his cock slithering back and forth in her exquisitely aroused cunt, slamming deep at every stroke, she felt herself being once more pushed into sweet delirium. As he pressed hard, forcing the head of his cock into the taut mouth of her womb, she ground the lips of her pussy against the base of that fearfully-stiffened prong. She felt the wiry, matted fur surrounding that tool scrape against her tender flesh and grind down upon her clitoris. At a less critical time the sensation would have been much too cruel for her to have borne it; at that exact moment, however, she wanted only the strongest and most overwhelming kind of stimulation. She felt his balls slide over her anus, providing her with yet another source of sexual pleasure, and then her consciousness slipped away, overcome by a red mist of fervent orgasmic release.
Cathy gradually drifted back into an awareness of her surroundings and discovered that she was now being pressed down into the bed. Doug lay over her, limp and gasping for breath. Ordinarily she would have found his weight oppressive but at that moment she welcomed his limp, exhausted form. She gladly bore his weight and found it to be another source of the deepest satisfaction.
"I don't think I ever came as hard as that!" Doug finally whispered into her ear. "Man, it was like you were just sucking the come out of my prick! And it just went on and on and on till ... well, I'd be surprised if there's anything left of my balls!"
"Oh, they're still there," she assured him. "I can feel them rubbing against my asshole! No, don't move-I like to feel them like that! Mmmm, ever so sexy! And I'll bet it won't be long till they're charged up again!"
"You might be right," he agreed. "Especially if you were to ... well, you know, do some things to bring them back to life quicker! Damn, I'm going to hate taking you home tonight, I really am! I'd like to spend about a week here in bed with you!"
"Me too," she whispered. "And I'll do everything to you, I swear I will! Wow, if we were to stay here that long ... what'd we do for food? I know, we'd eat each other! Ohh, Doug, that's a bad joke, I know it is, but I'm dying to go down on you! I hope I can get those balls full of come again because I really want to feel you going off in my mouth!"
Doug found it hard to believe that a sixteen-year-old girl could really be as sexually accomplished as Cathy, though he certainly had no intention of denying her any pleasure she might want. He learned soon enough that she had meant every word about her desires and she did not show the slightest hesitation in popping his prick into her mouth as soon as he had slipped it out of her cunt and had fallen on his back beside her.
Her tongue's artful persuasion soon inspired him with new desire and she readily mounted him, reversing herself to bring her pussy into easy range of his lips, when he suggested that she do so. He devoured that wet, come-smeared slit with a commendable avidity and quickly had her heaving about in the throes of another climax. She reached two more of those bone-melting explosions before she succeeded in coaxing an answering response from his long, thick tool but the effort was worth it; she felt a sense of the utmost pleasure sweeping over her entire body when that big rod began thumping and heaving in her mouth and expelling its load of salty, bittersweet semen.
Doug lay quietly under her after emptying his balls into her mouth. After a long silence, he stirred himself and looked at his bedside travelling clock. Seeing that the hour had almost approached midnight, he began making preparations for taking her home, a development not at all to Cathy's liking. She quickly saw that she could not resist too strenuously, lest she find herself forced into explanations about her stepmother's unusual attitudes. Elaine, she knew, would not object if she stayed the entire night with Doug, but how was she to get this across to Doug without betraying herself, and Elaine too, as a profligate of the most depraved sort? Surrendering to the inevitable, she nodded her acquiescence and began dressing.
"All right," she said as she pulled up her panties and tugged them into place over her battered, sorely used pussy. "You can take me home but you needn't think it's going to end here! You're not making a one-night stand out of me!"
"No, there'll be other times," he promised her. "I don't know how I'm going to manage it but there'll be lots more good times for us! I can guarantee you that much!"
CHAPTER 9
Formsbee's car was parked beside his motel unit when Cathy and Doug left. His room was dark but that did not surprise them; with the hour very near midnight hardly anyone in the small town was awake. Elaine had left the porch light turned on and Cathy said goodbye to Doug in his car. They exchanged one last, passionately charged kiss and he promised to call her as often as possible during his absence.
Cathy let herself into the house and locked the door behind her. She stood beside the door for a moment to let her eyes adjust to the darkness and then went to her bedroom. No sooner had she turned into the hallway, however, then she heard a sound that brought her to a quick stop. The sound came from the guest bedroom and she easily identified it as the noise made by a woman in an extreme state of sexual agony.
My God, she's already at it! the girl at once thought. Dad's not been buried a week, hardly, and she's already getting her cunt stuffed by somebody else! Ohhh, what a bitch she is!
Flaming with righteous indignation against her stepmother and conveniently forgetting the fact that she had just spent a delirious three hours, almost, in bed with a highly virile man, Cathy stalked down the hallway to the slightly opened doorway which emitted a thin wedge of light. She pushed the door open and walked inside.
Instead of finding her stepmother in bed with Ken, Kevin or Sven, as she had expected, she saw first of all a strange form, obviously masculine but certainly not a man she had expected to see there. Nor was it Elaine who lay beneath him with her legs wrapped around his hips; Birgitta lay there and was very clearly being fucked to within an inch of her endurance! Elaine knelt beside the couple and was in the act of working a long, cigar-shaped vibrator into the man's asshole.
"Oh, hi!" Elaine said, looking up with only a hint of surprise. "C'mon in! You're just in time to help!"
Cathy gaped dumbly at the entwined figures and her stepmother. Totally surprised at finding a stranger in the room, she could not bring herself to speak for a moment or two. Then she recognized the man: it was "Weldon Formsbee! He twisted his balding, deeply-tanned head about to look at her and showed a sign of recognition but he never once ceased his relentless thrusting, nor did Birgitta interrupt the easy rocking motion of her well-turned hips. Elaine continued working the vibrator back and forth between the cheeks of his ass as she watched Cathy; her free hand was thrust between her thighs and she was caressing the lips of her pussy with slow, gentle strokes that indicated her own arousal.
Cathy felt her resentment evaporating rapidly.
The extended lovemaking session with Doug had not completely erased the gnawing hungers in her womb and the sight of this obscenely-linked triad quickly turned those hungers into much more strongly-felt needs. She opened her mouth to voice her anger at Elaine but found that she could not speak.
My God, I'm going to do it! she told herself, realizing with a sinking sensation of disgust. Ohhhh, I can't help it, I'm going to do it! I'll hate myself afterward but I'm going to do it, I know I am!
Moaning softly, she advanced further into the room and began fumbling with the front of her I dress. The garment was quickly tossed aside and she kicked off her sandals, so that she was standing before them clad only in her skimpy bikini panties. Elaine watched her closely, though she continued to manipulate the vibrator in Formsbee's anus, and then smiled warmly. Bringing her hand from between her thighs, she extended it to Cathy and beckoned the girl toward her.
"Come here, darling," she purred. "Let me feel of you-mmmmm, yes, just as I thought! You've been fucking with that divine Holt fellow! Yes, I can see the marks of it in your eyes and if that weren't enough, I can feel the wetness on the crotch of your panties! Mmmm, that feels so good, rubbing you there, feeling his come seeping out of you!"
Cathy realized with a start that, during the ride home, a prodigious quantity of Doug's sperm had leaked from her pussy and that her panties were now saturated with the rich cream. Elaine had thrust her hand between her thighs and felt the steamy garment, murmuring ecstatically, and Cathy felt her body zooming up onto another plateau of highly-charged sexual feeling. In spite of herself she clasped her thighs about Elaine's hand and pressed herself more firmly against that welcome hardness.
"Take your panties off," Elaine suggested after a moment. "How was it with him? Is he as big as he appears to be?"
"Beautiful!" Cathy whispered, flushing brightly. She moved away from the woman and quickly stepped out of her panties, handing them to her. "And yes, he's really big! Mmmmm, just heavenly!"
"Just wait till you get a peek at what he's got," Elaine said, nodding to the vigorously active Formsbee. She fondled the girl's sodden panties for a moment and then lifted them to her nostrils. "Ahhhh, what a totally sexual scent that is! Yes, Cathy, there's nothing like the scent of freshly fucked cunt to bring those ideas back once more!"
Cathy's body hummed with stronger vibrations of sexual anticipation as she watched her stepmother breathe deeply, sucking the raw odor of sperm and cunty oils deep into her nostrils. The fact that the woman could draw sexual stimulation from the wet garment affected her powerfully and her clitoris throbbed harder than ever. After sniffing again at the crotch of the panties, Elaine handed them over to Birgitta, who had reached out for them. The woman held the provocative garment to her own nostrils and Formsbee buried his face in the wet nylon, grunting heavily as he did so.
"Would you like to eat her pussy out?" Birgitta asked him. "She's just come back from a red-hot fucking session and her pussy's still wet with his come! Would that excite you more, darling? Would that make your balls grow bigger with lust? More eager to flood my own cunt with more of that spunk?"
Birgitta's accent was more pronounced now and Cathy knew that she was highly aroused, though she did not appear to be anywhere near getting herself an orgasm. She always claimed to enjoy a man's thrusting action and swore that at times the sensations were every bit as enjoyable as a climax. Cathy had at first found that difficult to believe but she was beginning to come around to a somewhat similar view herself. Thus it was entirely possible that Birgitta might be deriving a deep and lasting pleasure from Formsbee's steady driving; certainly the man himself gave every indication of liking the feel of her cunt around his prick.
"Yes, what about that?" Elaine asked him. "She has the sweetest cunt I've ever tasted and oh! is she ever responsive! If she felt your tongue going up that little hole, I'm sure she'd nearly squeeze it off for you!"
Cathy directed a resentful look at her stepmother but Elaine showed no remorse whatever at volunteering her for the role. Formsbee declared that the smell of her semen-laden panties had a markedly erotic effect and that he would be only too happy to tongue-fuck her while he was whipping his prick in and out of Birgitta's hot cunt.
"Elaine smiled and suggested an alternative, one which he found even more to his liking. She pointed out to him that it would be possible for him to enjoy all three of them at once with only slight adjustments in their postures, a proposal which excited his attention more than ever.
"You get on your back," she told him, "and Birgitta can get over you and .fuck herself from the top. Then Cathy can straddle your face and you can work on her like that. Yes, I think it would be even better if you excited her nipples, too! Suppose she were to wet them in my pussy before you sucked them? Would that taste of my cunt make them even more attractive?"
Cathy felt her blood turn into a boiling mass within her veins as she listened to Elaine's abandoned suggestion. The mere thought of caressing the woman's pussy with her nipples was fantastically arousing but the added feature, of transferring Elaine's richly sensual pussy juices to Formsbee's mouth, excited her even more. Elaine read the agreement in her eyes and, grinning broadly, pulled the vibrator from the man's ass. She cast it aside and lay back to elevate her knees. Her rump swung upward and that marvelously erotic slit appeared between her long, slender thighs. She reached down to part the lips and, as Cathy watched, the rim of her cunt appeared. Evidently Formsbee had already discharged his balls in her earlier; the entire surface of her vulva glinted wetly and a slight, pearly trickle of semen appeared in the gaping mouth of that utterly sensual prick-holder.
Moaning softly, Cathy bent over the woman's hips and directed her nipples down against that opened slit. The warmth and wetness of Elaine's flesh reacted powerfully upon her, turning her desire into an even more flagrant thing, and she purred with delight as she rubbed her tender, highly excited nipples back and forth along that wet trench. Elaine's eyes closed in ecstasy as she felt the sensual touch of the girl's nipples and she rolled her hips slightly, making her cunt rub even more effectively against those small, dark cones of lustily aroused flesh.
When Cathy straightened up, her breasts had been transformed into emblems of raw, primitive sexuality. Formsbee's eyes narrowed as he beheld that luscious sight and his thick lips spread in a smile of pure anticipation. He had already rolled onto his back and Birgitta was now preparing to mount him once more. Cathy looked down and saw that his cock bore an amazing resemblance to its possessor; like Formsbee's body, his prick was short-perhaps no more than six inches in length-but ferociously thick. To Cathy's young eyes, the tool looked perfectly immense and she was certain that it was at least as big around as her own forearm, perhaps even larger. It was the most awesome-looking thing she had ever seen and she could feel her pussy actually moving with renewed energy as she watched it disappear between the lips of Birgitta's mature slit.
"Ah, he can really stretch a woman out," Elaine told her. "When he put it in me the first time, I thought he was ripping my cunt in two! I tried to get that wonderful thing in my ass but ... well, I just couldn't stand the pain! No other man has ever been too big for me but he's just too much, at least for that kind of action!"
"Yes, he's huge!" Birgitta agreed. "I couldn't take him either, not in my rear. But oh, does it ever feel good in my cunt! Mmmm, I've been riding him for an hour, almost, and I don't know how many times he's made me come!"
"Just keep it up," Formsbee told her, "and you'll get another load out of me yet! Especially if that little girl's half as good as you say she is. Here, lean down here, honey, and let me lick the cunt drip off those boobs!"
Cathy felt herself being drawn even deeper into the whirlpool of sexual activity and quickly complied with his request. His tongue lapped over her nipples and brought her to an even more marked state of sexual arousal. After thoroughly cleansing her nipples, he motioned for her to straddle his face and she did so. He did not hesitate, not even for a second, when she offered him her come-laden pussy. Doug's virile discharges had now covered her loins with a thick film of sperm which, mixed with her cunt's copious flow, had become a most enticing salve. Formsbee devoured her with an eagerness that removed whatever trace of girlish inhibition she might have had left.
Within a very short time she felt herself tightening up for another climax. Birgitta's cries of delight made it clear enough that he was fucking her at a much more rapid pace and then Cathy heard him grunt out explosively as he kissed and sucked at her frantically throbbing cunt. She continued rubbing her hot slit against his mouth and he tongue-fucked her with exceptional vigor, turning his tongue into a second prick. The quick jabs stirred her to the core and at the very end she heightened the effect by reaching down to stroke her stiff clitoris, since he was not paying much attention to that vital area. Clenching her abdomen frantically, she shrieked out in agonized triumph as his tongue teased her into another display of lustful delight.
That final outburst of seminal flooding proved to be Formsbee's curtain call for the night. Birgitta continued to held her position atop him but his cock had already begun losing its rigidity when Cathy moved around to look at the big tool. She could see the organ shrinking and finally it fell from Birgitta's thick-lipped pussy, falling down over his balls. A thick flood of sperm gushed from her cunt before it could close and, as soon as she had moved out of the way, Elaine moved in place over his loins. She gobbled up his prick and mouthed it with soft, muffled groans of pure pleasure, a delight which Cathy could easily recognize, and she devoured him completely. As soon as she had cleaned his prick and balls of their coating of love-juices she turned her attention to Birgitta's streaming pussy and buried her face between the woman's thighs. Birgitta lay on her back, grinding her pussy into Elaine's face, and fucked herself into yet another orgasm. Formsbee straightened up to watch that performance, though it did not revive him enough to be of any further use to them.
Cathy now saw that she had done the very thing which she had become angry with Elaine for doing. Her own crime was worse, she thought, because she felt genuinely devoted to Doug Holt, probably even in love with him, and yet she had joined in a debauched performance of the most obscene kind of sexuality not an hour after leaving him.
CHAPTER 10
Cathy quietly padded back to her own room, showered and tried to sleep. The shower had been a mistake, Cathy quickly decided. Instead of soothing her and preparing her for sleep, it had more nearly accomplished the opposite. Bits of conversation drifted across the hallway and, try as she would to block out the noises, she began getting interested. Certain parts showed that the trio were now discussing business, which rather surprised her; she would have thought that Elaine and Birgitta, in particular, would have continued exercising their volatile sexual natures until they had satisfied every wayward impulse.
Growing more interested in spite of herself, Cathy listened more carefully. Eventually she pieced together the disparate threads she managed to overhear and her conclusion brought her upright in the bed. As she understood it, Elaine now intended selling the well and all rights to it to Royster Oil, the company which Dan Hood had earlier turned down when it had offered to buy him out. She was going to sweeten the deal, with Formsbee's help, by somehow doctoring the core samples to make the well look somewhat more promising than it actually was, thus justifying a substantial hike in the asking price. Formsbee was to be paid off in cash, as well as with a promise of future pleasures to be enjoyed in Elaine's bed. He seemed quite interested in the deal and assured them that Royster would make them a very handsome offer.
Cathy found it nearly impossible to remain in her room, once she had caught the drift of their talk and understood what they intended doing. She intensely detested the idea of cheating Royster Oil-not because of any soft feelings toward the company but because she had acquired her father's hatred of chicanery-but she disliked even more the notion of selling the well. As she lay there, fuming to herself, she began to see the well as sort of memorial to her father. If it became a producing well, she thought, it could well stand as a token of his foresight, a testament to his sagacity in drilling where no one had sought oil before. She therefore resolved that she would do whatever she could to thwart Elaine's project.
Formsbee left and Cathy lay awake for another hour. She felt a cold but enduring detestation for her stepmother and vowed that the woman's aims would be frustrated. But what was she to do? There were no immediate answers to that question and, after turning the situation over and over in her head, she finally dropped into a troubled, restless sleep.
Doug and Formsbee left for Dallas early the next morning. Cathy felt totally alone and she refused to utter more than a few short grunts when Elaine began teasing her the next morning. Nothing was said about the projected sale of the well; evidently Elaine intended handling the' entire matter herself. While Cathy did not understand most of the legalese in which her father's will had been couched, she knew that he had left his property jointly to her and to Elaine. She also gathered that, being a minor, she could not act for herself and thus the entire matter appeared to be in Elaine's hands.
To make the girl's situation even more impossible, she did not know of a single lawyer nearby whom she would trust to advise her in the matter. In fact, as she later decided, she knew of only one lawyer with whom she wanted to talk: Fred Pearson, a longtime associate of her father's, had a law practice in Pecos, Texas and knew a great deal about the oil business. He would be absolutely objective, she knew, and would be able to tell her how to prevent Elaine from carrying out her scheme. Once she had decided on Pearson as her best source of information, she called him at once. He was out of his office and would not be back until the next day, his secretary told her, but he would undoubtedly be able to see her then. Cathy promised that she would be there and hung up.
"I think I'll drive over to Odessa tomorrow," Cathy informed her stepmother over dinner that night. "Maybe see Marcia Glover for a day or two."
"Oh? That'll be nice," Elaine said. "I think you ought to get out, travel a little. It ought to do you a world of good."
Cathy received a telephone call later that night from Doug Holt. Fortunately she was alone in the house, since Elaine had gone over to Birgitta's for a visit (and no doubt a round of fucking with Ken and Kevin, Cathy thought), and she could talk freely to her friend. She found herself explaining the entire situation to him, somewhat to her surprise, and he listened carefully. He then conceded that he suspected Formsbee of concocting some sort of dodge, though he had not been able to pin anything definite on the man.
"I'm only a very small dog around here," he told her, "and whatever I say wouldn't carry much weight, I'm afraid. He could probably carry it off, you know, and Royster wouldn't have much of a leg to stand on."
Cathy went on to mention that she was driving to Pecos the next day. Doug knew Fred Pearson by reputation and agreed that he was honest, almost painfully so. After talking a few more minutes, Doug suggested that he take a few days of the vacation he had coming and meet her there. She agreed, of course, and they hung up on that happy note.
Cathy left early the next morning, taking her father's car. Instead of following the main highway directly to Odessa, as she had told Elaine she would do, she turned off at the proper time and took a county road south, one that would lead her to another highway and then to Pecos. She arrived in that hot, dusty west Texas town at noon and went directly to Pearson's office. There she was told that she had an appointment for two-thirty that afternoon.
"A Mr. Holt called this morning from Dallas," the secretary told her. "He's flying in and Mr. Pearson thought it would be best to see you together. Mr. Holt's getting in at the airport at two, I think it is."
"Oh, that's beautiful!" Cathy said. "I'll pick him up out there, if that's the way it's working."
She did so and gave him an especially enthusiastic greeting. The wait had naturally directed her thoughts back to their last meeting and she vividly recalled the fierce, all-possessing spasms of sexual delight which he had brought to her young body. By the time he left the small, two-engined plane which had carried him there from Odessa, she was in a state of advanced sexual arousal and would willingly have made love to him in the tiny airport itself if he had suggested doing so.
"Man, I'd like to get it on with you," he said, "but we've just got enough time to get into town and see Pearson. Later, though, then we'll have a lot of time to ourselves, huh?"
"A lot of time," she agreed. "And ... ohhh, I can hardly wait!"
At first she found it difficult to concentrate on her legal problems, due to her intense desire for Doug, but Pearson's careful questions and dry, totally professional manner soon put her more at ease. He explored the case thoroughly and grunted softly several times. Cathy did not spare a single detail, except for the bizarre sexual arrangement between Elaine and Formsbee; she did not want a word of that liaison to get into any more hands. Finally Pearson smiled and assured them that they could form their own solution to the problem.
"Your father's official residence is still in Houston?" he asked when Cathy asked him for the details. "All right, then, the surest way of protecting your interests is to do something which I suspect you'd very much like to do-that is, if the looks you've been giving this young man mean anything. What I'm saying, Cathy, is that you should marry him! That would automatically take you out from under your stepmother's wing and, since Doug here is an adult, he could legally handle the matter for you. You'd both be residents of Texas and Texas law would apply. I'm not quite sure about the New Mexico law but in any case that wouldn't affect the question at all."
Cathy drew in a quick breath and looked at Doug. She had not given a single thought to marrying him but Pearson's suggestion certainly did not strike her as objectionable.
"Well, we hadn't actually talked about anything like that," she said to Pearson, "so I don't quite know what to say!"
"Say nothing for the time being," he told her. "Take some time to think about it, talk it over with each other, all that. Lord knows, I might be jumping the gun altogether, throwing you two together like that, but it would be a solution to the question. Legal, too!"
Cathy and Doug left his office shortly afterward. As they walked out to her car, she saw one insuperable obstacle to implementing Pearson's suggestion, one barrier that was of her own making.
"Let's not talk about it right now," Doug said when she attempted to start talking. First let's find us a place to stay-we have something a lot more important to do first!"
She knew what he meant, of course, and could not deny the pressing need that had turned her loins into a quaking mass of hungry flesh. Although she agreed to his implied suggestion and directed the car toward the outskirts of the town, where a line of motels awaited travellers, she felt a sinking sensation as she drove. She could see that she would very shortly have to confess to him the facts of her own involvement in the unsavory aspects of Elaine's life, that he must know every detail about the shameful way in which she had allowed herself to be drawn into shockingly perverted acts with her stepmother, her uncle and the rest of that weird family. Cathy did not relish making that confession, since she knew that it would surely turn Doug against her, but she knew also that she could never look herself in the face again if she tried to conceal the truth about her own degrading sexual nature. Even so, she could not pass up the opportunity of enjoying his superb body one last time and therefore she acquiesced in his demand for silence.
They rented a motel room and went directly to it. Once inside, they did not waste a second in embracing each other. Cathy once more felt the stirring power of his prick as it swelled within his trousers and burned across her thighs and belly like a flaming rod. Impatient, she broke away from him and began undressing. He followed suit and within seconds they were both naked. Cathy fell on her knees in front of him and clasped his prick with a heartfelt moan of pleasure. She forced back the tautly stretched foreskin and popped the swollen, purple head of the tool into her mouth.
"Mmmmmm!" she groaned, her voice muffled and distorted by the mouthful of hot, stiff cock. "Nnnngggg! Blllbbbb!"
"Oh, God, I've been missing that!" he whispered. "Yeahhh, there's just nobody in the world who can give head like you!"
His praise inspired her into an especially noteworthy performance, though she did not continue the act to the conclusion. She wanted most of all to feel his first blast of sperm rocket into her aching, love-starved cunt and he proved to be only too willing to give it to her in just that fashion when she made her own desires known.
"Whatever you want, Cathy, that's exactly the way I'll give it to you!"
"No lie?" she asked, not knowing whether to believe him or not. "Whatever I say, that's what you'll do?"
"Sure, I guess so," he said. "I mean, as long as I'm able to, of course!"
She thought for a moment and decided that she could trust him.
"All right, here's what I'd most of all like for right now," she said. "I'd like to be fucked! I don't mean made love to, I mean fucked! I'd like to lie back on that bed and have you spread my legs wide and then hammer me! I mean, really drive it all the way and don't stop till you've shot off! Don't stop to make sure that I come, don't try to do anything but fuck till you've shot my cunt full of hot come! That's ... that's what I'd like!"
Whatever the ultimate reason for her request, she made it in good faith, as he quickly saw. Doug had meant every word he had said when making the promise to her and, once he knew that she wanted him in exactly the way she said, he readily agreed to her proposal Cathy felt a powerful urgency working through her lithe young body upon receiving that agreement and she quickly lay back on the big bed.
"I might not take very long at all to get going," he told her as he knelt between her thighs. "All morning long, I haven't been able to think of anything but getting my cock into you!"
"I know," she whispered as she watched him bring his massive prick down into place. "It had already dribbled out a little of that pre-come stuff; I could taste it while I was going down on you!"
"I should have thought and washed it off," he apologized, "but you were too quick for me!"
"No, don't ever do that!" she quickly said. "No, not ever! That's the best way for it to be, Doug, hot and dripping with excitement! Believe me, I liked it a lot better that way! And later on, after you've filled me with cock, then I want to lick all the come off your prick! That way, see, it'll be almost like going down on you, except that I'll be getting a fuck out of it, too!"
"By God, you think of everything!" he marveled. "There's not a girl in the whole world like you, I'm sure of it!"
Impatient to feel his prick going in, she reached down and took the thick shaft in her own fingers. Its animal heat invigorated her and she stuffed the broad, naked head down against her pussy with a convulsive thrust of her wrist. His prick crushed the lips of her pussy against her vulva and glided over her clitoris, bringing a low, whimpering moan of abandoned delight to her lips. She rubbed the rigid tool up and down the sensual furrow, which had become even wetter and slicker with her cunt's fervent outpouring of lubricant, and then pressed it hard against the taut, quivering rim of her cunt.
"God, give it to me!" she gasped, locking her legs around his and writhing about on the bed in genuine agony. "Ohhhh, fuck me, Doug, fuck me now! Push it in, all the way in, and come! I'm dying to feel you shooting off again, all the way up my cunt!"
The fervent plea, together with the livid, fiercely excited state of her flesh, was all he needed to spark his hips into action. Doug pressed down hard against her waiting loins and the head of his prick popped inside the tight ring of muscle guarding the entrance to her cunt. Cathy had consciously tried to relax her body, in order to allow him to get more of that arrogantly swollen rod into her flesh, and she had succeeded admirably. At least three inches of his prick pierced her cunt at the first stroke and she quivered mightily under the sting of that sudden penetration.
"Agghhhhh! Unnnngghhhh!" she groaned as she felt the last inch of his prick slither home and force the mouth of her womb open. "Ohhhhh! Ahhhhhh!"
Stung by the awesome pulsations of lusty excitement radiating out from her prick-filled cunt, Cathy lay still for a moment. The presence of his flesh in hers sent terrible tremors of delight pulsing through her entire body and for a moment she could not force her self to move. When he pulled halfway out of her cunt, preparatory to driving his prick home once more, she instinctively reached out to grasp the cheeks of his ass and pull him down against her. He returned, fucking himself hard into that incredibly tight little opening, and slammed up against her clitoris. Cathy ground herself into the base of his prick and shuddered heavily. She consciously sought to make her cunt into a kind of tight fist, one that would grip at his cock with unparalleled strength, and to work it along the rigid, throbbing shaft of hard muscle that reached so far into her hot, exquisitely aroused body.
Grunting out loudly, he began fucking faster than ever. His throbbing, lustfully aroused cock flashed back and forth in her cunt with lightning-quick thrusts, each of which brought his balls to a higher and more fervent state of excitement. She encouraged him with lusty exhortations, leaving nothing to the imagination, and dug her strong fingers into the cheeks of his ass with new power. Sensing that he was fucking himself into a state of total surrender, she bore down with all her might and then felt the first jerk of orgiastic release pounding through his cock.
Again and again that massive stalk throbbed heavily, each time sending out a thick spurt of hot, rich love-cream. Cathy jerked about under him and shuddered heavily each time his cock spat forth another stinging jet of semen. She continued working her hips up and down, occasionally alternating that basic movement with a sideways or circular motion, and did not stop until he cried out and fell atop her.
"Ohhhh, stop it!" he panted. "I can't stand it any more! Oooooh, it feels like you're tearing my cock off!"
Cathy relented then, knowing the exquisite agony of being stimulated too far. She lay back, breathing deeply, and wrapped her arms around his limp torso. His weight pressed down heavily on her but she welcomed that pressure. His cock, still big and hard, rested comfortably inside her cunt and bathed itself in the hot, sticky flood of sperm he had shot there. As she lay beneath him, she began trying to frame an opening which would enable her to tell him the shameful, awful truth about herself and her true sexual nature.
CHAPTER 11
Cathy required a considerable amount of self-exhortation before she could screw her nerve to the point which would allow her to begin making her confession. She found that she had erred in making love with Doug before initiating that shameful admission; his lovemaking had been so powerful, so eloquently demonstrative of his affection and concern for her, that she felt worse than ever about telling him the truth about herself. As it happened, he provided her with the ideal opening and she did not have to think of a way to get into the subject.
"Man, I just can't believe how good you are!" he murmured. "So young, and you're just out of sight in bed! Wow, what'll you be like after we've had some practice in fucking and sucking?"
"It ... it might be because I've had some pretty good training," she told him, looking away as she did so. "You see, things aren't....well, they aren't all they seem around my house. There's a lot you don't know about and ... I'm not really the kind of person you think I am."
Putting her fingers over his lips to still his objections, she went on, He listened carefully as she told him the entire truth about her unusual relations with Ken, Kevin and Sven. She did not spare herself and she even told him about her experiments in lesbian lovemaking with Elaine and Birgitta, nor did she hide the fact that she had felt powerful sensations of sexual ecstasy while engaged in those depraved acts.
"The truth is," she concluded, "Everybody in my family, just about, is cunt crazy! We're all so screwed up! The only one that could take a sensible approach to sex was Dad! The rest of us, we seem to ... well, just be animals!"
"Hey, what's there to get hung up about?" he asked when she finally permitted him to speak. "You're acting like it was the worst thing in the world, that you made it with your uncle! And all that other stuff, taking on a couple of guys at once, or one after the other, that's not so far out! Jesus, and as for making it with Elaine or Birgitta, well, I guess I ought to tell you something about me: I've made it with guys before! I don't think any of that's so bad, Cathy!"
She twisted about to look at him, surprise widening her eyes. She examined his face carefully but could not find a single trace of deceit there.
"Look, I think you're getting some things mixed up," he went on. "First of all, I think you're assuming that you're a lot different from me, but that's not true, not as far as I can tell. Okay, I never had an aunt or a sister to make it with, but if I'd had one, and she'd turned me on the way Kevin seems to turn you on, sure, I'd have fucked her! And back in Dallas, well, the apartment complex I live in is a pretty loose, easy-going kind of place. Sometimes four or five of us will get together and it's just total sex, wall-to-wall fucking and sucking! I don't think that's so bad.
"And here's another thing," he went on. "I think it's likely that you're confusing love and sex. I mean, it's always seemed to me that fucking was best when you were making it with somebody you really cared about, but I've also noticed that just because I'm in love with one girl, it doesn't mean that I can't get turned on by another woman! Doesn't that seem reasonable?"
"Man, this is just too much to believe!" she said after a moment of serious thought. "Yeah, it sure makes a lot of sense. Mmmm, you know what? I think it'd be a total gas to watch you making it with somebody else, I really do!"
"Suppose it were someone you really liked?" he suggested. "Would you like to help me make love to her? Or him, as the case might be?"
"God, I think it would be fantastic!" she said after considering the question carefully. "Yeah, really far out! Mmmmm, if it were a girl, I could go down on her and ... wow! To suck your come out of her cunt, to feel that stuff running out of her while she was grinding off on my hand or leg, that'd be just too much! But what if it were a guy? What do guys do with each other, huh?"
"I've only made it with three guys," he told her, "so I can't speak as a real authority. But I think we covered the ground pretty well. We jacked each other off, went down on each other, fucked each other in the ass."
"Hey, is that really good?" she asked, her strong interest in all sexual matters quickly aroused. "Fucking somebody in the ass, I mean? I've been wondering a lot about that lately. It sounds ... well, I think it might hurt a lot, especially with a guy as big as you, but I think maybe it would be really great, too!"
"I liked it fairly well," he admitted. Having it done to me, I mean. And doing it, that's better. An asshole, you know, it's just super tight!"
Cathy had kept him between her thighs throughout her confession. They had rolled onto their sides midway through the conversation but his cock had remained implanted in her cunt. As their talk had progressed, she had felt occasional throbs of hearty exultation from the big tool and had noticed that the reflexive spasms had become more frequent. Each pulsation of his cock had felt exactly like the convulsive throbs which had possessed the mighty organ at the peak of his climax, except that the broad shaft had not expelled any semen into her cunt. Even so, the movements had infected her with a powerful sense of arousal and she had become steadily more excited.
Doug's ready acceptance of her true sexual nature had done a lot to inspire her with confidence, as well as a renewed sense of affection, and now she clasped him more firmly to her supple young body. Her nipples seemed to burn with a new, deeper fire as she pressed them into his chest and her lips hungered for the stimulating touch of his tongue. Sensing the onset of a new gust of sexual passion in her marvelously capable body, he had teased that renewal into stronger life by casually stroking her hips and sides. The light touch of his fingertips sent shivers of lustful desire pulsing through her flesh and before long she was working her pussy around his prick in a steady, corkscrew-like motion that left little doubt about her true intentions.
"Ahhhh, I love to feel it going in and out like that!" she panted into his ear after a short time.
Even though her youthful cunt gripped his cock with an unsurpassed vigor, the thick beam still emitted liquid, squishy sounds as it worked back and forth in her well-oiled receptacle. The noises of lovemaking embarrassed her and she attempted to apologize for them. Doug would have none of it.
"No, it's a really sexy sound," he told her. "I like to hear it!"
"I do too!" she had to admit. "Even if it does sound like somebody's trying to unplug a drain with a plumber's helper!"
"Hey, that's just what I'm doing!" he exclaimed. "You've really got a bad, bad drainpipe there, lady; I'm going to have to work all day on getting it unstopped! But don't worry: if anybody can get that pipe unplugged, Holt Plumbers will do the job!"
"I believe it!" she answered, falling into the spirit of his play. "But tell me, Mister Plumber, won't your helper get tired and fall down on the job?"
"If it does, it'll be your fault, lady! You'll just have to make it stand up so it can finish the job!"
"God, will I ever!" she gasped, fucking harder against his cock as her flesh warmed to the task. "Ahhhh, it's so sexy, thinking about that big thing working up and down in my cunt, splashing in all that come! You must have shot off a quart, at least! I thought you were going to cream forever!"
"Hmmmm. That means I'll have to work all the harder at cleaning up the mess I've made," he said. "I'll have to lick it out, I suppose!"
As Cathy turned her mind to the fascinating possibility of having him lick his own sperm from the quivering, lustfully aroused lips of her pussy, she felt that volatile slit begin throbbing at a much more rapid pace, and doing so with an energy she had rarely known before. She capitalized on the new flood of sexual arousal and began working her loins against his with more power than ever. Quicker and quicker she ground her clitoris into the wiry, damp patch of pubic hair at the base of his prick and within a very short time she felt the orgasmic joy being forcibly wrenched from the depths of her hot, lasciviously excited womb. Grunting out obscene oaths of joyous pleasure, she fucked herself into a long, shuddering climax that possessed every fiber of her body and left her gasping in his arms.
"You didn't come!" she whispered after regaining her breath. "Damn you, you just fucked me! You didn't let me feel it going off inside!"
"Hey, it's a little too soon!" he told her. "That first one, it really racked me up, you know! My balls can't make up a new load in just five or ten minutes, you know!"
"I'm sorry, it's just that ... mmmm, it feels so good when you go off like that! I love to f-feel your come shooting out, so hot and strong, Splashing all over me and making me come even stronger! I know what I'll do, I'll go down on you! Yes, I'll suck the come out of your cock!"
"Do you think it'll be even sexier, eating me when I'm fresh from your cunt?"
"Wow, a thousand times sexier!" she assured him. "Mmmm, it'll be so hot and wet and just super-sexy! Yes, and with all that come dripping off it, I won't be able to think of anything but how it got that way! And how I loved it when you were fucking me before!"
"Ah, now you see Why I'd rather suck a freshly-fucked pussy," he told her. "That's exactly the way I feel about it too!"
"But what if it had been another guy?" she asked. "That had just fucked me, I mean? Would you still want to go down on me then?"
"Of course I would," he assured her. "Look, I can't wait to get back to Dallas with you! I want you to meet some of my friends. There are Tish and Jed Yarbrough, a really super couple. I've made it with both of them several times, and believe me, I'd as soon go down on her after Jed's fucked her silly as when I've done the work! She's a real honey and just totally mad about doing everything in bed. I know you'll like her a lot and Jed, well, you'll just cream your panties when you meet him!"
"Mmmm, I can't wait," she whispered. "I'll do everything, all of it! Does she ... does she like to get fucked in the ass?"
"Anything pleases Tish as long as it's with friends," Doug promised. "And yes, she's wild about getting fucked in the ass! A couple of weeks ago, we had this train going: you know, I was up to the balls in her ass and Jed had his cock just as deep in my ass, and did we ever get off! Man, when we started coming I thought the world was going to stop spinning!"
His words graphically illustrated the action between the trio and Cathy felt her body tingling with a new, strange desire. Eager to take full advantage of her sexuality, she gently pushed him away from her and onto his back. Then she twisted about on the rumpled bed and mounted him, bringing her thighs astride his face and positioning her own face just above his prick. That swollen, hot tool looked infinitely more enticing with its thick coating of sperm, which had mingled with her own cunt's exuberant flow of sexual lubricant; Doug's steady fucking action had churned the love-brew into a rich lather in spots and the base of his cock bore a thick ring of the sensually arousing cream. Cathy felt her clitoris growing remarkably as she contemplated the feast laid out for her.
Doug's cock looked immensely appetizing and, stretched out across his flat, firmly-muscled belly, it appeared even larger. Cathy wondered how she had managed to get so large a tool into her cunt, much less enjoyed it, but she could recall the dynamic sensations all too vividly to doubt the fact. Bending down over him, she inhaled deeply of the odors of raw sexuality. Her mind whirled dizzily, inspired to new heights of lusty fervor by the scent of her ripe young cunt mingled with his virile sperm, and she brought her lips down to touch the head of the big tool.
The first taste of his wet cock stirred her to the very core. Eager now to complete the act, she sucked up most of that stiff rod and mouthed it hungrily. She forced more and more of it into her lips and even managed to get the broad, flaring head jammed partway down her throat. The tastes continued to inflame her mind and she allowed her tongue to flicker up and down the shaft with total freedom. Her hands reached out to cup his balls, slightly wet from her cunt's overflow, and she fondled them with a tender, loving care that went a long way toward bringing him closer to the climax she wanted for him.
"Mmmmm, that's too good to believe!" he murmured, flexing his hips and beginning to work the thick rod in and out of her mouth. Yeah, it's just the best ever! You keep that up, Cathy, and I'll drown you with come! I'll shoot cream so far down your throat you'll think it's never going to stop!"
He interrupted himself to kiss her raw, dripping slit, which hung just above his lips. His tongue played lightly over the girl's aching clitoris, sending new spasms of pure delight flashing through her body, and then dug deep into the richly anointed furrow between the lips. His tongue found the rim of her cunt, stimulated it in a profound manner, and then edged out and further upward until it came to rest against her tense, quivering anus.
Cathy naturally tensed her muscles when she felt his tongue nearing that highly sensitive orifice. The first touch sent a shudder of fleshly pleasure radiating outward and sparked her into sucking even more vigorously on his hot, throbbing cock. He -rimmed her, gently at first and then with a firmer motion that actually sent the tip of his hot tongue slithering into the ring of her asshole. She groaned against his prick and squeezed her buttocks together until they were knotted into balls of expectant, muscular tissue. Again he swirled his tongue around that frantically sensitized aperture and her body reverberated even more strongly to the fierce delight.
"Unnngghhhh!" she groaned, never taking her mouth away from his delicious prick. "Mmmmmbbbbb!"
Doug continued to fuck her mouth. Gradually his thrusts became quicker and more purposeful. Recognizing the growing tension within his loins, Cathy sought to bring his balls to a quick orgasm. She squeezed the sponge-like head of his cock against the roof of her mouth, capturing the especially sensitive tip with her tongue, and then she whirled her face about to give a series of mightily exciting caresses to that organ. Grunting and snorting with superlative passion, she sucked harder than ever.
As she worked her lips and tongue together in sensual harmony, she reached further between his legs with her right hand. The middle finger of that hand found his puckered, wrinkled asshole and she pressed hard against it. Moistened with her saliva, the opening reluctantly gave way and her finger slipped inside. Doug responded with an especially energetic thrust that lifted her face up and she knew that she had stumbled upon a remarkably effective way of stimulating him. She thrust harder with her finger and soon had virtually all of it up his asshole.
Doug reacted powerfully to her deeply planted finger. He fucked her mouth with noticeably greater vigor and appeared to be getting very close to his culmination. Not knowing what she was supposed to do, Cathy merely worked her finger back and forth in his tightly clasping anus, very much as though it were a prick penetrating her own cunt. That proved to be a very efficacious method of stimulating him and within a short time he was thrusting into her mouth at a very rapid pace indeed.
She saw that he was in the final throes of his furious rush to completion and she spared no effort at making his climax as strong as possible. Her tongue worked feverishly around the head of his cock and she sucked hard, exactly as though she intended drawing the semen from his balls by sheer force. She cradled those balls in her left hand, strongly enough to encourage him but not so firmly as to cause him discomfort, and concentrated more intently on sucking his cock.
"Agghhhh!" he cried, pulling his sperm-smeared mouth away from her pussy and throwing his head back in a paroxysm of lusty delight. "Unnngghhhh! Omigod, you're sucking my cock right off! Aurrgghhhhh!"
His abandoned cries of delight caused her to suck more fervently than ever. Knowing that she was giving him the maximum amount of pleasure possible, she quivered mightily and spared no effort at completing the act. Suddenly his massive prick stiffened once more, giving off a long, powerful jerk of elation, and then she felt the hot, sticky sperm flooding her mouth. The come poured forth like a river, spurting and leaping strongly, and she swallowed every drop of the salty, slippery cream.
CHAPTER 12
Cathy spent the better part of three days with Doug, mostly in their motel room. They made love for stupendous periods of time and succeeded in learning a great deal about each other's sexual nature. Doug encouraged her to give voice to her every whim, to talk about her deepest, most intimate fantasies, and where it was possible for them to do so, he attempted to make those erotic daydreams real. Once the girl had become convinced that she could not shock or disgust him, no matter how depraved her inner longings might be, she rapidly opened herself completely to him and found that he was equally forthcoming about his own inner, hidden desires.
Cathy also discovered a passionate interest in the varied styles of lovemaking. When Doug pointed out that there were many ways of getting a prick into a cunt, she insisted on having all the possibilities demonstrated. He was not slow to accept the challenge and they began a long series of sexual explorations that brought both of them vast amounts of pleasure. Cathy found that she loved every style of fucking and marveled at the almost infinite variety of styles which were open to them. They fucked on the bed, in chairs, on the toilet, in the bathtub, standing up, kneeling on the carpet and anywhere else their active imaginations could devise.
Before long Doug began introducing her to the peculiar joys of what he called "double-fucking." By that he meant simultaneous penetration of her cunt and asshole, though he inserted nothing more than a finger into the latter opening. Cathy improved on the act by thrusting her own finger into his feature that greatly added to Doug's pleasure. He was quite frank about his intention of preparing her to receive his cock in her ass and she readily accepted that goal, proclaiming herself only too willing to attempt the act.
"What about Pearson's idea?" he said to her one morning after they had awakened each other with a long, thoroughly stirring fuck. "About us getting married, I mean? Do you want to try it?"
"I'd like to," she admitted, "but ... well, I guess I'm still a little ashamed of myself for all the stuff I did with Elaine and them. I mean, I'm really up for it; I could really go for spending about the next hundred years here with you! But damn it, I just don't know if I'm worth it or not!"
"Hey, isn't that more something I ought to be deciding?" he countered. "I think I know you pretty well by now and ... well, I wouldn't ask you if I didn't really mean it, you ought to know that!"
"Okay, I'll do it," she agreed, turning to him excitedly. "And I've just thought of something: I might not have a real cherry to give you on our wedding night, but ... well, I still haven't been fucked in the ass! So I guess you'll have to be satisfied with that for a virgin!"
"Man, I can't wait to get it in you!" he vowed. 'You'll turn on to it, I know you will! I've been watching you, watching how you act when I diddle you in the ass with my finger, or when I give you a rim job, and I know you've got a really sensitive asshole, Cathy! Yeah, I think you'll really get it going good when I start buggering you!"
"I think I will too," she agreed, remembering the delicious thrills of erotic bliss she had felt when he had fingered or tongued that awesomely delicate opening between the cheeks of her ass. "Do ... do you think I'll really be able to take your cock? Or will I be too tight? Will it hurt too much for it to be any good?"
"It seems to me that you're getting a little looser," he said. "Of course, we've been working it over pretty heavy lately, thank God! But I think you'll be able to take it, Cathy. Sure, it might hurt some at first, but I don't think it'll be enough to put you off, not the way you seem to want it!"
"I want it!" she assured him. "Ohhhh, how I want it! I want to feel that big, hard, beautiful cock of yours going all the way up my ass and shooting come all over me! Ohh, do I ever want it!"
He promised her that she could have his prick in just that way whenever she wanted it. Cathy felt a powerful temptation to avail herself of the offer at once-their discussion had prompted a fierce, compelling desire to attempt the experiment-but she managed to resist. She felt very intrigued with the notion of offering her husband a virginal anus on their wedding night and she determined that she would carry through with the offer.
"All right, whatever you say," Doug said when she told him of her decision. "When is it going to be? Why don't we get married right away? Or would you rather put if off?"
Cathy decided that an immediate ceremony would best suit her needs and Doug naturally agreed. They got out of bed, dressed and went to Pearson's office for advice. He directed them to the county court house, where they secured a license, and then took the couple to a friend, a judge, who performed the ceremony on the spot. Less than two hours after making the decision, Cathy found herself married to Doug Holt.
Instead of retiring at once to their motel room to celebrate the ceremony and consummate the wedding, as Cathy had hoped, they went back to Pearson's office. There Doug out-lined a document he wanted the lawyer to prepare, a formal statement that Cathy's interest in her father's property would remain hers alone. As he explained it, he did not want anyone to think that he was marrying her for her money and Pearson agreed that having the document would forestall Elaine, in case she wanted to create legal problems for them.
"She might try annulling the marriage," Pearson warned, "if she's really intent on getting it all for herself, and she could maybe argue that the marriage was only a dodge that Doug cooked up to get it for himself. This way, we take the wind right out of her sails ahead of time, you see."
Cathy was not sure that Elaine would really oppose the marriage, once she understood the extent of her stepdaughter's affection for Doug, but she agreed that every precaution should be taken. She therefore waited patiently while Pearson put the document into final shape, his secretary typed it and Doug signed the several copies. Once that was over, they shook hands with Pearson, again accepted his congratulations and thanked him for all his services and advice. They left his office and went out to Cathy's car, grinning broadly.
"Well, I guess I don't have, to ask you what comes next," Doug said when they were settled into the vehicle.
"Not a bit!" she said, giggling with delight. "Just drive me home, dear husband, and then you can take what I've been saving for you!"
Before going to the motel, Doug drove to a pharmacy and purchased a tube of lubricant. Returning with the small bag containing the tube, he told her that it would be vital in carrying out the act, since her anus did not naturally lubricate itself, as did her cunt.
"Mmmm, if it did we'd be swimming in cunt juice!" she whispered, reaching over to rest her hand on the big lump in the front of his trousers. "Ever since we went to see that judge I've been pouring out the stuff like a river! God, I was afraid that Pearson would smell it or something, it was dripping out so fast!"
"You won't have to wait much longer," Doug said. "Then you'll get what you've been waiting for all along!"
Once inside their motel room, they wasted no time in stripping to the buff.
"Do you want to put the stuff on me?" he asked, extending the tube of lubricant to her. "And then I'll put some more of it on you, so it'll go in a lot easier."
Cathy naturally agreed, since she had been avidly admiring his cock and found the opportunity of handling it to be much to her liking. She peeled back the covering foreskin, drawing it tight along the thick, rigid shaft and completely exposing the purple knob. The effect of the receding foreskin struck her as sensuous in the extreme and the big tool took on a much more purposeful aspect once the head was bare.
Her pussy began throbbing harder than ever and her clitoris, now swollen until it seemed as large as a baseball, burned with a slow, rhythmic fire that would not be extinguished until her womb had given up its full charge of sexual tension. Touching his cock, rubbing the slippery gel over its surface and feeling the animal warmth flow into her fingers, she naturally became even more thoroughly aroused.
"Now it's my turn," he said when she had applied a generous portion of the clear lubricant to his prick. "Why don't you kneel on the bed there and I'll get on behind you? That's the easiest way to get it in, when you're not used to taking a cock in the ass."
Cathy quickly assumed the required position and lifted her rump high in the air. Her pussy looked back at him, a fur-rimmed, unwinking eye, and again Doug was struck by the sheer beauty of the girl's sexual apparatus. The lips of her pussy flared out gently, curving together at the front of the slit to form a pocket for her clitoris (which, fully erect and crimson with lusty excitement, protruded slightly from the fold of enclosing flesh), and framed the delicate cleft forming the entrance to her tight, superbly conditioned cunt. Her asshole, also flushed with arousal, had drawn into a puckered ring.
"God, I'm going to love this!" he muttered as he squeezed out a measure of the gel onto his fingers. "Cathy, your ass looks like the most fuckable thing I've ever seen!"
She basked in his admiration and felt her body throbbing ever more precipitously. His finger lightly touched her anus, spread some of the lubricant over it and then gently slipped inside. He worked it deep, spreading the gel over every part of that tight canal which he could reach, and then withdrew it. She had gasped out with delight upon feeling his finger penetrate and had felt her nervous system preparing itself for an onslaught of passionate upheaval.
"Oh, wow, your finger felt better than it's ever felt!" she whispered. "Mmmm, Doug, I just know I'm going to love being fucked in the ass! Do it to me good, make me come and come till I can't come any more!"
"I will," he promised. "I'll shove my prick in all the way and fuck you till you fall flat on the bed! Oh, yeah, I'm going to shoot a load of come up your ass that'll make you come like you never came before!"
He moved closer to her and touched the head of his cock to the lips of her pussy. Deliberately teasing her, he moved the hot, slick tool over those marvelously sensitive folds of woman-flesh until she was on the verge of crying out for release. Then, aiming the head of his cock slightly up ward, he brought it directly against the rim of her asshole. Cathy flinched at the contact, finding it maddeningly effective in stirring her to the uttermost depths, and a perceptible shudder ran over her smooth skin. Gooseflesh popped out on her buttocks, thighs and belly. She sucked in a deep breath of air and held herself ready while Doug continued holding the head of his prick against her anus.
"You've got to concentrate on relaxing as much as you can," he advised her. "If you're tense, it'll never go. And after I get it in you good, then you can reach up and start jacking yourself off-maybe fingerfuck your cunt or rub your clit, whatever feels good to you. I'll reach around and grab your boobs so I can squeeze your nipples good. Then we'll start working it in deeper and you can start squeezing down on my cock. But all that can wait. Right now, the important thing is to get my dick in your ass without you hurting too much. After you get used to it and loosen up, then you can start worrying about coming and making me come."
"All right," she whispered. "Just let me try to get my head together first, huh? God, I don't know if I can relax or not! I feel like a big spring is in me--all coiled up and ready to let go with everything!"
"Try concentrating on taking deep, regular breaths," he suggested. "That might help more than anything."
She remembered that he had felt exactly what she was going to feel, that his own asshole had once been virginal and had been penetrated for the first time by another man. That ought to make him very knowledgeable about the best way to proceed, she thought, and she bent her mind to following his directions. As she did so, it occurred to her that she was going to share a sexual experience with him, one of the few in which she would feel exactly the same thing he felt. That thought pleased her greatly and strengthened her desire to go through with the act.
After concentrating for a moment, she nodded and gently pressed back against his waiting prick. Doug took that gesture to mean acquiescence and he pushed back in turn. He grasped her smoothly turned flanks to steady her and increased the pressure against her asshole. Looking down, he saw the head of his cock splaying wide, compressed by the resistance of the diminutive opening, but then the purple knob dipped into the reluctantly yielding rim and an inch of his cock slid into her ass.
"Agghhhh!" Cathy groaned as she felt herself being penetrated. "Ohhhhhh!"
Her slowly-parting flesh ached fiercely and she felt a sharp, knifing dart of exquisite agony course through her rump. The sensation was much more acute than she had felt when her cunt had first been opened by a prick and for a moment she feared that she would not be able to maintain her resolution. Doug halted his prick's progress as soon as the thick shaft had opened her ass, however, and that respite gave her a moment's pause. The extra time enabled her to assess the true extent of the agony and she found that the pain was diminishing.
"No, don't take it out!" she gasped, fearing that he might be on the verge of giving up. "I'm getting used to it, really I am! Mmmmm, it's just so fucking big! God, it's like I was being split in two! Oh, Doug, I can feel it so well! Oooooh, it's opening me all up and going inside!"
Gradually her body grew somewhat more accustomed to the unusual penetration and she realized that she was going to be able to complete the act after all. Crying out with relief, she begged him to drive deeper into her ass. She leaned back against him harder and felt the unspeakable joy of the iron-hard cock sliding deeper, opening more of her bowel and mightily increasing the sensations radiating outward from her ass.
"That's the way," he encouraged her as he worked more of that fearfully stiffened tool into her ass. "Oh, yeah, is that ever the way! Mmmm, Cathy, I never felt anything as tight as your ass! God, I feel like it's tearing my cock off! Just rest easy, take it slow and before long I'll be almost all the way inside you and then we can start fucking for real!"
She felt the progress of his prick with amazing clarity. Every undulation in the big tool's surface registered on her mind. As he pried her bowel apart, slicing deeper into that virginal flesh, she felt her senses being drawn tighter and tighter, until it seemed that she would surely burst apart into a million writhing, throbbing fragments. Reaching back between her thighs, she clasped a hand over her hard clitoris and rubbed it gently, then reached further and slipped the tip of her middle finger between the lips of her pussy.
Doug's fucking had enormously enhanced the sensitivity of that exquisitely aroused cleft and she quivered heartily as her finger slipped into the rim of her cunt. The moist, hot channel parted easily for a moment, but then closed off. For a moment she could not understand why her cunt had assumed so different a shape but then the realization dawned: Doug's enormous cock was resting very close to the cuntal passage, separated by only a tough membrane, and it had constricted the vaginal canal to such an extent that she could no longer insert her finger completely!
"Ohhh, I feel you!" she cried out, rubbing her pussy more fervently. "I can feel your dick! Omigod, it's so fucking sexy, feeling you like this! Ohh, do it to me, Doug, do it to me hard! Fuck me in the ass, all the way up my ass and make me come! Let me feel the come shooting out of your cock! I want to feel it shooting up my asshole!"
Caught up in the deliciously abandoned joy of the situation, he responded far more quickly than he had expected. Her anus gripped his prick tightly and, as she entered more completely into the act, her normal muscular contractions caused her anal sphincter to close around the shaft of his cock with more power than he had ever experienced. Cathy quickly learned how to work herself back and forth along the thick tool, coordinating her movements with his and adding some breathtakingly effective circular motions of her own. These, together with the powerful muscle spasms, applied a devastating friction to Doug's cock.
Swaying into her and driving the tool home to the last inch, he grated out a long, quavering oath of exultation. As he entered her completely, his big balls swayed forward and brushed against the lips of her pussy. Cathy immediately seized them and began rubbing them over the hot slit, a gesture which excited her far more than her hand could ever have done. Again and again she ground her buttocks against his loins and thrilled as the head of his prick moved about deep inside her ass.
Sensuality seemed to flow from her pussy into his balls, infecting them with a new degree of erotic madness. Doug felt his self-control evaporate instantly, blown away in a flood of animal heat, and he surged into her one last time. He groaned louder than ever and shuddered as his balls coughed up their storehouse of hot, lustfully charged sperm. The thick love-cream burst into the girl's virginal ass with awesome force and stung her into an even greater display of sexual pleasure.
With every spurt of his massive prick, her climax mounted a step higher until her body seemed to be totally aflame with orgiastic release. Whimpering and gasping, she ground her ass against his body until she had milked his prick dry, then continued heaving around that greatly enlarged spike until it had given its last twitch of climactic joy. Gradually her motions tapered off and then she pitched forward in a crumpled heap. She slipped off Doug's prick, which emerged from her ass with far less rigidity than it had formerly possessed, and lay face down on the bed. He sighed and leaned forward, then curled up at her side.
CHAPTER 13
Cathy benefited from her three days with Doug in several ways. First, there was the sheer physical joy of having him so often in so many varied ways; when they left the motel at last, she felt thoroughly satiated. Second, their long hours of talk had exposed her to a new point of view concerning human sexuality and she could now more readily believe that she was not warped or depraved simply because of her pronounced desire for lovemaking and sexual activity. She had gone a long way toward accepting herself for what she actually was, a magnificently passionate creature with very strong sexual needs. Finally, this view of herself broadened and she began to see that the same conclusions might also apply to Elaine, Birgitta, Sven, Kevin, and Ken.
"Sure, that's reasonable," Doug said when she made this observation to him. "Of course, they might also be real crooks, though I don't know about that. But at least, they sound as though they have a pretty reasonable attitude toward sex!"
"I'm a little ashamed about it now," Cathy said. "I was putting Elaine down because she wasn't living up to a standard that even I couldn't accept! That wasn't very fair of me, I can see that now."
Cathy woke up on the morning after her initiation into full-fl-edged anal sex feeling very sore. Doug told her that this was only to be expected, given her virginity and the generous proportions of his prick. He recommended that she sit in a hot bath for a while and then apply a soothing cream to her rump, a suggestion which she followed. He applied the cream and in doing so, brought her to a fierce state of arousal.
"Yeah, that's what I was hoping for," he said when she began working her loins against his finger, which had strayed from her asshole down to her pussy. "Here, let me fingerfuck you; I love to feel a woman getting off on my hand!"
"Okay, but you're going to have to lie there while I do it to you later," she said. "Yeah, I think maybe I'll give you a blow job this morning! Mmmm, I just love the way that big cock of yours blows come all over my mouth!"
Doug proved to be extremely adept at using his finger, though Cathy later decided that his skill consisted mostly in being wise enough to hold his finger steady against her slit and allowing her to rub herself against it as she chose. At the very end, of course, when she was writhing and straining to release the pent-up emotion that had gathered in her womb, he worked his finger more diligently into her cunt, but that was exactly what she wanted at that stage and the more vigorous thrusting gave her just the added stimulus she needed to arrive at the state of heaving climax she sought.
She rested for a moment or two and then carried out her part of the bargain. Finding that he had spread his knees very far apart, she naturally investigated his anus and grinned with delight at the way he jerked when she pressed her finger down against that tight little crevice. She broke off for a moment, just long enough to anoint her middle finger with the slippery jelly he had bought the day before, and then she began fingerfucking his ass while she worked her greedy mouth around the head of his prick. Gasping with delight, he told her about his prostate gland, told her where to locate that source of vast pleasure and almost shrieked when her moist finger glided over the strategic spot. Inspired by that display of lusty joy, Cathy worked harder and soon had his prick throbbing heavily as it coughed out a tremendous charge of hot, thick sperm.
"God, I wish I had a prick!" Cathy whispered afterward. "Mmmm, I'd like to fuck you in the ass, to feel you come like that with my cock in you!"
"You can, you know," he said to her great surprise. "Well, almost, anyway. You ought to see Ellie Hoffler-she's another friend of mine in Dallas. She's not really queer but sometimes she gets these crazy ideas about being a man, you see. She doesn't mind making it with a girl but there are times when she mostly wants to make it with a guy, except that she's pretending to be another guy. Sure, she's a little screwed up, I guess, but really nice in an offbeat way. Anyway, she's got one of those strap-on imitation pricks, a real monster of a dildo. She likes to strap that thing around her and fuck guys in the ass when she gets in one of those moods. And yes, she's done it to me sometimes, I can't deny that. About a month ago we had a regular orgy, a real party, and she was fucking me like that while Tish-remember I told you about her?-was under me, sucking me off. God, I thought my balls were collapsing when I started to come!"
Cathy's fertile, inventive mind surged into high gear as he described the scene. Naturally imaginative, she conceived of a hair-raising trio locked in a passionately depraved embrace and felt her body aching with new sources of desire. The mere thought of being allowed to watch those abandoned sights, much less of participating in them, was enough to bring her to a state of quivering excitement.
"Sure, they'll be glad to have you join in," Doug assured her when she spoke of her interest. "They'll love you, just as I do, don't you worry about that!"
Ellie, she learned, was about thirty and very attractive. A divorcee and amply supplied with money from a trust left her by her grandfather, she lived a life of ease and devoted herself to her primary interest, sexual pleasure. Her tastefully decorated little house in Highland Park had a party room dominated by a huge bed and completely decorated with mirrors on every wall and the ceiling as well. There was a provision for a projector and screen, allowing the hostess and her guests to watch themselves or the actors and actresses as they engaged in whatever kind of sexual activity they wanted.
"It sounds like the sexiest thing in the world," Cathy murmured, stroking his prick as he described the setting to her. "You know, there was a time when I'd have known that I was off my rocker for thinking this, but now I can see that it'd be a real turn-on to see you balling somebody and knowing that you were going to give it to me as soon as you'd gotten off her. Or him, as the case might be! Yes, I can almost come, just thinking about it!"
"Sure, it's a great thing to do with your friends!"
"And what about me?" she asked. "Would you really want to make it with me right after another guy had ... well, when my cunt was still full of his come? Or while it was still on my lips and tongue?"
"Sure, why not?" he asked, noticing the shiver of anticipation which his answer induced in her lovely body. "I mean, if I could suck the guy off, I sure wouldn't mind tasting his come on you! No, Cathy, that would only make you more desirable than ever! And seeing somebody you really like get it on good with somebody else, well, that sort of makes you want them all the more!"
"It's funny, hearing you say that," she mused, "because I was just thinking that myself! You know, I've got this really weird, far out kind of idea: I keep seeing you making it with Elaine and Birgitta, with me sitting there and watching! Or maybe-yeah, this would be even more of a turn-on!-all three of us kneeling on the side of a bed and you going down the line, sticking that big, beautiful cock of yours in each one of us!"
"Sure, that could work," he said. "As long as you think it would be fun, I'd go along with that!
They're both attractive women, I can't deny that."
Doug's agreement stirred the girl deeply and she felt another surge of sensual hunger sweeping over her body. Her caresses had brought his cock to an erection, naturally, and she quickly seated herself astride him. She had become very fond of mounting him and, once she had learned how to capitalize on the much greater mobility the superior position gave her, she developed a phenomenal skill at bringing them both to bone-shattering climaxes. Doug reached between their bodies to bring his thumb to bear against her greatly enlarged clitoris as she leaned back, forcing his stiff prick to bear more firmly against the especially sensitive front wall of her cunt. She flexed her abdominal muscles, contracted them and then began a slow, twisting up-and-down motion that no man on earth could have resisted. His thumb, together with the heavy, insistent pressure of his stiff cock, provided her with ample stimulation and within a very short time she felt her cunt begin heaving and writhing in the grip of a tumultuous passion. Her climax engendered an answering burst of orgasmic joy from him and again his prick coughed out a full load of thick, creamy come.
"Well, I guess we might as well get started back to face her," she said when her body had returned to a state of emotional equilibrium. "I mean, I could stay here forever, fucking and sucking you, but I'm sort of curious about what she's going to say when she finds out she's not going to be able to sell the well and all the rights.
And I can't help but wonder what she's going to say about you!"
"If she's really intent on doing you out of your inheritance," Doug said, "then she'll probably want to kill me!"
"She might," Cathy conceded, "but I've got a feeling she'll want to fuck you first! She's already told me how good looking you are, how big your cock seems to be, so I'm pretty sure she'll be willing to get it on with you!"
Once they had decided to return and confront Elaine with their marriage, they wasted little time in departing. During the ride back, Cathy sat close to Doug, who drove, and fondled his prick with blatant disregard for the prying eyes of any nearby motorist. Midway through the drive the desire became too strong for her and she bent over his lap, forcing her mouth down onto the exposed cylinder of hot, lusty flesh and sucked him to a brief but very sharp climax. Savoring the taste of his strong, virile sperm, she then leaned back against the seat and fingerfucked herself, moaning furiously as the spasms of orgiastic release pulsed out of her cunt.
"You should have seen the look on that truck driver's face when we passed him and he looked down into the car," Doug told her. "When he saw you working yourself over I thought he was going to take that rig right into the ditch!"
"Mmmm, I hope he enjoyed looking as much as I enjoyed doing," she purred. "I guess if I'd known he was looking I'd have gotten an even bigger charge but hell, I didn't even know there was a truck around!"
Elaine was at home when they drove up. Birgitta was there too but Ken, Kevin and Sven were out at the well, Elaine informed them. Cathy immediately suspected that the two women had been playing with each other, or at least teasing each other with explicit descriptions of their sexual desires, but she said nothing about that for the moment.
Instead she launched into a complete and honest account of how she had spent her time since leaving. Elaine listened, angry at first but then resigned once she learned how neatly and totally she had been blocked. Shrugging away the defeat, she smiled and admitted that she had never been entirely sure that she would be able to bring off the transaction.
"I really didn't trust Formsbee a great deal," she said, "or even have a whole lot of confidence in him. But there's one thing you've got to believe, Cathy: I was never even considering doing you out of your share of the profits! It seemed to me that the well was going bad and I thought we ought to get as much out of it as we could before it was too late."
Cathy found herself believing the woman, though earlier she had harbored the darkest suspicions about her true intentions. Elaine accepted defeat gracefully enough and appeared to bear them no hard feelings because of that setback. Doug rescued the situation by bringing up a new possibility, one that excited them all and gave them new hope for the future.
"I didn't mention this before," he said, giving Cathy an apologetic look, "but that's because I wanted to wait till we were all together. The fact is, I've been looking into the results of some new research in drilling techniques. Those last samples we took can be very promising, if you want to consider a new application that's just been developed."
Cathy found it difficult to follow every word of his explanation but, as she understood it, her father's well was penetrating a layer of sandstone which did carry oil. Owing to the density of the rock and the relatively low oil content, it was not worth producing, at least as long as standard production techniques were applied.
Engineers had recently developed a new strategy, one that promised to make that kind of well productive. In essence, it involved forcing mud down the well at a very high pressure, enough to fracture the layer of sandstone. Once the rock had been broken up, he said, the-oil could flow more freely and the well could then become a producer, assuming the presence of enough oil in the rock.
"You seem to be in the same kind of formation," he told them. "Now, if it's thick enough and there's still a trace of oil, you'll be in business!"
"Well, this is good news indeed!" Elaine said. "Ordinarily the parents give wedding presents to the bride and groom; this is the first time I've heard of the groom giving a present to his in-laws!"
"And a very good one it is," Birgitta agreed. Turning to Cathy, she asked, "and what did you give him, my dear?"
Cathy blushed momentarily and then told them that she had awarded Doug her virginity. Seeing the look of incomprehension on their faces, she went on to explain that she referred to her anal virginity, a remark which brought a laugh from the experienced, highly sensual women.
"And I trust the experiment was successful?" Elaine asked. "Mmmm, I see from the smirk on your face that it must have been!"
"It is a marvelous gift," Birgitta added with a knowing smile. "And such a delicious, useful talent, being able to enjoy a man in every orifice of one's body!"
"So far we've done it only once," Cathy admitted. "That was yesterday, right after the wedding. I was too sore this morning to even think about trying it that way but I can tell you this: I'm not going to wait very long before I have him again that way!"
"Well spoken," Elaine congratulated her. "Er, from what I've seen, he appears to be extraordinarily well endowed. Frankly, I'm surprised that you could carry it off, you being so new at that kind of action!"
"Well, I practiced a little before letting him try it," Cathy admitted. "On my finger, I mean-and on his too! But you're right; I'd never have managed it otherwise. My, he's just so big I can hardly believe it!"
"My dear, that was emphatically not the correct thing to say," Elaine said. "Considering the fact that Kevin and the others have been out at the well since yesterday morning, meaning that Birgitta and I have not had a piece of living flesh up our cunts since then, you can imagine that we are in no mood to hear about your good fortune! One's finger can go only so far, as I'm sure you've already discovered, and frankly, we're about to die for a hot, hard cock!"
"Well, Doug certainly has one that qualifies on both counts," Cathy said. She enjoyed her position of dominance over Elaine and Birgitta, both of whom were openly ogling Doug, and she intended to extract more pleasure from the situation. "We had a lovely fuck this morning before we left the motel. And then on the drive up here, I ... well, I went down on him while we were driving! And after that I laid back in the seat and diddled myself! Mmmm, it was nice, running my fingers up and down my pussy while I was tasting his come!
"I can still remember that delicious feeling when he started fucking me in the ass," she continued. As she spoke, she moved closer to Doug, seated beside her on the couch, and reached over to put her hand over the prominent bulge in the front of his trousers. "Mmmm, I thought I was going to die at first! It was so big, so hot and hard! But I managed to get it in me and after a minute or two, it didn't hurt at all! That's when he started working it deeper and really giving it to me! After he'd shoved his cock all the way in, I felt his balls against my pussy and I rubbed myself off with them. Ahhh, was that ever a thrill', feeling those big eggs against my clit when he started shooting off his come!"
"Stop it!" Elaine cried out, her face twisted with passion. "I can't listen to any more of this shit! Honest to God, Cathy, Birgitta and I are both dying for a fuck and you have the gall to parade your good luck before us like this! Honestly, you ought to be ashamed of yourself!"
"All right, I'm sorry," she apologized. "I don't know what got into me, honest! But that's all over with now and I've got some good news for you. If you want to know, Doug and I have already decided that we aren't going to play around with those notions about owning each other! He occasionally feels turned on by other women and I, well, I guess I'll always feel drawn to good looking, well hung men."
"You mean...." Elaine began, but could not finish her statement.
"That's exactly what I mean," Cathy said with a warm, friendly smile. "I won't mind sharing him with you!"
CHAPTER 14
Cathy's announcement of her willingness to share Doug left Elaine and Birgitta momentarily speechless. They looked from him to her, stunned, and only gradually assumed expressions of sheer delight. Neither of them could believe their good fortune. Elaine had earlier discussed Cathy with Birgitta and they had concluded that the girl would probably run away as soon as possible, due to the antipathy which they imagined her to feel toward them.
"I know what you must be thinking," Cathy said, divining their confusion. "And I'll admit it: there was a time when I thought you were just awful for carrying on the way you did. I thought I was even worse for going along with it. But Doug's taught me a lot about myself and I guess it applies to other people, too. So I'm ready to say that I was wrong about you and I'm willing to try and be a better friend to all of you from now on!"
Seeing that they were still unable to move, she rose to her feet and began taking off her halter top and the cutoff jeans she had worn that day. Doug followed her example and within a moment they were both stark naked. Cathy moved closer to him and reached out to fondle his prick. That tool, already fully erect, jutted out sharply and seemed to glow with pleasure as her skilled fingers slowly peeled the foreskin off the head and back along the thick, rigid shaft. Her action naturally attracted the women's attention and their eyes became big and round. Cathy continued working the foreskin back and forth over the head of his prick, slowly masturbating him in a way that would, she felt sure, excite their deepest arousal.
"God, it's magnificent!" Birgitta whispered. "Ooooh, such a lovely cock!"
"Yes, and you can have a helping of it," Cathy replied, continuing her hand's lascivious motion. "I'm sure he'd like to put it in you, perhaps in that tight cunt of yours? It must be awfully hot and wet, Birgitta! Or maybe in your ass? Perhaps in your mouth? Ohhh, you'd love it when he came, I know you would! All that hot, sweet come gushing out so strong!"
Her words stung both women into quick action. Elaine flipped up her housedress and pulled it over her head, displaying her lovely body, which did not have a stitch of underclothing to hide those ripe, voluptuous curves. Birgitta slipped out of her jeans and tee-shirt, showing that she was equally naked underneath. Both women were fiercely excited, as she could tell by looking at their nipples, and their faces were flushed with sexual ardor.
"In the bedroom!" Elaine muttered. Her voice was already thick and hoarse with lust and she quickly led the way. "Let's all get on the bed and
.. ohhhh, let's fuck and suck and do everything!"
Birgitta, Cathy and Doug followed her into the bedroom. The bed's covers were rumpled and as she sat down on it, Cathy caught the delicate scent of fully aroused femininity. Evidently Birgitta and Elaine had been on the bed, attempting to soothe each other's sexual passions, when she and Doug had arrived. She noticed the battery-powered vibrator on the bedside table and she reached out to take it in her hand.
"Yes, we were fucking each other with that," Elaine said, noticing her take the obscene tool into her hand. "It doesn't go very far toward replacing a cock, not when you want to feel that hard, hot meat going in you!"
Cathy knelt upright on the bed and fitted the base of the vibrator to her love-mound, so that the tool protruded in a penis-like fashion. She giggled at the sight of the white, cigar-shaped projection and ran her free hand over its length, feigning a masturbatory-like action.
"Maybe I could fuck one of you while Doug fucks the other one," she said. "But no, that wouldn't work: you've already tried the vibrator!"
"I know what we can do," Elaine said, giving the girl a lewd grin. "Of course it'll mean that you have to watch, Cathy, but maybe that would just make you all the hotter to get at him when we've had ourselves a little fun, eh?"
"I think maybe it would," she replied. "What do you have in mind?"
Elaine quickly demonstrated the tactic she had thought up. She lay on her left side and motioned for Doug to lie behind her, fitting his swollen prick between her thighs from the rear. She gathered his cock up in her hands and pressed it against the lips of her pussy, so that she could rub her livid, tortured slit back and forth along the thick, iron-hard shaft. His cock was long enough for the head to project an inch or two beyond the curling Vee of pubic hair and it looked very much as though she had suddenly grown herself a prick.
Birgitta then lay beside her, reversing herself so that she could apply her lips to the swollen, purple head of Doug's prick and at the same time offer her own ripe, cunt-dripping pussy to Elaine. The position struck Cathy as erotic in the extreme and she immediately began using the vibrator on herself, working the tip back and forth along the feverishly aroused lips of her pussy and occasionally dipping the conical point into the wet, slippery trench between them. She did not switch it on; the mere presence of the tool was enough for her at that moment.
Doug lay quietly and allowed the women to do the work. Elaine rubbed herself back and forth against his cock, moving very slightly, and squeezed her long, lovely thighs together with a gentle rhythm that forced the broad shaft against the superbly excited lips of her pussy again and again. Birgitta forced her lips as far down the tool as she could reach; Cathy saw that she was, in effect, sucking Doug's prick and also kissing Elaine's pussy at the same time, a sight that made her stiff little clitoris throb harder than ever. Gradually she began working the tip of the vibrator further back along her slit and bringing it closer to the rim of her cunt. Finally, feeling a deep, urgent need for the tool, she slipped it into that tight little receptacle and further up her cunt.
Elaine buried her face between her in-law's thighs and began tonguing the woman with a slow but intense ardor. Cathy could hear her tongue making soft, liquid noises as it worked up and down that gamy slit, dipping into Birgitta's hotly aroused cunt and then moving out to slide down over her clitoris. She knew herself that Elaine possessed a marvelous skill at exciting a woman, having the ability to divine her innermost wants at any time, and that she could bring a pussy to a state of throbbing, heaving exultation with the utmost ease.
"Put him in your cunt!" Birgitta suddenly gasped, wrenching her lips away from Doug's big cock for a moment. "Let him fuck both of us at the same time!"
Doug moved a bit lower on the bed, relative to Elaine; that shift pointed his cock upward and allowed it to penetrate the juicy lips of the woman's pussy. Birgitta guided it between them and into her cunt, grunting loudly as she did so. As his thick, lust-hardened tool slid into Elaine's hot, juicy cunt, he groaned ecstatically, making it abundantly clear that he found her flesh to be extremely delicious to his prick.
He reached around Elaine's head to grasp Birgitta's uppermost hip and then, finding it readily accessible, stretched further and worked the tip of a finger into her moist, throbbing cunt. Birgitta jerked heavily as his finger penetrated her flesh and moved about. After thrusting the finger deep, he removed it and found her anus. She gasped deep in her throat and quivered even more convulsively as he began fingerfucking her asshole. Elaine continued licking her still clitoris with those same slow, gently strokes that were so devastatingly effective in bringing her sexual arousal to a peak.
Doug fucked his prick deep into Elaine's waiting cunt, sending at least half the big tool slithering up that tight, lustfully congested tunnel. When he withdrew to mount another thrust, she tilted her pelvis away from him, so that his cock drove up the furrow of her pussy when he leaned against her once more. Birgitta was ready for the change and she had her mouth positioned so that the head of his cock slipped directly between her lips. Doug continued his stroke, just as though his prick were driving into Elaine's hot, tight cunt, and then pulled back once more. Elaine tilted her pelvis down and, moving forward once more, his prick slipped back into the waiting rim of her cunt.
Cathy's heart gave a mighty throb of sexual elation when she saw the bizarre but intensely erotic strategy the women had adopted. The sight of her husband's prick disappearing into Elaine's cunt, and then into Birgitta's mouth, gave her spirits a decided boost in sexual energy and she began working the tip of the vibrator deeper into her cunt. Doug continued the in-and-out motion, alternately fucking Elaine's cunt and Birgitta's mouth, and the girl felt her own sexuality growing into a tense, knotted mass of throbbing tissue that cried out for release. She fucked herself with the vibrator for another moment or two and then saw a way in which she could be even more useful to the others.
Removing the cunt-smeared tool from her flesh, she brought it down to the cheeks of Doug's ass. She spread his buttocks with one hand and pointed the tip of the vibrator against his anus with the other, then began working it into the tense opening. At once he began fucking harder and groaning with vast delight. Cathy found his decidedly encouraging response to be a marvelous aphrodisiac and, as she worked it deeper into his ass, she began masturbating herself with her free hand.
"Unngghhh! Ahhhhh!" Doug cried. "She's fucking me-unngghhh!-in the ass withaurrgghhhh!-with that vibrator! Ooooohh! Ahhhhh! My God, she's driving it all the way in and-annngghh-owwwwww!-I'm coming already!"
Elaine continued tilting her pelvis toward him and then away from his cock on alternate strokes, so that his prick either slid up her cunt or drove along the wet, lathered furrow of her pussy and into Birgitta's waiting mouth. Cathy knelt over them in order to watch every facet of their lovemaking and saw his big, brawny prick, wet with Elaine's ripe cunt juices, just as it began spurting out those rich jets of steaming sperm. His first pulsing burst of semen occurred just after he had pulled his prick from her cunt and thus the girl could clearly see the clotted love-cream shoot out against Birgitta's waiting lips.
The woman cried out and opened her mouth wide to receive his thrusting cock. The second spurt of semen rocketed into her mouth and then he pulled back to thrust forward again, this time into Elaine's hot cunt. She felt his cock give another mighty lurch of sensual ecstasy that sent a third bolt of liquid lava squirting against the exquisitely sensitive flesh of her cunt, a sensation that brought a muffled shriek of pure sensual pleasure to her lips. Crying out with joy as the spurting prick sent a lightning bolt of sexual pleasure coursing outward from her lustfully aroused cunt, she gave a mighty shudder and ground her loins around the thick, meaty shaft.
Cathy continued to work the vibrator back and forth in Doug's ass as she watched the trio fuck and suck themselves into a frenzy of orgiastic madness. Birgitta was coming too, she noticed; the pleasure of having Doug's spurting cock in her mouth, even if only occasionally, together with Elaine's abandoned sucking, proved to be enough to bring her cunt to a feverish pitch of lustfully exciting pleasure. The trio continued to thrust and grind against each other until they had extracted every droplet of sperm which Doug's balls could produce. Then they slowed their motions and gradually relaxed into a warm, closely locked mass of humanity.
Cathy's pussy had responded ardently, of course, and her fingers had brought her flesh to a glowing state of satiety. Even more pleasing, she found, was the knowledge that she had helped these people achieve a state of blessed sexual euphoria. After a moment she slipped the vibrator from Doug's ass and tossed it aside. Then she curled up at his back, fitting her breasts and belly against him tenderly, and wrapped her arms about his body.
"Mmmmm, that was fun!" she whispered. "You were making it good, I could tell! And both of them were really getting off on you, too!"
"Yeah, it was really great," he said after a moment. "God, when you put that thing up my ass I thought I was going to die, it felt so fucking good!"
"It did wonders for his balls too," Elaine said. "Damn, it's been years since I've felt a guy go off so strong in me! He even shot off stronger than Sven! Are you sure you gave this guy a workout this morning?"
"I'm positive!" Cathy replied. "In fact, I even felt a little of his come dribbling out just now, when I was doing it to myself! Want to try the taste test and see for yourself?"
"In a minute, dear," Elaine said. "Yeah, in a minute or two, as soon as I get my head together enough to know what's going on! I'd really like going down on you, I really would! And if some of his come is still flavoring that sweet little cunt of yours, well, that'll just make it better than ever!"
"Yah, I eat you too!" Birgitta murmured, her accent noticeably thicker nw. "God, he fuck goot! And come? Like an angel!"
Cathy felt a perverse sense of pride at hearing their praise of Doug's amatory prowess. She knew that he was an exceptional lover, of course, but still she felt very good at hearing a pair of women as knowledgeable as these confirm that judgment. When she considered the additional fact that he had chosen her for his wife, selecting her over all the other women he had known, she felt even better about her situation.
Doug's prick remained clamped between Elaine's voracious thighs. She released him reluctantly, spreading them apart to open herself to Birgitta, and Cathy watched intently as the broad shaft slipped out of her stepmother's hot, juicy cunt. Stray jets of his sperm still dotted her pussy, giving it an even more sensual look, and Birgitta let it be known that she would let nothing deter her from devouring that tasty morsel.
"Every bit of it!" she muttered. "I lick it off your pussy and then I suck it from your cunt! Mmmmm, I want it all!"
"Very well," Cathy said, turning to bend over Doug's loins and to lift his prick to her mouth. "I guess that means that I get to go down on him and lick all the rest of the come and pussy drip off his cock!"
Elaine submitted to Birgitta's lascivious, questing mouth and turned to watch as Cathy devoured Doug's prick. The girl showed no restraint or inhibition as she warmed to that deliriously thrilling task. The mature flavor of Elaine's strenuously aroused cunt, mixed with the strongly masculine taste of Doug's sperm, made a unique and intoxicatingly erotic ointment for the big tool and Cathy's pussy warmed once again as her lips savored the treat fastened onto his loins. She worked her mouth far down the thick shaft, swirling her tongue about greedily, and then broke free in order to bring her lips to bear upon the portion which she could not get into her mouth. After licking the stalk clean, she turned her attention to his balls and gave them the same treatment.
"See if you can't get over me!" Elaine muttered as the girl continued to kiss his brown, wrinkled bag and caress the big balls with her tongue. "Let me suck you off while you're doing that!"
The proposal struck Cathy as erotic in the extreme and she quickly maneuvered herself around to bring her pussy directly over Elaine's hungry mouth. The position was not the most comfortable in the world but the sexual thrill it provided more than offset that disadvantage. She felt an electrifying charge of pure animal sexuality shoot outward from her aching, burning slit as Elaine spread the lips with her index fingers to expose the taut, aching rim of her cunt. The touch of the woman's tongue, butterfly-soft and very fleeting, gave her an added jolt of sensual arousal, though this was soon multiplied many times over when Elaine lightly tongued her stiff little clitoris.
"Ubbbbb! Glllbbbbb!" she grunted, her oaths of joy muffled and distorted beyond comprehension by the mouthful of hard, hot cock. "Nnnnnnggggg!"
She sucked harder than ever at his prick for a moment but then Elaine began tonguing her in earnest and she had to stop, lest she bite his cock off in her raging excitement. Her head snapped back and a look of the utmost concentration spread over her face. Her eyes closed tight and her cheeks flushed lightly.
Birgitta, who had completely cleansed Elaine's pussy by this time, saw her chance and leaped to take it. Springing to her knees and gently pushing Cathy aside, she straddled Doug and guided his stiff prick between the lips of her pussy. She lowered herself down onto the swollen stem of rigid flesh, grimacing with pleasure as she felt the broad head dilate the mouth of her cunt and then dip inside that tight, hot crevice. Grunting out an incoherent oath, she impaled herself further and then began grinding her hips from side to side.
Doug, barely aware of the transition, continued thrusting just as though his cock were still spearing into Cathy's mouth. It took him a moment or two before he realized that a change had been made. Looking down and focusing his lust-glazed eyes, he saw what had happened. Birgitta's voluptuous form stirred him deeply and he surged upward, sheathing at least two-thirds of his stiff cock in her cunt at once.
"Agghhhh!" she groaned. "Not so hard, love, you kill me!"
"Sorry," he gasped. "It's just that your cunt's so-ugghhh!-so fucking tight! And hot, too! Yeah, that's Grade-A, prime fucking material, so you just work it on down and we'll both have ourselves a come!"
Cathy was entirely oblivious to this development. Elaine, who found the leftover taste of Doug's come to be totally inspiring, had begun working her hot tongue deep into the girl's cunt and was now sucking her with a vengeance. She lavished all her considerable skill on that delicious task and felt every shift in the sexual temperature of the marvelously responsive orifice into which her tongue darted time and time again. She occasionally alternated this semi-fucking action with quick jabs of her tongue against Cathy's strained clitoris, a tactic which brought quick gasps of frantic approval from deep in the girl's throat. She also paid due attention to her stepdaughter's anus, working her hot tongue over its puckered surface and occasionally into the opening itself, and then following up that form of stimulation with an artfully applied finger. Cathy's womb tightened into a hard, throbbing knot of sensuality and seemed to be stretching far tighter than she had ever felt it before. She was preparing herself to launch a mighty orgasm into Elaine's mouth, she vaguely realized, and she began fucking against that deliciously pleasing mouth with a slow, circular motion that naturally heightened the strength of her response.
Birgitta now bent forward over Doug and guided one of her dark nipples into his waiting mouth. He accepted it gratefully and ran his tongue over the hard, hot cone of distended flesh, working his prick back and forth within her cunt at the same time. He reached around her hip with his right hand to stroke the flaring lips of her pussy and then brought the finger up until it rested against the rim of her anus. She jerked heavily at the contact but did not attempt to move his hand away.
"Oh, do it!" she whispered into his ear. "Put your finger up my ass! I love a double fuck; it always makes my cunt go wild when I feel it in both places at once! Do it to me, do it now!"
Doug needed no more encouragement than that. He worked his finger as far into her ass as he could, up to the second knuckle, and began rimming her with a gentle but insistent rhythm. His prick continued to work back and forth in her cunt and then she drove down hard against him, forcing the lips of her pussy to smack against the base of that tool. Her clitoris ground into his pubic hair and that wiry mass of cunt-soaked fur gave her the final dash of stimulation she needed in order to release the flood of emotion gathered deep in her loins.
"Aiiieeee!" she howled, shuddering heavily as the convulsive spasms of orgiastic joy rippled through her womb and then quickly spread over her body. "Ohhh, fuck! Fuck me all the way! Ugghhhh! Owwwww! God, you're fucking me to death, you're killing me with cock! Mmmmm, sweet cock! Fuck, damn you, fuck!"
Her cries of total delight triggered a sympathetic response in Cathy's ardently fired young cunt. Elaine had thrust her tongue deep into that juicy canal when she felt the first quiver of release. She thereupon began tongue-fucking the girl harder and faster than ever, knowing that this would cause her orgasm to become infinitely stronger, and soon felt her reward. Cathy's cunt nipped and clutched at her tongue as the waves of sexual pleasure mounted into a flood of the most abandoned joy. She continued that same action until Cathy gave a final, whimpering cry of agony and rolled off her, curling up in a tight ball to protect her tortured pussy from any further stimulation.
Doug had not been able to come again, though his prick had retained almost all its rigidity. Birgitta chastised him for his failure to flood her cunt with sperm but he explained that he had already overtaxed his balls that day-not to speak of the previous two days he had spent with Cathy!-and said that it would be a miracle if he ever produced any more of that cream.
"I know," Birgitta said as she stretched out at his side and took his semi-stiff prick into her hand. "All three of us, we want too much, that's true. But damn, when it's so good, who wouldn't want all they could get?"
"She's right," Cathy said. "But look at it this way: Ken and Kevin and Sven have been out on that rig all this time, with not a woman anywhere around, and you can just imagine what they're going to want when they get back!"
"Mmmm, and you'd better believe that we'll be here to give it to them!" Elaine chortled. "I guess she's right, Birgitta; we'll have all the cock we can handle when that crowd gets back! And you two, what are you going to do? Will you stay here with us for a time? I can promise you, there'll be so much fucking and sucking around here that the bed will never recover from it!"
"Who cares?" Cathy answered. "If that new process makes the well a producer, and I'm betting that it will, than we'll have all the beds we could ever want! And I know just the man to share them with! No, I'd like to stay a while, wouldn't you, Doug?"
"You'd better believe it," he said. "The way you three like to fuck and suck, I'd be a fool to stay anywhere else!"
