The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true, " was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist can contest...."Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he alloweth himself. But he that doubteth is damned if he eat." Those who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself.
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CHAPTER ONE
Yvette patiently waited for her fourteen year old twin sons to finish their breakfast, if that were possible. As the two curly, dark-haired boys wolfed down an enormous pile of griddle cakes each after already finishing their eggs and bacon, their amused mother watched, recalling the many years of forcing them to eat anything at all. Years ago they didn't like vegetables, they didn't like fish, they didn't like fruit, and they didn't like meat. Then they began to differentiate. They liked string beans but they didn't like lima beans; they liked apples but they didn't like pears, etc. That was the stage they had just passed through. It had taken two hours a meal to get enough in their stomachs to keep them barely alive, or so it seemed to Yvette, who had often been tempted to wrestle them to the floor and shovel the food in through a funnel. Now she barely put the food on the table before it was gone. They certainly had changed.
But then, she thought, studying their hard young bodies as they sat in the morning sunlight in the breakfast nook, they had grown tremendously in just one year. Working with weights had helped considerably. The well-tanned arms that emerged from their white tee shirts were beginning to display their developing biceps with certain movements they made.
Yvette sighed, pulling the edges of her pink dressing gown together over her full, rounded breasts. It was hard to remember sometimes that they were growing young men now and that she had to remember to dress more carefully. At times like now, when she did suddenly become aware of their masculinity, it startled her and made her self-conscious. Her dressing gown seemed too tight around her hips and full thighs. Her long body seemed too slender for her big boobs ... oh God, she could feel her nipples stiffening against the pink satin of her gown. She clutched the garment more tightly around her. Then she glanced up and saw that Neil had stopped eating for a moment. He had just averted his eyes from her and his crooked little smile made her blush. There was a frustrating erosion in her relationship with the twins lately. The knowing little smiles, the arrogant expressions on their formerly open and trusting faces, their deliberate disobediences were all a new experience for her. Phil kept telling her that it was normal, but it continued to bewilder her.
Their interest in sex seemed to have developed at the same time. At least that's when they began papering their clubhouse with naked pinups. She was too ashamed to tell Phil about that! He had a fifteen year old daughter who was the sweetest, purest little girl that Yvette Morris had ever met. How Phil had managed to raise a daughter like that in this day and age was more than she could figure out. Kathy Hoffman was a chaste, blonde, blue-eyed beauty who seemed to Yvette to be just the opposite of her own sons. That was at least part of Phil Hoffman's attraction for Yvette. Phil's wife had died five years ago, and he had raised a paragon of a child all by himself. Yvette could not help but feel that he might be the man to straighten out her boys. And speaking of Phil, he should be along at any moment, Yvette noted.
"Come on, boys," Yvette said when they had finished and were about to turn the breakfast table into a playroom. Joe was aiming his syrup-covered plate at Neil. "Joe!" she shouted sternly.
"Oh, Ma! I'm not going to throw it. You must know that by now!" Joe retorted, a cruel edge to his voice.
Yvette recalled what Phil had told her and stilled her anger as best she could. He insisted that children this age couldn't help their nasty attitudes and that it was better to overlook it. Phil insisted that his daughter, Kathy, was the same way although Yvette found that difficult to believe. "You might accidentally drop it," Yvette told Joe in measured tones.
"Yeah, right on his head!" Joe laughed, his attention turned back to his brother.
"Let's split," Neil suggested and then looked at his mother with mock patronage. "I'll take care of this trouble-maker, Ma!"
They both burst into laughter and Joe chased Neil through the screen door and in a mad rush that seemed as though it would take the door off its hinges. Like two mountain goats, they butted each other toward and into their clubhouse. Their raucous play was hardly compatible with the nude women pasted all over the walls there. It was impossible for Yvette to understand them. If only she dared tell Phil about the sex and the pinups and all that! If the boys were a year or two older, she would be unafraid to ask her boyfriend's advice, but she was sure that boys did not ordinarily become interested in sex as young as fourteen. She was frightened that Phil would steer clear of marrying a woman with such abnormal children! He kept telling her that his Kathy was as much of a problem to him as her boys were to her, but he didn't know the whole story!
Yvette started to clear the breakfast nook. She was feeling terribly vulnerable and unsettled. When she and Doug had divorced a few years before, she anticipated no problems whatever. The boys were good in school and unbelievably calm about the divorce. Of course, they still saw Doug when he was in town. She had always considered it fortunate that he did come to see them, that he seemed to enjoy seeing them. She had to give him credit for being a good father. If only he had been a better husband. If only he could have been content with one woman. Suddenly Yvette thought again of her boys and the early interest in sex they were showing. Perhaps they were like their father that way! Except for their green eyes, they were more like her physically. They had her skin tones, her features, and her mousy hair, which on herself she bleached and colored silver. Maybe they were like their father in the early development and strength of their sex drives! She used to think they would be engineers like their father. They had his math ability even though it no longer showed on their mediocre report cards.
She knew they were nothing like her mentally. Neither of them could draw or had any interest in the arts, whereas that was Yvette's field. She and Phil worked together for a small company, a wholesale distributor of prizes and premiums, doing their catalogues and advertising. They both did the drawing and the writing. In fact, Phil was her boss although neither of them paid much attention to that, doing the work interchangeably. But Phil was good at his work! Yvette really admired that man! Her whole body now glowed as she thought of him. He would soon be here, too, after dropping Kathy at the church where she would go to Sunday School and then sing in the choir after that. As she ran the hot water in the dishpan, she wondered what would happen if she married Phil. Would he be able to get the boys to go to Sunday School? She found herself chuckling aloud at the very thought. How would he handle them? She could not imagine any more than she could imagine being a mother to a fifteen year old girl. Yet marriage was certainly in the air.
Another thing that was strange, now that she thought of it, was the fact that sexy Phil had such a chaste daughter while she, reticent Yvette, had a pair of sex-minded sons! She knew better than to deduce that males are sexy and women are not. Good God! Once she got started there was no holding her. She knew this about herself. Once Phil managed to work his way past her wall of reticence, he was well taken care of! But if he did not push, they would not get started at all!
She was in the process of emptying the dishpan and rinsing it when the doorbell rang. She pulled her robe together again quickly, retying her belt while moving toward the living room. Carefully, she peeked around the opened aoor. It was Phil Hoffman wearing an amused smile, his blue eyes dancing, and his brown hair that was usually combed neatly straight and back, ruffled by the wind. "I can't get over how you open that door," he told her with a grin. "You look as though you're afraid I'm going to rape you right here on the porch ... hmmm," he continued with mock seriousness. "That's a thought!" She shut the door when he was inside and he waited until she had. He had learned not to try to kiss her when the door was open and the neighbors might see. Phil was ostensibly a mild mannered man, but there was nothing weak about him and nothing that bowed to the neighbors. He saw no reason why he shouldn't kiss her wherever he chose ... a friendly kiss, of course. But now, he drew her to him, possessively, before she could say anything, his lips finding hers without difficulty and pressing hard, his mouth wetly opening to hers, tightly grinding her lush lips and mouth almost savagely to his own. Yvette felt herself go limp, unrestrainably responsive as always to his fervent kisses, but when the soft eagerness of his tongue bid for entry, she gently caught herself, pushing free.
"No, Phil, honey, we can't," she gasped, breathing heavily.
"Why not? It's Sunday morning. Kathy's in church and the boys are...?"
"In the clubhouse. They just finished breakfast."
"They won't be in for hours, you know that. But we can be careful. We'll lock the screen so they'll have to yell to get in, and I won't get undressed. How's that? Honey, I'm hot for you!"
"Phil, I'm asking you not to, please? I know the kids won't be in but...." She was searching for a way to tell him that she felt she ought to be an example to her children, that maybe that's what they needed right now ... especially now.
"Yvette, don't you love me?"
"Yes, you know I do. I ... I adore you."
"Well then?" he was asking her with that relentless gaze under which she could never remember what it was she wanted to say.
"It ... it's just not the time," she said finally.
"Time?" he asked quietly. "Time is something no one has enough of ... for love." He took his arms from her and went to the cabinet under the lamp beside the couch. He reached inside, behind a stack of magazines and pulled out a bottle of scotch. "Someday those boys are going to find this," he told her, taking the bottle into the kitchen for a glass. "If you're really worried about it, why don't you lock it up?"
"I keep meaning to find another place for it," she told him, following at his heels into the kitchen. "But I have nothing that locks up."
"Tell you what," he suggested. "I'll design you a bar with doors that lock if you'll get the boys to build it. I'm scared to death of hammers."
She laughed. "What shall we tell them they're building so they won't put a secret door in that they can use?"
Phil filled his glass with ice and scotch. "Do you want one of these?"
"Not at this hour of the morning," she told him. "The very thought of it turns my stomach. I don't know how you can do it!"
"Well," he sighed heavily. "I don't know either. It's a habit I picked up a few years ago. Not a bad one, really. One scotch lasts me all day. Funny, isn't it?"
Yvette could always tell from his tone of voice when whatever he said referred in some way to Laura, his dead wife. When he had mentioned that there was not enough time for love, she knew he was referring to her. Off and on he accompanied his morning scotch with a remark of its being a habit, an oddity of his. This was the first time that he referred to how long it had been a habit. Suddenly Yvette realized that 'a few years ago' would very likely coincide with his wife's death, too. Did he still love Laura? Was she a ghost between them ... forever? Was she, Yvette, asking to be hurt? Did she love him? Yes, she felt certain that she did. She was attracted in so many ways, yet maybe the biggest way was that of a moth attracted to a flame!
But, oh God, she could no more resist him than she could stop breathing, for he seemed to kindle a prurient desire inside her the equivalent of a forest fire, once he kindled her. It had certainly never been that way with Doug, but he had been so fast and urgent and impatient!
"Just what did you have in mind for us to do this morning?" he was asking her, interrupting her thoughts. "Maybe you'd like to work on the new catalogue for the newspapers. That's about what it would take to get my mind off you-know where!" He held his glass toward her in a toast.
"Oh you silly!" she replied, searching his calm face to see if he were upset or disappointed or agreeable. She could tell nothing. "You would make a good poker player," she said.
"What do you know about poker?" he asked, showing no expression still.
She had to laugh again because he knew she didn't play cards. Phil clapped his glass down on the sideboard beside the sink and reached out quickly before she could answer and drew her up to wrap his strong arms around her, crushing her softness against his chest. He nuzzled her hair, kissing the nape of her neck. "Someday I'm going to tell you how I know what you have in your subconscious mind when I come over on Sunday morning," he muttered between kisses. "Someday," he promised.
"Subconscious?" she said quizzically. She sensually shivered at the beginning tingles which his loving grasp and closeness always caused her, at the tantalizing flutters of desire which rippled through her flesh whenever he was this way, truly loving and sincere, his feverishly demanding, hardened body generating the lust of his loins by his mere touch! "No, Phil, please! Let me go!" she breathed heavily, as if gasping for air when he refused to concede, holding even tighter to her. Now he was walking her, not back to the bedroom, but towards the screen door. "What are you doing?" she whispered strongly.
"I'm locking the door, that's all," he said coolly while he reached up behind her and dropped the little hook easily into the eye. Then he moved her back into the hallway, just out of sight of the door. His big hand began to move in small circles along the back of her gown, over the satiny material, until he felt for the usual thin bra ridged strap and found none. Then he let one hand move slowly around to the front, toward her full rounded lush breasts, but not quite, and he kissed her with heated, moistened lips all along her slender white neck and upper shoulder, pushing her silver hair aside with his nose. He thought about her erotically pointed firm breasts with their hardened berry-like nipples, how they begged to be sucked and loved when she was aflame with passion, and his long, heavy cock excitedly swelled in his tight pants, the tension beginning to lustfully grind in his balls, causing them to dully throb. He could barely contain his desire to possess this breathtakingly beautiful woman who was such a mixture of virtuous timidity, and in bed an utter wanton! Her habit of virtuous timidity was very comfortable to work with, but it sometimes took severe breaking into when inconvenient ... like now. It was like laying a virgin every time they made love. She started off like an innocent girl who had never experienced the delights of fucking and was hesitant to learn, then winding up like an insatiable whore!
She had been driving him crazy for so long now, that he was sure they ought to get married. Christ, Kathy needed a woman to turn to sometimes, and Yvette knew next to nothing about boys, judging from some of the remarks she made. Take this business of hiding the scotch in the living room. Unless she were hitting it more often than she admitted, he was almost certain there was some missing from time to time, but he wouldn't say anything. She had too many hang-ups to guide a couple of boys.
All she'd know how to do is punish. He had become accustomed to more free-swinging females since Laura. Yvette guarded her lusciously gorgeous body with an almost furious intensity up to a certain point, and then she capitulated with a still more furious intensity of unbelievable raging desire once her most precious possession was given to him. Maybe for the boys' sakes, he thought, I ought to marry her. He chuckled almost aloud. Then it occurred to him in a more serious vein that maybe she would be less apprehensive of sex if she were married.
A good many of his hours away from her he spent dreaming of nothing else but fucking her lately, of slipping his long, hard, aching cock deep into her moistened tight pussy and cumming with surges of his white, hot sperm filling her quiveringly soft belly! Slowly now, determinedly, he tilted her face to his, sensing that she was breathing raggedly, and although unwanted, that her inner passions were once more unfolding like a spring flower in the morning sun. Her lips were trembling, half resisting his, but ever succumbing. They were lushly wet and parted, her eyes closed in the rapture she couldn't deny. He kissed her heatedly while she moaned beneath the fervent pressure of his opened wet mouth. Then, following one brief panicky moment in which she trembled all over and whimpered aloud, Yvette fell limply against him, trembling, savoring his masculine lips and taste, darting her tongue forward to meet his ravaging one that was slashing into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. Her full, high-set breasts with their hardened pebble-like nipples, dug into his chest through his sport shirt and her gown as she ground them against him with a sudden hunger, and at last Phil knew that all was well and damned promising!
Yvette sensuously quivered, her suddenly flushed tingling flesh unable to resist the teasing temptations of Phil's inciting embraces, even as she knew she couldn't all along, her inflamed mind abruptly thinking of the times before when she'd submitted to his fulfilling male virility. She felt her passionately moistening loins sensorially responding, her hotly dilating vagina filling with the secretions of her uncontrollable, sudden desire, and into her mind came the lascivious remembrances of how his lean, muscular buttocks had moved pistoningly so that his wonderful, rock-hard penis could soar up and down, in and out, of her trembling, moistened pink cuntal channel, the way it too often felt when her own fingers did it ... or the way her little hand slid his foreskin back and forth, the girth of his huge cock hot in her tiny hand, making him whimper with delight!
Futilely she told herself to stop thinking about these things as Phil went on massaging her trembling, intimate flesh, then hugged her tightly to him, urgently kissing her with his fiery opened mouth. Her churning belly quaked erotically with a series of fluttering sensations as the salacious images continued to parade through her mind. She pressed against his hardened male flesh, unable any longer to control her aroused curvaceous body's reactions to him, and a sensuously tender palpitation began in her secreting cunt, until she could almost feel her lover's penetration again! Subconsciously, she wrapped her arms around his neck while she whimpered subjectively, pulling him closer to her and simultaneously arching her wet pubic mound against his swollen loins, feeling his huge, enrapturing hardness through her thin gown and his tight pants, his huge, beautifully long, thick cock, which she knew was that life-giving rod of hardened flesh that was straining in its need for her at that moment!
"Come on, honey. Let's see what's under the gown!" he hotly whispered, his scotch-scented breath against her face.
"Ooooohhhh, Phil!" she gasped in a halfhearted protest.
He was already tugging at the flimsy, slippery belt holding the pink gown to her body. Then it was open, her feverishly naked, smooth flesh quivering and palpitating against his muscular lean strong body, pressed tightly to him, nevertheless, as he continued to kiss her with lust-filled fury, flattening and spreading her lips open until she uncontrollably splurged her tiny tongue deep into the hot male shelter of his mouth. Then a frightened, beautifully dancing excitement came alive at the very pit of her turbulent stomach! For suddenly, she felt herself being lifted and transported down the hall toward the bedroom, as if she and her Phil Hoffman were one individual, her body readily moving with his rather than against it, her long-gone resistance leaving her nothing tangible to fight with or against. Then she floated downward onto the cloud of her bed, his male pressure following until they were both stretched out.
His hands began to eagerly explore her sensuously incited, naked curves, caressing the swelling fullness of her firmly rounded breasts, and Yvette felt their hardened nipples tingle as she breathlessly watched his face lowering to them. She sensed his mouth, wet and hot, engulf one to heatedly suck at it, and then his white teeth worrying it to the point of blinding ecstasy!
"Oooohhhh, please Phil! I can't stand it! Stop! No!" Yvette begged, sensing the inability of her mind and soul to cope with his takeover of her ungovernable body. But she never wanted him to stop, not really, and Phil Hoffman knew that. He'd been there before. To Yvette it was as if she had never spoken, but she couldn't admit, even to herself, her joy that he paid her no mind. His hands prowled over her silken-skinned ribs and downy belly, brushed the dark pubic hair until she prickled and his taunting made her half-heartedly try to squirm away. Still his hands followed her, at last splaying the tender, moistened flushed lips of her pink little cunt, as he sometimes did with his mouth and tongue. The memory of those times sent confused sensations through her brain, but before she could organize them, she was forced to groan aloud, suddenly unable to contain herself with his extended finger in her seething cunt. Suddenly, too, she found herself writhing upon it! "Oh ... oooohhhh, God, Phil," she excitedly gasped. "Oh darling, we shouldn't! You know we shouldn't! Someone might come! The boys...."
"Nobody will come, honey. By the time they tried to beat the screen door down, we'd be up and dressed." Christ, you'd think your life had to stop the minute you had kids, he thought, not really giving a damn at this point, his throbbing cock in the state it was. Hell, he'd fuck her right there and now if the President of the United States stood over the bed! Goddamn, she was so beautiful with her silver hair and big brown eyes and silken body! He began then to tug off his clothing, removing his shirt over his head, then his pants, not bothering to get off the bed and hoping she had forgotten that he promised to leave his clothes on. She said nothing and it took only a minute for the discarded garments to fall down onto the floor in a crumpled heap. Then he rolled on top of her, straddling her in a kneeling position she was familiar with, his long, thick blood-engorged cock menacingly standing out from his hairy loins. He smiled warmly down at her, caressing his hands over her quivering, rounded full thighs and lushly upthrust breasts.
Christ, he marveled as always at her mind-blowing curvaceousness. He always did when she was lying naked and subjectedly exposed beneath him. Sometimes he couldn't believe it when he looked at her. She was that beautiful! Her face was ovaled, and the big brown eyes gave her an air of innocence which definitely fit her spasmodic reluctance and at the same time made his conquest all the more enticing. Her long silver hair was fine and silky, hanging over her shoulders like a teenager. He knew from the dark color of the hair on her pubic mound that she was naturally dark, but the silver was good for her. It brought out a sweetness, he guessed. Her flesh felt unbelievably satiny when they made love and her breasts were incredible, soft, lovely white mounds with rosebud nipples. Then between her long, symmetrical legs was the soft, dark pubic down covering her moistened pink vaginal flesh. Even at that moment, in the morning light, her cunt glistened with a wet silverish droplet clinging to one tiny pink lip, her sexual excitement secreting the gems which formed like honeyed dew on her silken pubic hair. He could even see her trembling little stiffened clitoris shyly peeking through the wet, petalish folds of her pussy-crevice, palpitating in excited hardness. Not even one blemish marred the flat evenness of her quivering, smooth-planed belly, which was uncontrollably quaking as she writhed expectantly beneath him, tossing her lovely head from side to side, excitedly whipping her radiant face back and forth. It reminded him of the spun glass he had seen on Christmas trees.
Yvette tremulously felt the hot, throbbing hugeness of his hardened penis press against her soft, tingling inner thighs. She spasmodically jerked, a soul-searing moan escaping from deep in her chest as she arched her slender neck and ground her naked, rounded white buttocks down against her opened gown and the bed beneath her, feebly endeavoring to somehow escape his taking of her exposed, passion-incited moist genitals, even as she wanted him to. "No, no, no...." she whimpered, gnashing her teeth, hissing the negative word through their even whiteness, sensing it emptily ricocheting against the walls of her skull.
Once more, he dropped his hot, wet mouth to her sensuously trembling breasts, cupping each firmly upthrust white mound with a hand, then sucking their tiny hardened nipples teasingly deep into his warm mouth, one after the other.
"Oh, God," Yvette moaned, knowing that she should try to regain control of herself, but knowing as well that she didn't want it to stop now. It was too late. As much as she desired to resist, there was that point at which she switched from prude to wanton, and she was almost there. Yes, yes, it was too late.
His fiery wet mouth began a gentle, nerve-tattering nibble along her white shoulders, causing goose-flesh to race over her smooth, sensitive skin. She uncontrollably shivered from the sudden, erotically stimulating sensation, and then his hot, hard body was easing off of her, lying beside her while his strong, caressing hands stroked teasingly light over the soft, satiny firmness of her quivering belly and trembling full thighs, as he teased his wet lips and laving hot tongue along her sensuously aroused curves. His liquidly taunting, fevered mouth grazed wetly downward in the wake of his hands to the flat plain of her softly quaking belly, tonguing, momentarily, in the dip of her tingling navel, raising soft mewls and gasps of hissing pleasure from her dry throat. The struggle was over for her and they both knew it. She suddenly wanted him, had to have him hot and throbbing with his hardness thrusting into the dilated moistness of her seething vagina. Then she felt her tremulous white full thighs being pressed gently open and she offered no resistance even as he hunched down between them.
With a convulsive gasp, Yvette sucked in her breath as she felt his thumbs pressing outward and spreading the flushed hair-lined lips of her desire-infused pussy excitedly open, the coolness of the room air brushing over her sensitive, wet inner flesh with an intoxicating whisper that sent chills of delight racing along her spine. Abruptly his searing tongue darted forward, its flicking hot tip moistly teasing against the tiny bud of her pink tingling clitoris, sending further shudders of rapture charging through her now passionately writhing hips and rounded white buttocks. She moaned audibly, feeling his fiery laving tongue slither wetly downward through the flaccid pink flesh of her opened vaginal crevice and suddenly slip heatedly deep into the moistened secret flesh of her warmly pulsating cuntal passage!
Yvette crashed back to moral sanity with that sensualistic shock of momentary obscenity that snapped something inside her. "No! No, not that, Phil!" she shiveringly gasped. Her arms encircled his head and pulled him upward over her body toward her warm, pliant mouth. "Kiss me here, darling, on the lips," she begged. "Make love to me ... right! I want you to ... to make love to me, darling, but ... but right!"
Phil didn't resist. He allowed himself to be maneuvered up the length of her soft trembling body, in spite of the lustful urge to suck up every sweet flowering droplet of her delicious cunt juices and brush his hot tongue against her pussy lips with yearning licentious heart. Damn, this was the one flaw with her, he thought, as he once more pressured his wet, hungry lips onto hers. In spite of her Victorian hang-ups, she was an unknown phenomena in bed, once you swindled her there, better than any goddamned woman he'd ever known. Yet, he'd been unsuccessful any of the times they had been together in trying to teach her the erotic delights which mouth against cunt and lips around cock could produce. Damn, he wanted this beautiful woman to do the same to him, to see her head roll wantonly from side to side as he tongued the velvetish hot flesh of her sweet nectared cunt, and at the same time, have that butter-soft mouth of hers stuffed suckingly with his hard, aching cock. The very thought of it, Christ, the goddamned very thought of it made him tense in his virile loins. Just kissing her on the mouth made him want to cum inside her there, to shoot his hot, thick white sperm into her slender gulping throat as he had into other throats and heard their mewls and pleas for more!
"Darling, please don't be angry," she huskily whispered, breaking his train of lust-incited thoughts, her tremulously long-legged, passion-aroused body sensually undulating beneath him now in its need. "Please, I want you now, Phil darling, and you know that, don't you? You have me so hot that I've got to feel your big hard cock inside me! Oh, damn you, Philip Hoffman! You just think you're the boss all around, don't you!"
He grinned exultantly at her as she meant him to, the fire of his own burning desire flaming in his eyes. "Damn it!" he throatily rasped. "How beautiful you are, honey, when you get to the point of wanting me, of needing me!"
She began to shiver under him, her hot full thighs rubbing hungrily upward against his lean, hard loins. "I'm human, darling. I can only take so much and then I ... I go mad! I can't stop! I have to have you hard and deep and ... and way, way up inside my hot cunt and belly! Oh, darling, do it now! Fuck me now, my lover, now!"
Hoffman, in lust-filled hunger, drew her closer to him, encasing the soft, white cheeks of her rounded smooth buttocks in his big, warm clutching hands. She glued her lust, tongue moistened lips to his, slipping a hand down between them to eagerly grasp his long, throbbing, fleshy hardness, shudderingly surprised as always at her own lewd wantonness when she did this, and as always, rousingly excited by his cock's enormous size. God, she could feel its pulsatingly heated impatience in her small clasping fingers and it delighted her. Instinctively, she began to licentiously massage the thick layer of skin back and forth, hearing Phil choke with her cool contact of hand and sensual stroking manipulations, feeling his hot, wet mouth fuse harder against hers in a show of excited appreciation. She strained the full length of her trembling, desire-filled body to him, lasciviously grinding and undulating. Then, she spread her quiveringly tingling shapely white legs and thighs wide, guiding his lust-stiffened cock until it was poised against the moistened snug mouth of her seethingly needing cunt, the thin, hair-lined opening to her innermost sensuous desires relaxing in its anticipation of his entrance. Panting, she kept a firm grip on his bulbously aching cock, drawing it yet tighter into her, sliding the blood-engorged tip up and down incitingly through her wet, pink inner flesh between her flushed pussy lips, until its rubbery, palpitating cock-head rested tightly against the warmly nibbling little mouth of her passionately glistening cuntal entrance.
"There, Phil ... right there! That's where I want you, my love! Right there!" Yvette gasped.
Hoffman lunged forward, his lean hips thrusting heavily as he drove into her wet, widespread pussy and felt the smoldering rubbery passage walls possess his vibrating cock, absorbing his naked surge like an omnivorously sucking pit of quicksand. Yvette rocked in passionate cadence under him. "Uuuuhhgghh," she groaned, wantonly arching upward against the heavily filling thrust of his hardness, trying to take more of him, while he levered his long, thickly poling cock to the full length of her hotly absorbing pussy. It was feverishly hot, lustfully wet, and mind-blowingly tight, as though his had been the first cock ever to fuck into her delicious eager cunt, its zealously spilling secretions letting her take him easily, wetting his path and allowing him to soar deeply into her. He charged her lustily until his entire rod of rigidly inflamed genital flesh was in, its rubber-like head brushing her cervix, his churning, sperm-bloated balls thudding against the smooth hairless crevice separating her nakedly tautened buttocks.
Hoffman, lust-inspired, moved still harder, flexing his thick, hardened cock as she joyfully whimpered, imbedding the pistoning length of it deeper into her frantically quivering belly. "Oh, Christ!" Phil raspingly choked out, grinding his blood-pulsing, rock-hardened penis mindlessly into her, feeling the hotly moistened cunt-flesh straining to meet his lust-fired fucks into it until her salaciously grinding loins and rounded, heaving buttocks were inches off the bed. He angled his furiously driving hips to establish an almost obscene battering rhythm, while she opened and closed her long, whitely clasping legs around his waist, frenziedly laboring to climb his long, solid pole of hardened cockflesh, her wildly streaming hair flailing back and forth in lewdly abandoned surrender to their enrapturing fucking.
"Ohhhhh, Phil! I love you! It ... it feels so good!" Yvette passionately whimpered into his ear, then licked at his lips, his nose, his eyes with her tiny, wet, lascivious tongue. "Ooooohh sooooo gooooodddd!" She expelled another hissing gasp as he began to work around and around inside her intensely excited vagina, massaging the fervidly tingling walls with his magnificently long hard cock, stirring her overwhelming sexual sensations into one breathtaking concoction of pure, mind-shattering, lust-filled passion! Deliriously, Yvette held him tight to her, with her slim shapely legs clamping onto him, her smooth, strong calves crab-like around his lean hips, slackening them for a provocative second and them clamping harder to heave her wet, naked loins up to meet his downward lunge, her fiercely seething cuntal channel devouring his hardened length with an almost devouring voraciousness.
In his own blinding arousal, Phil continued to surge thoughtlessly into her like a stallion at stud, he vaguely thought, until he was certain that her passion-inflamed cunt was going to absolutely devour his cock, and then his balls would explode from the crazy pressure of his impending climax! Goddamn it, as sure as hell, he was going to cum soon or lose his fucking mind! He could not hold back much longer! His blue eyes blurred and his mind whirled as he increased his speed and stroke, drubbing into her demon-like, his balls whacking wetly with a hollow sound against her upturned ass. For some reason then, Yvette thought of her former husband, Douglas, maybe because she had begun now to babble incoherently, something she had never done with him, but Doug had never made her know such total ecstasy, either. He was always too much in a hurry! She drew her knees up in excited proflicacy, raising her salaciously widespread loins even more abandonedly to her lover's brutal fucking, and her moistly splayed, blissfully filled cunt bucked with animal furor upward against his thrusting, pulsating hard cock, riding the length of hot glistening penile flesh as though she never wanted it to end! "Oooohhhhhh! Ooooohhhh! Oooooohhhhhh!" she gutturally chanted from deep within her excitedly heaving chest. "Ooohh God, Phil! Give me more! Hardddeeeerrrr!"
Neither of the naked lovers, lost as they were in their lust-incited fusion of passionate flesh, noted the sharp intake of breath that came from the open doorway behind Phil's driving asscheeks. Alert for the shaking of the screen door in back, Phil took no notice of the quiet opening of the front door. They were totally oblivious to the young figure standing frozen in horrified shock, the tender features drained of blood, the lips that strained shut to choke back a shriek of incredulous disbelief!
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CHAPTER TWO
Kathy Hoffman was not very zealous about attending Sunday School this Sunday. Ever since the Reverend Midener had taken over the teenagers for Mrs. Olighetti, who was having a baby, she rather dreaded it. With Mrs. Olighetti, the class had had a lot of fun discussions about different characters in the Bible and what they would be doing and thinking if they were alive today. The older woman let the class do all the talking and surmising. She might set up a situation and ask what David or Peter or Mary would do in such and such a circumstance, but she did not contradict their perspective. She did not try to force adulthood on them.
The Reverend Midener, on the other hand, had no truck with anything but "the truth!" He considered himself an enlightened man, as he told his congregation over and over again, and he knew that the teens in his care had a great deal to learn about adult life. He was convinced that he was the person to teach them. Life ahead had never looked so dull to Kathy. Last Sunday, for example, they talked about life in a business office ... or rather the Reverend Midener talked about it. There was something about all the stealing that goes on and a monologue on why people steal that put Kathy just about to sleep. She could remember the title of the boring lecture because she stared at it on the blackboard for almost two long hours. He had called it "The Psychological Reasons For Stealing and The Sociological Reasons For Not Stealing." He wasn't half as bad in church, perhaps because the kids could play games with each other in the choir loft and weren't watched by his eagle stare!
As Kathy neared the Sunday School room in the basement of the church, she was feeling something she had never felt before, the temptation to sneak away. Why couldn't she and that nice lady her father was dating, Yvette Morris, and her father all go on a picnic on nice Sundays like this? Of course, there were those twin boys who made her uneasy when they looked at her. They looked like the kind of boys who would love to get their hands on a girl and paw her to death, kissing her with their mouths open even ... and ... and sleep with her. An electric feeling rippled through the flesh of her thighs and melted away. She opened the door to the teen room. There was not a soul there! How different from the days of Mrs. Olighetti, when everyone wanted to arrive early and be ready when she came. Now everyone showed up late and some had dropped out completely. The subject was on the board. Kathy moved warily into the empty room to read what it said. "Projection-The Sin Of Seeing Others In Your Own Image!" Kathy gasped. It went completely over her head. Furthermore, she knew the Reverend Midener would not make it any clearer. Oh, God, she thought, there must be some better way to learn about life! Suddenly, on an impulse, she ran out the door and upstairs and finally outside and into the street.
Ralph Palmer was just arriving. His father was letting him out of the car. Kathy darted behind the corner of the hedge to avoid his seeing her. She wanted to get away without anyone seeing her. Ralph considered himself her boyfriend, at least on Sundays. He went to a boys school during the week, and he adored sitting next to her, brushing his leg against hers, even cornering her in the choir room when they were putting on their robes. Kathy suspected that the only reason he went to Sunday School and belonged to the choir was to get to see some girls, especially her, she admitted to herself, blushing.
She tried to be modest about herself, but she was well aware of her own beauty. She looked a lot like her dead mother had when the latter was fifteen. Kathy had seen pictures of her, her pert face framed by soft blonde curls, her mother's short and Kathy's fashionably long, each for their own era. The most noticeable difference was the color of the eyes. Her mother's eyes had been gray and Kathy's were blue like her father's. But both she and her mother had the same up-thrust nose and lush, full lips. Her father had also given her a slightly darker skin instead of the pearly white skin of her mother, and Kathy had her father's higher cheekbones, which he claimed descended from an Indian grandmother in their lineage. She wondered if that were true as with Ralph's disappearance inside the building, she was able to come out from behind the hedge and stroll toward the bus stop three blocks away. High cheekbones were sensuously provocative, or so her envious girlfriends told her. Well, that wasn't all she had, she realized with another blush. She was thinking of her heavily developing breasts, roundly pointed mounds with peaks of tiny raspberry-like nipples, a contrast to her best friend, whose breasts looked as though they were never going to come!
Something her friend did have, though, that she wished she had were rounded buttocks. Unconsciously, Kathy ran her fingers over her backsides. The clefted arch was still that of a younger girl, boyish and giving her walk a feline litheness that was more pleasant to see than Kathy could know. There were many boys at school after her, especially when the word got around that she would not make out in the back seat of a car or anywhere else. She knew that made her a challenge to their little egos and a badge that Ralph Palmer all but wore on his sleeve! The stuck-up dope! There was no way she could go to a boy's school and contradict him and she knew no one else who went there!
Kathy Hoffman was still a virgin and planned to be one until she was good and married to exactly the man she wanted. She came from a respectable family, and she was sure her mother would have been horrified to hear the way the girls at school talked these days! Kathy didn't even dare tell her father about it! No one seemed to understand why she wanted to hang on to her virginity, either. But she could see no real reason for giving it up, especially when the price might be losing her father's respect. He had spoken frequently of her mother's high moral standards and chastity, and she knew that Yvette was very self-controlled. That was easy to see. Being the kind of woman that her father wanted her to be was of the utmost importance to Kathy. It would absolutely kill her to lose him! Why one night she had even dreamed ... but that was a silly dream ... and not very nice either. The bus was stopping for her and she must stop blushing!
At last, she got off the bus at Yvette's corner. The house was only a couple of houses from there. It would be good to be with them. She didn't think her father would mind if she cut Sunday School this once. In fact, he had been very understanding about her aversion to the Reverend Midener's boring talks. He had not suggested that she cut the class, but he had not told her not to, either. He must be expecting it!
Yvette's twin boys saw the beautiful blonde girl approaching. The minute they recognized her, they fell over each other to get to the front yard in time.
"Hi, Kathy!" Neil shouted.
They certainly looked like a couple of roughnecks! Kathy felt herself stiffen, but she responded politely. "Hi," she called back with a weak smile. She had no idea which of them had greeted her. They were identical, and even her father had not yet learned to tell them apart, he said.
"Come on with us," Joe offered, his eyes mischievously alight.
Neil gave his brother a shove. "Dope!" he said seriously.
"No ... no, thank you," Kathy said. "I ... I have to see my father about something."
"Go right in," Neil told her, coming closer to the fence and smiling politely in turn. "The door's open."
"Yes ... yes, thank you," she said, thinking this must be the nice one. She went up the steps of the house and was about to ring the bell when she looked to the side and saw Neil looking at her, a sweet smile on his face. She smiled back, turned the knob of the door and opened it. She had been in the house many times before, but never without ringing the bell. Her uneasiness made the hallway look foreign to her. She was almost afraid to walk and she proceeded stealthily. On her way by the living room, she glanced in, but there was no one there. From the living room doorway she could see through the arch that the dining room, too, was empty. The first door on the other side of the hall was closed, but on the way to the kitchen, there was a second door that was open, and without thinking, she automatically looked in as she started by.
A harsh, throaty groan stopped her in her tracks, followed by a woman's voice, slurred and desperate in a pleading whimper that Kathy had never before heard!
"Ooooohhhh God, Phil! Give me more! Haarrrddddeeeerrrr!"
His daughter paled, her hand rushing to her wide-open mouth, her body suddenly rigid with uncertainty. Yvette sounded as if in mortal agony, as if she were being tortured, and yet she was asking for more! Kathy instinctively reached for the handle of the door to close it carefully, but as her fingers grasped the cool metal, she froze again. There was a groaning male choke!
Good Lord, what was going on? What was Yvette doing with her father? The choke was replaced by rhythmic slapping sounds as though someone was being hit continuously across the face with a wet hand! She seemed unable to make sense of it even though in the back of her mind she really knew! It was as though she didn't want to know and wasn't going to let herself find out! Breathlessly she stood in the doorway, trying to make up her mind what to do. Should she go in? Should she look more carefully to be certain they were all right? Before she could look again, she sucked in air and softly pressed against the door frame, looking only at the frame opposite her eyes, not daring to swerve them and unable to move away. The noises were becoming clearer to her senses. She could discern the sounds of heavy, rushed breathing and the staccato squeaking of bedsprings punctuated by animal-like grunts and moans of pleasure. The light streamed through the filmy curtains of the room. Kathy knew that if she looked, she would see well!
There was a squeak from the door. Her heart stopped and she dared not breathe. Surely they must have heard it. But no, for there were still the strange noises coming without a letup, their intensity increasing with each passing second. She screwed up her courage again, and gradually turned her eyes toward the bed. When she did, she paled, sucking in her breath once again in horror! There on the bed was the beautiful silver-haired Yvette, locked in an obscenely naked embrace with her own father!
She took a step backwards, feeling that she would faint from the shock of viewing what was going on before her eyes. She wanted badly to rush into the room, to tear her father from the woman's body, but she couldn't. She wasn't even able to voice the scream which welled up in her tender young throat! She tried to blot the lewd scene from her vision, but she was riveted to the spot, her hands clutching the door jamb as a blind man clutches his cane, and she could only watch in revulsion at the ravishment of a woman's more-than-willing, nakedly perspiring flesh by ... by her own precious father!
The foot of the bed was pointed directly at the door in which she swayed, and Kathy was able to see her father's thick, hard glistening penis sawing in and out of Yvette's wetly clasping vagina with cruel thrustings on either side of the woman's tremulously heaving body. Periodically, the lovely woman would kick her long white legs high in the air then re-wind them around the man's hard driving buttocks, pulling him deeper into her open cunt with all of her might. Kathy could clearly see the tensioned muscles and cords standing out on Yvette's soft inner thighs as she struggled whorishly to force the rigidly thick shaft of his driving penis deeper inside her, while his hands harshly cupped her white, nakedly quivering buttocks with almost cruel gripping strength, cutting red, bloodabrased welts into her smooth, satiny flesh. Lewdly, her father squeezed the resiliently rounded cheeks together, forcing the walls of her wetly glistening, pink vagina obviously tighter around his long, hardened penis, and Kathy stared in wretched amazement at the thinly parted pubic hairs of Yvette's dark pussy teasingly grazing against, the bulging, sperm-filled ridge which ran the huge length of her father's solidly battering genital shaft.
The awe-stricken girl waited for Yvette to scream out in protest or to fight back against the horrible obscene rape she was being subjected to by this monster she had always worshipped! Neither happened. Instead, Yvette's lovely white legs quivered straight out in the air once more, then wrapped python-like back around his narrow waist. Her hands slowly slid down his sweat-gleaming body and came to rest on his shallow, hollowing buttocks. The slender fingers spread, whitened from the pressure, then gluttonously pulled-him into her, while below, her wet, pink loins and vaginal crevice milked and bloomed open in hungry acceptance. It salaciously swallowed the whole of his rigidly plunging cock with each greedy upward jerk, while small piteous pleas of passionate supplication rolled from her lust-slackened lips.
Then to Kathy's abject horror, she heard an unearthly low gurgle erupt from Yvette's slender white throat as the woman's rounded, slaving buttocks slowed from their wildly licentious scramble for completion to begin an emphatic convulsive series of jerking upwards against her father's glistening, lust-hardened penis. At the same time, he groaned above and ground with obscene viciousness down into her hungrily milking vagina! The wild-eyed young fifteen year old was struck dumb by the carnally arousing sight of his thick, fleshy rod of wet, throbbing cock-flesh, and the sudden appearance of white foaming sperm pouring from his girlfriend's lewdly splayed cuntal hole, the sticky, hot-looking fluid completely filling her womb, then cascading down to soak her trembling thighs and widespread buttocks. Viscid rivulets spilled downward through the wide crevice to fill the tiny puckered hole of her pink, hotly working anus and onto the wrinkled pink gown beneath. The couple lasciviously spasmed against one another for a long moment, then lay exhaustedly still.
Philip Hoffman panted, then collapsed over Yvette's obscenely spread nakedness as might a life-drained corpse, while she whimpered and passionately writhed again on the bed.
"M ... more, Phil ... oh God, darling ... you know how I get when I'm like this! Give me some more of your cum, darling Phil! I'm on fire for you inside!"
"Didn't you cum? I thought you did," he desperately wheezed.
"Yes, but only once. Ooooohhhh, I've got to cum again, darling!"
Kathy could stand no more. Their climaxes had released her from her horrified state of shock, and she turned, stumbling blindly out into the kitchen with tears of confusion and bitter resentment pouring down her beautiful soft cheeks. How could they do such a thing? How could they be so filthy ... her own father ... and right in Yvette's own house with the twins around and apt to come in just as she had? The woman had to be crazy! Burning in Kathy's mind were Yvette's last words, her pleas for more of this punishment. Her father had warned her that men would try to get their hands on her if they could, but she could see right now that it was not always the man who was to blame. She had certainly been wrong about Yvette, she realized with a pang in her heart. She had been very fond of the older woman that her father was considering marrying. Marry? Would he actually marry a woman who behaved in the very way he forbade his daughter? There is a way to behave before marriage and a way afterwards, he kept telling her, but he and Yvette were not married!
The young teenager walked to the kitchen door and looked out at the clubhouse in the back yard without seeing it. The only stable world she knew had suddenly fallen into ruins. She tried to think of her mother and wondered if between her mother and father there had ever been such ... such fleshy lewdness. Oh, she knew about sex, but somehow the reality did not coincide with the cool, clean, chaste kissing and embracing that she had associated with her parents. The lewd stuff, the getting undressed and all ... that was something the cheappeople did. She had always refused to so much as look at pictures of such things! She had even refused to take sex education class because she had heard ... oh, it was so hard to be different! Her father had always said, maybe she had to be different sometimes! But now look who was talking! Look who the heck was talking! Kathy felt a fresh flow of tears on her cheeks, and afraid of being heard, unlatched the screen door and stepped onto the back stairs.
She felt as though she were standing in a deep pit of sucking mud, sucking like quicksand! She thought of the business world where according to the Reverend Midener everybody stole. She thought of school where everyone cheated and lied. She had thought her father was the one refuge of ... of something worth living for! But he was nothing but a whoremaster unless ... unless he couldn't help himself. Could that be possible? Was this the first time he had been trapped? Or was this really the reason he came here so much? There were so many things to think about and her tortured mind could not absorb them all at once. She couldn't think. She couldn't stop thinking. She couldn't believe, but she couldn't disbelieve. And it was all a mix-mush in her head. She tried to forget it all for now but immediately the memory of the shockingly depraved sight returned, bringing with it fresh, bitter tears of anguish to stream down her lovely, heartbroken face. What could she do? Where could she go? She was only fifteen years old!
Neil Morris was the first of the twins to spot Kathy on the back porch. He and Joe had been hard at work taking down pictures and putting up the stupid posters their mom had bought them for their clubhouse. Posters of Mr. Spock and lions and, God, even poetry were her idea of what a guy wanted. Christ! Well, they came in handy right now because it was reasonable to assume they would do more to impress Kathy Hoffman than pictures of nude women! Neil had drawn short straw so that Joe got first crack at her while Neil went looking for Harry, who was old enough and always willing to buy them their booze. But right now Neil was still there, helping clean up the clubhouse for the big adventure, the rape of Kathy Hoffman. He looked again out the window at the lonely looking figure on the back steps. "Hey, what's with her?" he muttered in surprise.
"What?" Joe asked, running to the window, afraid that maybe Kathy was leaving or something.
"Looks like she's crying," Neil said, fighting a twinge of conscience.
"Probably her old man laid her out," Joe offered. What else made a girl cry? Outside of getting raped, if he wasn't careful, he warned himself. Raping Kathy was one hell of a thing to try, considering his mother and her father, he thought, but that's what put the zip into the idea! Christ! What a laugh. But he had no intentions of pushing her. He just wanted to turn her on if he could, make her come for it even. Hell, he was no expert. He didn't dare push when he wasn't sure of what he was doing. About the only advice he had ever picked up from Harry was to go slow. What the hell else would he dare do? If she didn't rape him, he doubted that there would be much raping going on!
"Maybe we ought to go get her now," Neil suggested.
"We? What do you mean, 'we?' " his brother asked with a grin.
"Well, it would sure look funny if I just walked away," Neil told him.
"What do you mean, look funny? Both of us don't have to be sorry she's crying. Maybe you didn't even see her," Joe said. He wanted to do this completely alone. A guy stood a better chance that way. They had already agreed that two of them might frighten her too much.
"Yeah, well, I'd kind of like to know why she's crying, that's all," Neil balked.
"Yeah, well you know what you'd think if I hung around after drawing short straw!" Joe argued reasonably.
"Okay! Okay! I'll go. I'll go after you're talking to her."
"Promise?"
"Hell, I promise!"
"Okay," Joe said, starting out the door.
by the time Joe had reached Kathy, who was staring off into space and consequently did not notice his approach, the terrible pain of anguish which had been clenching around Kathy's heart like an ever tightening noose was beginning to loosen, melting into a simmering, seething hot fury Of resentment against Yvette. Yvette was trying to get pregnant! That's what she was trying to do! She was trying to rope her father against his will. Obviously he had changed his mind about marrying and the evil woman had thrown herself at him. Such sluttish behavior looked just like the behavior of desperation. That's why she wanted him over and over again! Hadn't she asked him for more?
"Hi, Kathy," Joe said, assuming an air of timidity. "I saw you crying," he continued, looking sympathetically sad. "I thought maybe I should come over and see if I could help."
Kathy felt oddly cheered by his approach. She had never gotten to know the twins very well. They seemed to her like typical roughnecks with no interest in anything but fighting and sports and arguing, but now the sexless nature of these interests gave the boys a youthful cleanliness in her eyes that was comforting. For in choosing Yvette as the scapegoat, Kathy had taken into consideration the common knowledge that boys remained uninterested in sex longer than most girls did and it might therefore be true that there wouldn't be any sex at all if it weren't for girls! Wasn't it Eve who tempted Adam in the Garden of Eden? The Reverend Midener had given one of his interminable lectures on the idea that sex had nothing to do with the original sin, but it had all been so confusing that Kathy could not understand a single word of it and therefore simply didn't believe him. For Pete's sake, the whole world knew that without sex, we would all be in Paradise!
"It's nothing," she sniffed, answering the twin.
"I'm Joe," the boy offered. "Nobody can ever tell us apart."
She tried to smile. He seemed so unbelievably kind at this moment. She felt a tremendous need to burst into tears right on his shoulder. The twins had strong looking shoulders, both of them. She tried to wipe away her tears.
"Hey, come on over to the clubhouse, if you want. It's a great place to go when you're mad at someone, especially a parent," Joe suggested. "At least you can sit down and no one can see."
It would be good to sit down and to avoid her father and Yvette for a while until she could get it all together, she thought. She was beginning to feel a little better, and yet she had trouble looking Joe directly in the face. There was something about the boy that both frightened and intrigued her, especially now when she was being forced to take a fresh look at the horrible world she lived in where there was no refuge, it seemed, for the pure in heart. She glanced at him briefly. She felt a curious fluttery sensation in her stomach at the fiery gaze from his intense green eyes. Why did people with green eyes often frighten her? Yvette's brown eyes had taught her there was a kindness in them, but, of course, that was where she had been tricked as well as her father. She felt safest with blue eyes, but....
"I ... I think that would be nice," she finally agreed. After all, what else could she do? At fifteen, she was a prisoner of her age, a minor in the eyes of the law. She remembered when her mother had died how her father used to get drunk. She couldn't even do that! Not that she would do such an unlady-like thing. She walked with Joe toward his clubhouse.
Joe was excited. Christ, that had been easy! His heart was beginning to beat wildly and he felt a sudden and surging force of what he recognized as prurient desire lancing through his belly from his lusty young cock, which was already beginning to ache and grow half-hard with the thought of what a few hours all alone with Kathy might produce if he could carry it off. He looked at her eagerly as they walked, gazing with hidden lust at her, at her high, rounded breasts that were barely restrained by her white Sunday blouse, at her slender, smoothly curving waist and firm arched buttocks, thin like the models, so inviting under her blue cotton skirt. His youthful cock strained arousedly against his pants, his mind churning with ideas on how best to continue. God, he suspected it was going to be harder than he thought to keep cool very long!
As they went to go in, Kathy felt the touch of Joe Morris when he lightly brushed against her as he opened the door. She felt a strange heat surge to her skin and hoped that she wasn't blushing. It was strange feeling this kind of all-over attraction for this boy. She had had crushes on boys but it had never involved down ... down between her legs like that and a kind of desire to ... to reach out with her breasts. Kathy was frightened. She had felt this tingling glow before, but it was always with her father and she belonged to her father. But maybe she didn't any more! Could that be it? She was almost on the verge of crying again and stood in the doorway unable to move her feet. Suddenly she began to tremble.
"Hey, kid, what's the matter?" Joe asked. "No one's going to bite yah! Come on in!"
"It's ... n ... not that, Joe," she muttered, not sure what was wrong with her at all.
"Jeez, you look like you'd lost your best friend, Kathy," he said now, coming to her with a look of concern. He took her by the arm and led her to the couch. She was startled by how close he had come in his analysis. That was just what was wrong! She had lost her father, her best friend, and the whole world and this boy could tell! "Here," he was still talking. He was pouring liquor from a bottle into a glass ... two glasses. Oh my! "Have one of these," he was saying. "Then you'll know why parents drink when they have problems. Poof!" He snapped his fingers. "No more problems!" He grinned at her.
She took the drink hesitantly. She was not supposed to drink. Did she dare? "I ... uh
... don't you have any coke?" she asked.
"Naw," he told her, sitting comfortably at a distance away so she wouldn't get suspicious. "Doesn't your father approve? Ma would kill us if she knew," he winked. "Yeah, she likes to keep all the goodies to herself. Funny parents are like that, isn't it?"
The goodies? Is that really what was behind the locked door into adulthood? The goodies? Joe Morris was no dummy. Kathy had already seen that. And it was certainly true that adults did not seem to have anywhere near the number of problems kids did. The kids at school talked about their problems constantly. All her father and Yvette ever talked about was advertising and layouts and approaches. Kathy sipped lightly at the drink. Jeepers! It was like fire! She glanced at Joe out of the corner of her eye, at the size gulps he was taking, and tried to copy him. Wow, it sure burned. Every drink she took seemed to surge up the whole front of her face as though it were spreading burning fingers up under her skin. It was kind of interesting once you got used to it.
Joe knew better than to sit right next to Kathy or put his arm around her or anything like that. He made a point of sitting as far away as he could. Beside the old couch was a crate with a radio. He flipped on a good station, turned it low and then tapped his fingers on the couch arm in tempo to the music. "Man, that's bad!" he sighed and shut his eyes as if the only thing in the room was the music. All the time he was telling himself to be patient, calm, and let the liquor do its work. He didn't know what the hell was wrong with her but she sure seemed ready to try out new directions. He opened his eyes just a slit and watched her through his thick lashes. She was looking around the room at the goofy posters. Not much to look at. Maybe it wouldn't have hurt if they'd left a nude or two up there ... some of the more covered ones.
Kathy was trying not to show how much she enjoyed the drinking. As she neared the bottom of her glass, she actually felt disappointment that it would soon be gone. She wanted to ask Joe what kind of liquor it was, but she didn't like to disturb his mood. It was very surprising to see him carried away by music. It did not at all fit the image she had of him before. He was not a young roughneck at all. In fact, he was a darned good-looking dude. She saw the weights in another corner of the room and couldn't help glancing at his arms. No, they were not puny like most fourteen year old boys. Suddenly he was getting up and reaching down by his side of the couch. He was pouring more liquor into his glass, and she was able to see the label. It was scotch. Now he was reaching for her glass. Automatically she tried to resist, but she did want some and found herself holding out the glass as though her arm didn't even belong to her. In fact, it was beginning to feel as though ... like ... well, when she was swimming in the ocean she'd crouch down and float just her arms on the top of the rippling water so that they moved the way the water willed and not her at all. She felt like floating now and so she lay back and floated blissfully on the music. She changed her position, drawing her legs up in under her chin and clasping them, her cotton skirt falling more open than she realized to show a wide expanse of tender, white full thigh and the hidden mound of her pussy, daintily tucked behind the confines of a pair of thin, pink panties. She didn't notice Joe's sharp intake of breath at the provocative exposure, at the way his fingers suddenly trembled as he handed back her glass, full. She didn't see the bulge that rose sharply in the crotch of his pants. She didn't notice anything at all except the growing exciting tingle which was filling her entire young, curvaceous, untouched body, a sensation reaching so deep inside her that she couldn't imagine its bottom!
"How ... how do you feel now?" Joe rasped.
"Oh, wonderful, Joe!" she sighed and leaned against the pillow that served as a back to the couch, only to misjudge the distance and fall awkwardly too far. Joe instinctively caught her drink and then sat beside her to help her with his free hand. He pulled at her, his arm around her shoulder. "Oooops," she giggled and tried to straighten up but found she couldn't very easily and that what she really preferred doing was staying right there, nestled in his protective warmth. "Oh, I like this, Joe!"
"W ... what do you like?" the. amazed boy asked, afraid to believe his ears. He settled in beside her now, scarcely able to believe that she was actually snuggling into his arm.
"Everything! The scotch! Your clubhouse! Y ... you! I mean, I was so miserable and there you were," she hastened to explain. Still, she admitted to herself, she was leaning on him and it felt very, very good. "You ... you're a very understanding person," she admitted falteringly, whimpering just a bit at the memory, very slight now, of her pain. She was letting him cradle her in his arms, her mind still confused and uncertain, but ... but she was so happy!
Suddenly she became aware once more of the teasing physical sensations in her virginal, teenage flesh. Never had she felt she belonged to her father in quite the same way as this. Never had she felt like floating right into him and through him and around him. Oh God! She found herself using the word with a slightly new meaning. Oh God, it felt good, this exciting, twitching sensation beginning deep within her soft young belly and innocent virginal loins, the same sort of vibrant feelings that she had always suppressed but which now seemed so right. Her tight, unviolated little pussy secreted tiny droplets of warm lubrication which moistened her flimsy pink panties down between her legs and caused her to open and close her rounded full thighs in a gathering rhythm, matching the tempo of the music on the radio. She trembled with a vague realization that there was something inside of her trying to escape through her soft, satiny flesh, a mysterious other self that wished to take over and do things that she did not really think she should do....
Joe was very softly caressing her, stroking her smooth trembling shoulder through the sleeveless hole of her blouse. He was thinking of rounded, lush white breasts with their hardened little nipples pressing nakedly against him. He let his warm smoothing hand lightly slide along the velvety skin of her arm, sensing the electrifying effect it was having on the girl, the erotic quickening of her pulse from the alcohol, and knowing how sensuously worked up she was. How he longed to throw a fuck into her that would explode her young tenderly quivering belly with his hot, thick cum! A girl who was worth the trouble for a change! The carefully scheming boy, in spite of the careful warnings to himself that patience was the best policy, couldn't contain his lust any longer, and he brought a nervous hand around to tenderly cup and massage her pliantly firm pointed breast through her thin blouse and bra. Kathy reflexively stiffened, sharply gasped, and convulsively began to knead his shirt. Still, she made no initial effort to pull away, her mind now drawn uncontrollably back to the licentiously provocative spectacle of her father and Yvette.
Joe grinned widely to himself. He was sure Neil could never have pulled it off. For Joe was now convinced that he had won, that this curvaceous doll, an entire year older than himself, was all his for the plucking. He continued to stroke her erogenously tingling breasts, incitingly rubbing mVthumbs over her hardened bud-like nipples, his swollen, eager cock straining inside his tight pants like an imprisoned animal seeking escape from its cage.
Then suddenly, in a clear moment, Kathy realized that she was being carried away, floated by some force other than her own will. Did it help to fall into the same ways as her father and his girlfriend? What was she doing? Why was her body suddenly betraying her? Was her anger and bitterness toward her father any reason to give up her precious virginity in a mindless, drunken orgy. What about her vows to save herself for the man she would truly love? Above all, what would her mother think if she could rise from the grave ... or if she were looking down from heaven? "No! No, Joe, let me up! Stop it!"
He tried to hold her closer, soothing her as before. "Kathy, it's all right," he whispered.
"It is not!" she screamed. "I don't want you to do this to me. You ... you might someday be ... be my brother!"
"Just let them go right ahead and have all the goodies themselves, is that it?" he asked bitterly, still holding tightly.
"No, Joe! Let me go!" She jerked upright, heavily gasping for breath, her head still dizzy and her face flushed, not from anger but from her own confused desire.
Joe gaped at her for a moment, completely taken by surprise. It was his first experience with rejection this far along in the game. He had gained supreme confidence that she was helplessly and hopelessly ensnared, and a tantrum of frustration billowed inside him. For a moment he fumbled wordlessly, then, the burning young lust flaming in his loins and aching hard cock took command. His balls churned heatedly as he reached out and grasped the anxious child, pulling her back down onto the couch with him, pinning her there with the weight of his strong young body. The fiery emotion that surged through his veins, totally robbing him now of his so carefully thought out seduction, was unknown to him. He had never felt so fiercely driven. Immediate, temporary insanity and unreasoning animal-like drives were in control and not as deeply hidden as he hoped. Bitch! he thought. You're not going to get away so goddamned easily as that! I'm going to fuck the shit out of you and I will whether you want it or not! Christ! Wouldn't Neil laugh! He tightly clamped his hot, wet mouth down over hers, ignoring her struggles, forcing her frightened lush lips wide with his harsh spearing tongue, sending a lustful probe driving deep into her soft, warm mouth.
Terrified, Kathy tried desperately to fight back, but each writhing motion only crushed her tenderly yielding body more beneath the angular lean strength of his, and she could feel now the meaningful hardness of his young penis pressed against her nakedly quivering thighs where her skirt had ridden up. She was absolutely helpless beneath the powerful arms and body of this younger boy, but maybe it only seemed that way because of the alcohol....
The lust-crazed boy seemed to be losing all control, throwing off the last of his pretenses by harshly forcing both her tiny hands over her head in one cruel, tight grip, and with his other hand, he jerked her thin blouse open, not caring at all that a button popped. He had to have her, the little bitch! Christ, she had led him on and on! He was sure, too, that once she felt his cock inside her that she would melt and be all for it! Wasn't that what Harry said? You had to get your cock in! He hooked his fingers nervously into the flimsy pink lace of her bra between the full, white twin mounds of her restrained breasts and yanked downward, the sheer material easily giving way before his eager assault, the succulently rounded dunes of satiny flesh with their tiny, ruby-nippled peaks fully exposed to his fevered gaze! Excitedly he clutched them, pinching one dark nipple and then the other until each stood out firm and erect. Then with a groan, he greedily engulfed one of her sensuously quivering breasts with his hot, eager young mouth, paying no heed to her gasping cries of protest and shocked fear. He voraciously licked at her chaste, resilient breasts, his now aching hard cock nearly bursting with demanding desire.
Kathy's shuddering, soft body twisted and heaved beneath the lascivious fury of his fiery tongue. Why didn't she scream when she had the chance? Yet what for and who to? Did she want her father rushing in and playing the outraged hypocrite? She must smell of the alcohol which he had forbidden her. Then there were her own physical reactions to all this, which were not entirely contrary but responsive to the pure teasing delight of his moistly hot lips on her nakedly trembling breasts and to the pruriently arousing effect of his carnally inciting embrace! Faster and faster his hot, hungry mouth and wetly seething tongue sucked and licked her sensuously pulsating skin, setting her nipple-stretched breasts afire with his oral branding. Then his ravishing hand quickly dipped down to catch the thin waistband of her little pink panties beneath her ridden-up blue skirt, viciously tugging at them, harshly shredding the thin pink substance away from her squirming, rounded full buttocks and thrashing white legs.
Again Kathy tried to resist, but she couldn't, overcome by both his lust-fevered strength and her own slackening willpower. Then, before she knew what was happening, her tiny moistened panties were dragged down over the jackknifing knees and triumphantly thrown to the floor. She was shamefully exhibited, save for her skirt which was bunched up around her waist from her struggles and her blouse draping open in disarray, her heaving, nakedly full breasts and the sparse, blonde pubic curls adorning her most intimate parts completely exposed to his total view!
The sight of her narrow, pink-tinted virginal cunt separating the flushed, hair-lined lips so demurely withdrawing between her full white thighs sent Joe wild with renewed lustful desire. Christ, he'd never seen anything in this world so absolutely breathtaking! His cock screamed and his balls wailed in agonizing want! In passion, he let his fingers crawl over the soft puffiness of her silken-haired pubic mound, at last parting her full satiny young thighs with determined inexorability, simultaneously cupping and squeezing her swollen, hot, moistened genitals in one hand while he wormed his body securely between her widespread legs, almost losing his mentality to the downy soft lushness of her wet pink loins beneath his clutching hand.
"Ooooohhhhh!" Kathy cried out, flailing her blonde hair as she felt his masculine possession of her moist secret parts. "Stop it, Joe! Oh, stop it!"
He might have stopped had he been able to. In the hazy depths of his mind he knew that what he was doing had its dangers, yet he had never known such blinding, uncontrollable desire. He was truly unable to stop his insane rape. He didn't want to stop and had never learned to say 'no' to himself! He couldn't stop until he'd buried his swollen hard length of pulsating cock deep up inside her virginal little belly and spewed it full of his boiling sperm in its needful release! Frantically, he dug at his own trousers, lewdly drawing them down and slipping out of his shorts at the same time, his rock-hard young cock jutting out from his dark-haired loins with throbbing, fiery-headed anticipation.
Kathy, in ever-mounting dread, her head raised, her eyes gaping, saw it also, its blue-veined, bulbous knob excitedly oozing drops of its young seminal lubrications, the lewdly salacious sight inspiring her to try to tear herself away, but she could only thrash insanely, futilely under the heaving weight of his lust-maddened young body. She wildly stared at his hard, jerking penis, unable to think of anything except that she must not take its hardened shaft inside her. She was going to have to scream if he insisted or she couldn't get away.
"Kathy, Kathy, I've got to have you!" Joe choked, gaping excitedly down at her. "I ... I don't know what happened but ... but I can't help it! Just one fuck, Kathy ... just one!"
"No! No!" she whimpered, the foul word and its meaning racing negatively through her dazed brain. She no longer knew what was affecting her more, the alcohol or the prurient waves of desire inside her and her own hot, girlishly excited pussy that quivered with a physical hunger that her brain could not understand or control. She wanted him, wanted a boy, a man, anyone now to bury his long thickened hardness deep inside her sensually prickling belly! She wanted it! Oh, God, she wanted it so badly!
"Kathy, I can't wait!" Joe hissed, levering his reddened, tip-moistened shaft of swollen cock-flesh between her forcibly spread thighs, down where his lustful, probing fingers were still licentiously teasing at her wetly inflamed cuntal flesh. He fought animalistically to pressure his aching cock into the tiny hymen-guarded mouth of her tight, hair-lined vaginal crevice, his every determined movement sending spasming sensations racing through her young passion-infused body as his cock-head rubbed her tiny, palpitatingly erect clitoris. Still, the near helpless teenage girl tried vainly to resist the overwhelming temptations coursing through her erotically heated bloodstream, and even as her wet, feverishly inflamed young pussy ground upward in its own betrayal, she frenziedly reached down and grasped his thick pulsating cock in her tiny hand in a desperate last-ditch attempt to save her carnally traitorous body with its lewdly rising desires from destroying her virginity. She frantically squeezed his rigidly throbbing penis, the first penis she had ever fingered, not realizing what she was doing, only trying to avoid by any possible means the entrance of his hard pulsing length of cock-flesh into the unviolated mouth of her passionately seething young vagina.
Surprised, Joe at first didn't even know what was happening when it did. Then he screamed, "Damnnnnn! Nooooo! Shit! I'm cuuuuummmmmmmiiiiiinnngggggg!"
Her eyes wide with astonishment, Kathy continued to cling nervously to his lasciviously jerking penis while he began to pump his hips uncontrollably. She was absolutely hypnotized by the sight of this foreign, animal-like body gyration that she was in no way capable of comprehending. She gaped, captivated by the thin, hot jets of white seminal fluid spurting from the opened slit in his blood-red penis tip. The long squirting emissions soaked her white tingling thighs and the soft blonde pubic curls between her legs, coating the entire area of her genitals and running down the smooth crevice between her trembling white buttocks to the couch below. Then suddenly, Joe collapsed, his full weight falling on top of her, letting the last of his cum drain from his deflating cock onto her still chaste young pussy.
At last he sat up, not looking at her but easing over to stand on the floor, his long, boy's legs trembling. He faced her, his rapidly wilting penis glistening with the wet sperm from his climax, his handsome young face twisting into a childish pout of self-righteous indignation. "What a miserable thing to do to a dude! You ... why you're nothing but a cock-teaser!
You work me up and then...." He spat on the floor in front of her.
A surge of humiliation and shame threatened to bring tears to Kathy's eyes again. She felt the full sting of his lewd, degrading insult. It was part of the school lunchroom fund of knowledge that no one could avoid. Finally the tears came, filling her eyes and choking her throat. The loathing which glared in his frustrated eyes was mirrored in her own confused mind. Her head was sensually whirling with the chaos of her still intense desire. She hated herself for allowing her body to get so. carried away, yet, for some inexplicable reason, she despised herself, too, for not having fulfilled its passionately burning need.
Willfully ignoring him as if she had been terribly wronged, Kathy reached down and scooped her tiny pink panties from the floor beside his feet and began to wipe shamelessly at her nakedness, opening her legs to clean the warm white liquid from her sperm-drenched pussy and trembling inner thighs, the erotic tingling pain in her loins almost as much a sore reminder of what had happened as the persistent ache in her heart. She finally stood, averting her tear-stained eyes from Joe and tried to smooth out her skirt, then wrapped her tattered blouse around her nakedly exposed breasts.
Finally it dawned on him for the first time what he had done. "Hey!" he said, worried. "Where do you think you're going like that?"
"What am I supposed to do?" she retorted, sniffing. "Stay here the rest of my life?"
"You wait here," he snarled, harshly grabbing her arm.
She twisted boldly, violently, biting his hand as hard as she could! His howl was only dim in her ears as she broke free of him, staggering toward the door. He clutched at her m vain. She was already running into the yard, her full white breasts bouncing and swaying freely through her torn blouse!
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CHAPTER THREE
Now that Phil had gone to pick up Kathy after church, Yvette vowed that it must not happen again. It was a terrible risk to allow him to make love to her with the boys apt to come in at any moment. She shivered at the painful thought, but then the memory of Phil's hardened penis thrusting time and time again into her hot needing belly made her tingle warmly. The memory of how she had writhed and twisted under his masculine ravishments sent tantalyzing, sensual shocks of excitement racing through her. She swallowed and gazed down at her quiveringly naked curves, at the way the gown had been thrown aside on the floor during the second time she and Phil had entrancingly fucked, then back at the snowy rose-capped crests of her breasts, her flat, still cum-filled stomach, and the dark, silken, pubic hair which still glistened wetly with the secretions of them both. She squeezed her dreamy eyes shut, quivering from her intensely erotic memories, feeling oddly unsatisfied on the one hand, strangely guilty on the other.
The beautiful silver-haired divorcee was troubled by the amount of prurient fire and lust that raged in her body and seemed insatiable. It had occurred to her lately that her desires were sharpening more and more and even getting out of hand. It was getting so she needed an army to satisfy her. Something always seemed to be missing, to be not quite enough, no matter how many times Phil tried. Once he pushed her to the awakening point, she couldn't stop herself from becoming excited to the point of animalish, maddened desire, of needing not a man but men to quench the flames of passion which raged through her sensuous body at such times. Although she tried to fight her own reactions as long as possible, all Phil had to do now was to touch her, expose his long, thick, hardened cock, and she wilted to his demands, capitulating totally, and finally becoming aggressive with her needs.
Yvette Morris was raised with strict puritanical codes that no longer protected her but did infuse her with the guilt. Her experiences with Doug had been relatively mild because he was not particularly interested in arousing a woman, only in getting his own satisfaction. But with Phil, a new fire had been kindled. With him she had experienced her first orgasm and since then it was as though her body blindly strove to make up for lost time! She was becoming a hungry, insatiable woman, cumming and cumming and cumming ... and wanting more! Phil had stayed with her as long as he could today before having to leave to pick up Kathy. Yet even in all that time, with all that attention, she was still ready to cum again! The tide of passion seemed to be immense in her seething loins, and as she gazed down at herself, it seemed as though her wet pink-rimmed vaginal lips were palpitating through their lustrous covering of dark curly hair, still wanting more and more and more! She sighed, wondering if she would get any worse and if she should go see a doctor. One of the things she had better do now, she decided, was to take a cold shower.
She jerked up quickly before she could change her mind and, pivoting her ripe hips on the warm sheet where they had lain, she swung her slender feet to the floor, grabbed up the pink gown in a low swoop and tied it around her just in case one of the twins could see her from the door as she made her way to the bathroom. In fact, she thought, the screen door should be unlocked now. It would be just like them to want to come in just when she was in the shower. She changed direction and entered the kitchen.
Good God! she thought as she rushed to the breakfast nook. Kathy Hoffman, her clothes torn and disheveled, was hunched into the breakfast nook, her head on the table and a half-finished glass of milk in front of her. The poor child looked as though she had been in an "accident, but why was she asleep instead of seeking help? Her eyes were puffy and inflamed from crying and ... and where was Phil? Oh, my God! Yvette was suddenly panic-stricken. Oh, my God! Was Phil all right.
"Kathy!" she called loudly, touching her arm with just enough pressure to awaken her. "Kathy, dear Kathy, wake up! Tell me what's happened? Are you all right? Is your father...."
"Daddy?" the child whimpered at first, but then coming more fully awake and seeing Yvette, she pulled away from her with a grimace of horror. "Go away!" she screamed. "Don't touch me, you ... you...." And she started to cry again. "Where's my father," she demanded in between sobs. "Daddy!" she called loudly.
Startled, Yvette pulled back. There was the crazy thought in the back of her mind that maybe the child had seen ... Oh God! But how? Phil had locked the door. She quickly investigated the back screen. It was open!
"Where's my father," the child demanded again more harshly.
"He ... he's gone to pick you up, Kathy. He thinks ... thinks you're at church. How did your blouse get torn like that?"
"It's just a button missing." She pulled the front together with her hand, but she could not hide the fact that her bra was gone. Her dark nipples showed through the thin white material and her soft breasts moved liquidly when she pulled the material.
"Kathy," Yvette demanded, noticing all this. "I want to know what has happened! You've been attacked in some way. You don't go around without bras!"
The child would not answer her but looked away, and a chill began to steal over Yvette's spinal column. Inadvertently she glanced out the window toward the clubhouse. They wouldn't! Surely they wouldn't physically harm a little girl! They wouldn't touch Kathy ... her bra gone!
"Kathy!" Yvette rushed to her but the child still pulled away. "Kathy, did Joe or Neil ... have anything to do with this?"
Kathy's face only reddened. She was unable to answer the direct question and her silence spoke more than she could have with any words. Yvette's mind was in a blank turmoil of indecision. She had no idea of what to do or what to say, especially to the boys.
"Kathy," she begged. "You've got to tell me what happened so that I'll know what to do!" Still there was only silence. "If ... if you want, there's a sweater in my right hand bottom drawer." Yvette again looked out the window. Had they been involved? She was sure Kathy would have spoken up in their defense if they had not. She stood a moment helplessly pondering, wondering how best to handle the situation. One thing she had to do was find out what had happened. It looked as though she was going to have to do that through the boys, but of course they would defend themselves. Could Kathy have started trouble in any way? It hardly seemed likely. Suddenly Kathy was speaking.
"I don't want your old sweater, Mrs. Morris. I don't want anything that has to do with this family." Her voice began to rise in pitch until it was quite shrill. "You're all alike! All any of you can think of is sex! Sex!
Sex!" She fairly screamed the last word. By the time its echo had died from the kitchen, Yvette had turned and bolted out the back door.
Neil and Joe were ready for their mother. They knew she would come eventually and that there was no sense in hiding or trying to put it off. In fact, they agreed, it was the wiser course by far, to own up to at least a part of the truth. Neil was not involved except for the liquor, but he would stand by his brother at least as far as he could! So they were waiting. The Scotch had been removed completely and hidden in the hold in the old apple tree on the other side of the yard. They were waiting, listening quietly to the radio when Yvette, still pulling herself together in the same flimsy pink robe, appeared at the door of the clubhouse. It occurred to her somewhere in the back of her mind that she ought to have tried to call Phil, but judging from the girl's attitude toward Yvette, the chances were she would get out the sweater after all and go home. She would be fortunate indeed if she ever saw Phil anywhere but at work again, but she couldn't worry about those things right now. Dark images of what had transpired between Phil's teenage daughter and her teenage sons haunted her and were becoming worse with each step. By the time she reached the clubhouse, her fears of their having raped Kathy, of bestially assaulting her tender, young flesh had reached proportions that took her breath away, and she had to steady herself against the door frame before she could enter.
They were sitting there quietly, both of them, and she couldn't move herself into the room. She stood there, reading their faces, which were both turned to her, waiting for her to accuse or ask or whatever she was going to do. They wanted the upper hand and there was no way she could keep from giving it to them because she was going to have to speak first. She silently studied their green eyes, their father's green eyes. It was Joe. Joe was the ringleader in this one. No matter how close they were, neither was a martyr and Neil's eyes were signaling his own innocence in spite of himself. Then Joe took her by surprise, knocking down her defenses, her forming strategies.
"Is ... is Kathy all right, Ma?" He really did look concerned.
"No. No, she isn't," she said as sternly as she was able. The speaking at least freed her to walk again and she entered the room, cleaning off one of the crates as she passed it, using it to sit down opposite them. Then Neil spoke up defensively.
"It wasn't his fault, Ma! It was Kathy's own fault!"
"In other words, you had nothing to do with it. Is that what you wish to make clear, Neil?" she asked pointedly. She hated this trait of indirectness he had, of washing his hands in such a way that you couldn't accuse him of dumping you to save his own skin.
"Haven't you talked to Kathy?" he asked, his eyes wide with innocent surprise. Yvette decided to ignore him. It was such a minor point when so much more might be at stake.
"I want to hear Joe's story," she said, turning her full attention to her guilty son. Joe didn't seem to know where to begin. "Neil, go over and sit where I can see you on the steps and don't move until I call you, do you understand?"
"Ma, I want to...."
"You heard me! Were you here when all this happened?" She turned and looked at him now. He dropped his eyes quietly to the floor. "Then go sit there and wait!" He shuffled toward the door. "You are not, under any circumstances, to enter that house, understood?"
"Yeeeesss," he grumbled, leaving.
"And now, Joe...." She could afford to sit and study him. He was quiet for a long time, his head hanging above his folded hands. Finally he glanced up at her, at where she had to hold the pink satin robe together over her bulging breasts, and averted his eyes again as though ... as though ... Then it struck her like a thunderbolt out of the heavens! In one probably innocent glance, he told her whose fault it was! In what way she was to blame, she wasn't quite sure, but she realized immediately the significance of her dress. Her sons were not boys any more, they were young men. Yet she was forever lounging around the house in just a bathrobe, and an ill-fitting one at that! Oh God! Still she reasoned in her self defense. That did not justify hurting Kathy!
"Ma," Joe began softly. "Kathy came out here from the house and she was crying...."
"From ... the house?"
"Yeah," he looked up. "I figured she had a fight with her father or something but...."
"But what, Joe?" Yvette felt absolutely frozen to the crate on which she sat. Kathy? Had Kathy seen anything?
"But ... well ... she was acting kind of ' ... of funny!"
"Funny? Please speak ... speak plainly, Joe. Tell me what you mean," she ordered him.
"Well, Christ!" He got up and almost flung himself against the window that looked out over the yard toward the apple tree. "She came in and the first thing I knew she was crying on my shoulder. Then she wasn't crying. She got me all worked up. I ... I ... don't know what happened then!"
Yvette could see that her son was crying. How could she explain to him what happened then? She knew! Oh God, how she knew! Oh, the poor child! He had to learn to keep away from that point beyond which he lost control ... like she had to learn to do.
"She ... she's a cock-teaser, Ma," he ventured, not sure how his mother would take his use of the term.
But Yvette at this point was too much in sympathy with his problem to notice how he expressed it. Yes, a cock-teaser! Just like Phil was when you come right down to it! Of course, Phil followed through, but you couldn't expect a fifteen year old girl to do that! Still, she had to learn how far you could lead a boy on and where to stop! Oh God, how she wished she had some guidance at this point, some really intelligent guidance that understood the terribly forceful drives she felt and which the twins had apparently inherited. "Wh ... where was Neil?" she managed to ask more by way of saying something than actually caring.
"We were getting ready to split when she came so he just went ahead. I guess he didn't think I'd need protection!"
It occurred to Yvette then that if the boys had planned anything like this or had initiated the problem, they both would surely have been in on it. A rape would have been much more successful with two of them. "A strong boy like you doesn't need protection, Joe. Don't give me that! Against a girl?"
"Oh, Ma! You know what I mean! I mean I don't know! I don't know anything and ... I ... I'm feeling ... Look, Ma, here!" Quickly he unbuckled his belt, pulled it from the loops of his waistband. She gasped and then her breasts felt as though they had been set on fire ... by her own son? He handed her the belt. "You can beat me if you want to, Ma," he said softly, and then before she could raise a single word from her constricted throat, he had dropped both his trousers and his shorts and stood there before her, completely unabashed, with his obviously excited, hard-as-a-rock cock jutting out from where the very beginnings of his dark pubic curls were beginning to grow. Then very, very slowly, as though he didn't quite want to do it, he turned around. In spite of herself, she couldn't take her eyes from the jutting cock as it rotated around his young body and disappeared on the other side. Then placing his hands on the window sill, he leaned, pushing his little white ass-cheeks toward her.
Oh, good God! She couldn't move! She couldn't speak! Never in her life had she felt such a fierce burning, especially in her loins. She found herself wondering, crazily wondering, if this was what she was after ... if it was her own son she needed ... if he would be the one who could satisfy her! Oh, what thoughts! Oh, what a horrible idea! Somehow this whole thing had become uncontrollable. Neither of them were in command. Some other strong power was directing ... surely that was it! Yes, she would beat him! She had to beat him! He deserved it! He certainly deserved it but ... but so did she then! So did she! He was looking around at her now, wondering where she was, what she was doing, why she wasn't hitting him. And she was still sitting on the crate, all kinds of energy surging through her body but not daring to move. If she did ... if she did....
Slowly he came to her, his eyes every bit as intense as she felt. He opened his lips as though to say something and then suddenly he was holding her soft face and his lips were tightly crushed on hers, his thick cock brushing under her breasts, his tongue forcing its way between her clenched teeth. Then he seemed to be all over her, and never in her life had she fought so hard just to remain still, never mind push him away. He was pulling her up, up on her feet. Where had she been that she had not noticed that already he was as tall as she! This was her own son, she kept telling herself, placing her hands between them and pushing weakly against his strongly developing chest. Suddenly they were tumbling down on the couch and in the tussle her gown opened. Instinctively she struggled onto her stomach to hide herself but then she felt the satin material riding gently, tickling up her legs and her buttocks until she knew her white, shimmering ass-cheeks were a quivering spectacle for her son! He sighed as he breathlessly kneaded their soft resilience.
"Oh, no, please! Please don't!" she gasped, almost too weak to press her trembling thighs together in an attempt to hold back the squirming body which was lodging itself between them. His thickly poling cock was trapped in the smooth crevice of her trembling white buttocks, and she could feel the wetness of his hard, growing cock sliding in its own fluids against the soft inner hollows of her sensitive thighs. His head dropped to her neck and she thought she heard him whisper, Ma, but he bit her gently, making her mewl in spite of herself, then he sank triumphantly between her long, shapely legs as she automatically kicked out in a confused reaction against the experience, his fleshy penis embedding itself against the white, rounded mounds of her lushly quivering ass.
Yvette Morris felt as though her whole world was crashing down around her and yet, at the same time, a brand new vibrant, exotic world was opening up to her. Every nerve in her body was alive. She couldn't believe it! Try as she might, she could not recall a single reason why she should object. She knew they were there but she couldn't grasp them. She could only feel the unbelievable ecstasy of his young, hot, rotating penis forcing itself against her closed pink vaginal mouth and the tender satiny fronts of his thighs moving teasingly against her, probing and flicking at her still moistened cunt in a tormenting way. Her subconscious mind did try to fight the sensually inciting, twisting, grinding motion, but it was becoming too strong for her to resist at all. Her motherly instincts were shattering, all control slipping away as the unwanted sexual heat rose even stronger within her. By this time she was like a human furnace, ignited once that day by Phil Hoffman and only banked a few times and then he'd gone. Her son, Joe's, teasing, taunting cock was all the fuel needed to set the blaze of lust roaring to new heights. Her smoothly arched hips and tremulous buttocks were betraying her already. He knew! He had to be able to tell! Besides, she couldn't speak! She could no longer say, stop! Her ass was slowly moving in tiny undulating circles, hardly perceptible at first, but ever moving. The searing fire that had rekindled in her scorched body licked out between her legs, crying to be drowned by the tormenting rod of hardness slithering lewdly in her wetness. The soft silken thighs which had been pressed tightly against his invasion fell loosely away, and her aroused loins ground desperately into the mattress, her tautened muscles still flexing in a half-hearted attempt to obey some hazy moral code she vaguely remembered and guarded the pink, wetly pulsating entrance of her hot, flowering cunt by her own fourteen year old son!
"On the floor, Ma! On your hands and knees on the floor," Joe was rasping. She let his arms guide her down to the floor, knowing all the while that the power giving in to this obscene ravishment should be defeated now if ever, yet she did as she was told. When down on the floor, she even thrilled to feel his hands grip her slender waist and jerk her rounded white buttocks licentiously high in the air, while at the same time his other hand guided her head to comfort on the mattress. Was there any many who could care as deeply as a son? There was the secret of her weakness perhaps. Her body was only a helpless, sensuously incited beloved toy to be filled by his hot, now virile young sperm, but surely, a very special toy!
Joe was kneeling behind her, his lean hips pressed tightly to the smooth open crevice of her nakedly undulating ass. He held his thick penis at the moistened elastic opening of her glistening pink cunt, and he watched with gleaming, lust-filled eyes as the petal-like, wet inner lips contracted and palpitated with unwanted desire while he ached all over from the lascivious thought of his lovely mother kneeling like this in abject servitude to be used as he wished. His heavy youthful cock jerked slightly, as though unable to contain itself when her tiny puckered anus came into view above the moistly flowered opening of her hungry vagina, and for a moment, Joe was tempted to try to take her there in that little, pinkish, recessed hole, but the thought passed from his mind as he felt a small dewdrop of hot seminal moisture forming on the end of his tortured cock. He had to fuck her now. Harry said it was done in the asshole sometimes, but he was too hot to experiment and he didn't want to risk turning her off!
He moved forward, slipping his knees as far up between her helplessly quivering thighs as he could go, letting his pulsing cock-head gently part her soft, dark pubic hairs. Then the warm, velvety folds of her hot nibbling cunt closed wetly over the sensitively tingling tip of his penis. He flexed his buttocks, feeling all of the frustration he'd built up over the past few months, watching his mother's breasts and the movement of her thighs out of the corner of his eye! It was with incredible relief that he surged forward into the warm, clasping flesh of his groaning mother. He gasped aloud through the silence of the shabby clubhouse as he felt the tight seething flesh of her moistly contracting cunt slip soothingly over and then enclose all of his rock-hard length when he thrust into her.
"Oooooohhhhhh!" Yvette moaned beneath her young son as he surged along the smoothly yielding walls of her absorbing vaginal channel, her naked body trembling sensuously before his jarring assault. She reflexively thrust back, salaciously wet and open, his long, thick penis sliding easily through the warm, moist secretions that flowed from her cunt. Oh, how ... how was she allowing her son, with his hard, lust-infused cock, to fuck obscenely into her from behind? And how ... how was she masochistically liking it? Her breath was one long moan as she droned out her emotions, and her face was turned sideways now so that she could look back with passion-glazed eyes at what he was doing to her. Her tongue-moistened lips opened and closed fish-like in the humiliation and shame that hovered on the borders of her consciousness, ready to tear her apart, she knew, when it was all over. But it felt as though the uncontrollable feelings surging through her would never really end. It would never really be all over!
Yvette could feel her son's hot, throbbing hardness growing inside her hungrily inflamed pussy, its giant head seeming like an unrelenting fist pummeling into her quivering belly, and she strained under him, arching her nakedly thrusting buttocks back against his rigorously driving assault, moaning incessantly on the crumpled mattress, her body a mass of electric-like tingles, saturating it half in pain, half in pleasure. "Harder, Ma! Fuck back harder!" Joe chanted as he looked down at his aching thick cock stuck salaciously in the hot, straining cunt of his helplessly kneeling young mother. She obeyed, in her masochistic debasement, wanting to be torn apart, wanting to be ripped, and great huge waves of delicious sensation raced erotically through her, her desire-fevered mind like an expanding balloon, growing, growing, ready to burst into a thousand colored pieces.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she gasped heedlessly, all thoughts now centered on her insanely building orgasm, her sensorial release from the power of her uncovered wells of passion. Entranced, lost in the reverie of her intense, wanted bliss, she didn't see the new shadow appear in the doorway as her other son walked in. Neil could not believe what he saw. Shit! He had wondered why he had not heard Joe wailing from the strap. Christ! Look at them go! And his sweet, hot bitch of a mom was eating it up!
Neil didn't ponder long about the why's or wherefore's. As he stared with bulging eyes at the perspiring, abandoned duo fucking on the floor against the couch, he knew he couldn't stand it for long without joining in. After all, it was his mother, too, wasn't it? He had as much right to her as Joe, didn't he? Share and share alike was the twins' motto anyway and Neil was damned if he wasn't going to get some of that lovely, curvaceous, naked body that had been teasing him around the house with its loose tits and its swaying ass. With quick, trembling hands, he stripped off his clothes and then came over to them, holding his heavy fevered testicles in his hand while his other lewdly grasped his already throbbing, rock-hard cock.
Ripples of shame momentarily skyrocketed through Yvette's vibrantly aroused flesh as she looked around and stared at the naked, approaching form of her other son, at his thickly swollen cock! Oh no! Both of them, she thought unreasonably, mustn't be contaminated! Oh, God, it was the end of everything. In her mind she tried to break away, but her ass still surged toward Joe as with ever-increasing force he thrust his cock into her passionately burning cunt. She found that she only obscenely grunted and could make no serious move to extricate herself from the licentious trap she was in.
"Ma's the best!" Joe grinned proudly up at his brother. "There's no woman in this whole world like Ma!"
"Yeah," Neil breathed, huskily.
The boy came over to stand beside his mother's head, his wet-tipped penis jutting forward like an angry red beacon-light until it was suddenly against her forehead. She knew she should turn away from him, should cry out to him to go away, but she couldn't. The rest of her sensuously quivering body, still churning wildly from Joe's solid length of pulsating cock-flesh, was betraying her entirely with the intense breathtaking sensations it was generating into rationalizing that after all, she mustn't play favorites! Yvette could only kneel there, bent lewdly before him while Joe fucked animalistically into her from behind, feeling the stickiness of his hot seminal fluid against the softness of her skin, feeling the unyielding surface of Neil's moist, rubbery cock-head sliding over her face, dreading and yet ... not dreading the words she knew were about to come.
"Please, Ma," Neil begged, glancing enviously at his twin brother behind her, "Please suck my cock!"
Yvette tried to make herself ignore Neil, for his own good, she thought, and yet how could she reject him when she had accepted his brother? She had no idea what she ought to do and her mind was having the same trouble focusing that her eyes were having. She quaked with the horror of the entire situation. The idea of even sucking a cock had always been deplorably disgusting to her. She had never allowed either her husband or Phil to take such liberties with her, and to let her own son do it was ... was ... but no, for some strange reason, it was not revolting. It was not revolting at all! Nothing about Neil, nothing about her own sweet sons could possibly revolt her. She mustn't let Neil feel that she wanted him any less than Joe, who was obscenely fucking into her from behind, her seethingly excited cunt flowering wider and wider open to accept his precious, sensuously inspired cock. Her whole body was grinding in rhythm to his pumping loins in a wild, naked dance of licentious desire.
"Ooooohhhh," she groaned as if mortally wounded.
"I'm waiting, Ma," Neil pouted. "Suck me!"
"Oooooohhhh," she mewled, too out of control to find it. He understood and with fingers fumbling with her chin, lifted her head off the couch until she felt a hot, spongy, wet sensation pressing against her lush, frightened lips. The sudden shock made her clench her teeth frantically together as she would with anyone, but he was too hot to be denied and struggled against her closed mouth, parting her firmly tensed lips slowly, until she realized that it was Neil and willingly opened them. His hardened cock crushed throbbingly through her soft, moistened lips and into the hot, wet cavern of her saliva-filled mouth, the thickness of it slithering up the length of her tiny tongue, filling her mouth completely with its thick, fleshy hardness.
Neil, in his lust-incited state, began to slowly fuck his cock in and out of her obscenely distorted face with his hands held to her head in a vise-like grip, their palms pressed hard against her ears. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she struggled against the depraved rape of her mouth, but it was only mental, and he quickened his long, thick cock thrusts to match those of his twin brother's fucking into her from behind, never pulling his hard fleshy penis all the way out, but leaving a slight part of the rubbery tip beyond her lips in the hot moist shelter of her mouth. "Suck, Ma! Suck," she heard him command from somewhere above her, and she did, automatically, her lips nibbling at his thrusting rod of thick, hardened genital flesh. She coughed and sputtered, gaggingly at first, until she gradually became accustomed to the alien invasions of her mouth. Then she tried not to think of what she was doing but only for whom she was doing it. His sperm-bloated testicles bounced against her chin and there was a boyishly masculine odor of semen around his loins that filled her nostrils, not as unpleasantly as she had anticipated.
Behind her, Joe could feel himself building toward a dynamic end. He began to fuck into her faster and harder, thrusting mercilessly against the wildly dancing cheeks of her nakedly quivering ass with his lean driving hips, his strong young hands gripping hard her slender arched waist, squeezing the satiny, flaccid flesh into random shapes. His lips bared gaspingly back and unable to close his mouth, Joe stared down at her sensuously bucking white body and lasciviously bobbing head, the contrast of his brother's long, sperm-swollen cock disappearing into the stretched ruby-redness of her widely ovaled lips shooting chills of lightning-like sensations along the length of his spine. He pulled at her rounded, widespread buttocks, stretching the twin mounds of resilient flesh as wide apart as he could and watched his own thick palpitating cock disappear between the moist pink lips of her voraciously clasping cunt in an exciting contrast of lust provoking color. "Christ!" he swore. "Christ!"
And behind him, unseen by the others, yet another shadow swayed. Kathy, once awake, had found the-empty house to be silent as a tomb. She had never felt so alone in her life, so confused or so wretched. She sat at the kitchen table a while longer, then got up and tried to call her own home, but there was no answer. Several times she tried with no luck. Maybe he had another whore he visited after this one, she thought unreasonably, sitting at the table and pouting. Neil looked as though he were planted on the back steps now so she dared not cry or make any noise that might attract his attention. She was lonely, but not for one of the Morrises!
The longer she sat, the more confused the day appeared to her. Perhap she was being punished because she had not gone to Sunday School! At any rate it was done and the problem she now faced was that of assigning guilt for those things she could not possibly be responsible for. She had seriously believed that Yvette Morris had raped her father, that her father had fallen into a trap from which he could not escape. On the other hand, she herself had been accosted now and she knew how strong a boy could be. Yet she also knew that it was possible, if you really wanted to, to break away! It was not fair, after all, to blame Yvette. Her father had to be at least equally guilty. And wasn't Yvette punishing Joe right now? Didn't that show whose side she was on?
Yet ... yet, she thought, because there was one more aspect that rankled on her mind. Yet was it fair that Joe take all the punishment. Was it really all his fault. She had ... oh, she had ... helped! She had not pulled away at the very beginning when she should have! Again she put her head into her hands and tried to clear the muddle of her brain. It was only a few minutes later that she looked up, and longing to go to Joe's protection, looked out of the window to find that Neil had disappeared. Yes, she would go over to the clubhouse and admit to Yvette that it was not all Joe's fault. She would t tell the story exactly as it happened. Whatever Joe's punishment was to be, she must, in all fairness, share it! It was a very idealistic fifteen year old child who stepped over the threshold of the clubhouse.
She scanned the room, her eyes coming to rest on the most unbelievable sight she could even imagine! Great God in Heaven! Yvette and her own son, Joe, were fornicating just like the dogs in the street! And Neil had just removed his clothes, was just reaching his mother's face with his hardened rod jutting out in front like a lance being lowered for the charge. Kathy's heart leaped in her throat. She almost screamed out from the unbelievability of the shockingly obscene spectacle she was witnessing! How much worse this was than anything before! A thousand times worse ... and she started to shake uncontrollably and cringe from the utter debauchery that was taking place in front of her! To support her rubbery knees, she leaned against the frame of the doorway. How could any woman ever possibly be part of this orgiastic horror. She blinked, the numbing effects of the alcohol had not completely worn away yet. She found that her mind was still infused with the memory of her own arousal and of Joe's lusting fingers teasing hotly between her open thighs. She found herself against her will listening and staring. Yet instead of the total revulsion she had experienced before in seeing Yvette a slave before her father's salaciously naked desires, a strange and light-feathered quivering began deep between her young, wetly tingling thighs. It was almost as if everything had finally culminated to where she, too, was actually being drawn to such depravity, as if she too were enjoying it!
Yvette had never felt so gloriously used and fulfilled in her life. She sucked slavishly with her mouth and worked her rounded full buttocks behind in a furor to end it as quickly as she could. In all the time that Kathy had been standing, watching, the older woman did not notice. She loved it! She loved every minute of it, but she must bring it to a close so that she could treat it all rationally, with her mind instead of her passions! Kathy, of course, saw only the vigor with which the woman behaved. Why, she seemed little more than a whore, a slut of the streets. Her whole lustfully inflamed naked body was jerking and twisting between her two sons, a sandwich of cock-impaled, salacious flesh contorted with passion. Her eagerly sucking mouth moved ceaselessly on Neil's hot, pulsing cock, and Joe's throbbingly thick penis fucked into her from behind, making her resemble an untamed animal that was writhing in the throes of an epileptic fit. Her forehead was covered with a light coat of glistening perspiration that had broken out beneath her disheveled long silver hair. There was nothing now which could not stop her race to fulfillment and she knew it.
Kathy was afraid as she watched transfixed that for some adverse reason she was becoming excited rather than appalled, and she was right! Suddenly she, too, began losing the last vestiges of control, which had so narrowly managed to stop her from losing her virginity not too long before, and her still-dazed mind, beclouded by the lasting effects of the Scotch as well as her pent-up emotions, placed her beyond all rational thought or action. Her hotly incited, vibrant flesh was entirely separate from the bonds she might have wished to place upon it. She stared in lewdly provoked fascination as Joe worked animal-like in the pink wide-spread tightness of his mother's wetly clasping cunt, and she could see the contortions of Neil's face as he mercilessly fucked his mother with his hard cock in her eagerly sucking mouth. Kathy was trembling more violently than ever now, shuddering in a rapidly rising aura of sensual passion to the gasps of pleasure and the lewd couplings she saw, the obscene performance igniting the smoldering sparks which the Scotch had never let die. Her sensitively brushing thighs wettened with secretions from her tinglingly seeping vagina, and she desperately clamped her legs together as if to choke off the warm flow.
Finally, as if in a dream, Kathy's own hands began to involuntarily massage the swollen, straining fullness of her own nea-rnaked breasts, letting her blouse fall away to expose the lovely, firm, white, berry-topped mounds, and she trapped her young, desire-hardened nipples between her fingers, kneading and pulling at them until she felt as though she would rip them loose. She groaned excitedly, no longer able to stand on her long quivering legs. She allowed herself to slide down and lean against the wall just inside the door, once more squeezing her prickling, satiny thighs together in a futile attempt to control the sweeping fire that had suddenly begun to rage there.
Again her hands, against her will, smoothed down her erotically stimulated body and up her blue skirt, lifting it as high as it had been when Joe Morris had almost penetrated her tight virgin cunt, and her slim young fingers groped at the sparse covering of her soft blonde pubic curls. Her naked white legs uncontrollably scissored open, and she could feel her own hotly moistened vaginal crevice now palpitating against the tiny tips of her slender fingers as she drew her passion-heated, narrow pussy mouth open, exposing to the warm air of the room her wet, pink cuntal flesh. With a mewling sigh which could have been heard by the others had they been listening, she sunk one long middle Finger deep into the viscous moistened mouth of her feverish vaginal passage, and she tightly held her breath, relieved for a moment, but only a short moment. The growing kindled fire burned more intensely, demanding more to feed its lewd hunger, and she slipped a second finger into the moistened seething channel, drawing her knees up and splaying them wide.
The sights and sounds of the nakedly writhing mother and her two sons obscenely coupled together drove her on, and she rocked back on her knees against her lewdly buried fingers, skewering them deeper into her feverishly secreting pussy. She could see Joe's hard thickly glistening cock slipping wetly into his mother's greedily clasping cunt and Neil's saliva-moistened penis sinking deep into her ovaled sucking mouth like a greased rod, and her own hands became that rod, while her throaty gasps began to match those of the racing trio of licentiously attached, nakedly writhing bodies before her. In her alcohol-inspired lust, she wanted everything they were getting. She wanted to be fucked! Her eager fingers weren't enough as her lustful thoughts centered on the thick ravaging cocks plundering her father's girlfriend, and she knew she had to have more, but there was nothing, nothing but her fingers!
In desperation, Kathy reached back over her full, rounded white buttocks with her other hand, searching in the wet smooth crevice, at last finding and slipping a probing finger deep into her puckered little anus between the quivering twin mounds. She gasped, as in her haste a fingernail dug into the soft fleshy walls of her sensitive rectum, sending a sharp jolt of needling pain through her young writhing body. She waited a moment and then took up the rhythm of the others again, her upper body braced against the wall. Her firmly exposed breasts jounced like dunes of jelly, their tiny hardened nipples swaying sensuously while titillating charges of darting pleasure grazed her raw nerves as she continued staring with passionate eyes at Yvette and her two young sons. She felt herself reaching some high forbidden peak, some pinnacle of unknown bliss, never dreaming that she was racing toward a climax, an orgasm, along with the others. She didn't know what it was, but she had to have it, and she strove with lewdly pumping fingers to attain it!
"Oh, deeper! God! Fuck me deeper!" Yvette Morris obscenely moaned. She gasped as if she were close to drowning, her lovely curve-endowed body sleek from the perspiration of her feral, untamed gyrations, while her head uncontrollably flailed as she savored the masculine deliciousness of her own son's cock pounding hard, thrusting relentlessly into her now hungrily sucking mouth. She was nearing her orgasm, and she swung her sensuously undulating body back at Joe in totally debauched wantonness, heaving her voraciously clasping cunt back onto the long convulsing rod of the boy's aching cock, while she sucked the one in her mouth with a desire she never realized she possessed. The saliva in her mouth grew and grew, becoming thick and sticky from Neil's minute emissions which seeped from the end of his intensely pulsating cock into her hotly sucking oral cavern. She could feel his strong hips writhing and straining before her bobbing head as though he were in the last spasmodic throes of a convulsion, and his fingers twisted tighter in her hair as she slipped her mouth back and forth in mounting blind lust over the end of his thrusting, fleshy instrument. He fucked back as though her roundly clasping mouth was another moistly clutching cunt into which he was venting the wrath of his young animal lust. She could feel his solid thick shaft of genital flesh stretch and expand inside her voraciously sucking mouth until there was no room left, and moaned piteously around it as though it were trying to thrust forward hard enough to meet the other hard, driving cock charging deep into her from behind.
Joe heard her moans and it drove him into greater desire. He ran his hands from the smooth, hollowing cheeks of her firmly rounded ass, down the satiny columns of her full trembling pubic hair which held and throbbed around his aching penis like a tight rubbery mouth. He pulled his head back so that he could watch his mother's profile, at her sudden and incredible surrender of her whole being to Neil and himself, at the way she had abandoned herself to her wild, suppressed desires to be fucked and to suck in return. Her lovely face was wildly contorted with raw passion, her lush lips ovaled around his brother's throbbing thick cock, as still greater and more desperate sounds came robot-like from deep in her savagely heaving chest.
Then Neil jerked suddenly, as though stuck by a pin from behind, writhing his hips up tight to her face, sinking the full length of his hard thrusting cock deep down into her gasping throat. She fought to breathe but then his balls erupted, squirting his hot, thick cum into the warm, wet interior of her crazily sucking mouth with thin, liquid jets which shot into her like the rush of raging water through a small kitchen spigot. Yvette sucked and forcibly swallowed, her cheeks grotesquely inflating and deflating continuously from the pressure of his gluttonous flow of seething white sperm. It lasted for a seeming eternity, her mouth filled with the incitingly pungent taste of her son's semen and passion, and then it jerked a long last time, softening finally beneath her fervently swirling tongue. Her controllable senses were gone, and she was hardly aware of it. Then she heard the grunt from behind her.
She had nearly forgotten about Joe. Now she felt her hot aching thighs and trembling buttocks swept wide apart in one last crushing rush as Joe, wildly fucking into her now, had shoved his boyish, expanded hard cock as far as it could go into her passionately screaming cunt and began spewing his hot sticky liquid deep up into her womb. His mouth opened wide, gasping a loud, uncontrolled "Ahhhhhhh!" as she felt his scalding lewd cum fill her vaginal passage with a torrential pressure, flooding her scorchingly and deluging the depths of her hot quivering belly until she thought she'd burst. There were several convulsive jerks of his pelvis against the soft cheeks of her tingling buttocks, and then he fell forward over her back, exhausted and satiated.
Even as Yvette felt the twin ravaging cocks pumping their hot loads into her, her omnivorously palpitating vaginal walls suddenly began to spasmodically contract, desperately, milking at her son's wildly spewing cock and spilling a luxuriant flow of orgasmic secretions to mingle with his river of molten cum. She cried out, "Oh God! I'm cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmiiiinnnnnnnggggggggggg!" She thrust her convulsing loins back at Joe with wanton force, screwing herself hungrily onto his still pistoning young cock, her nostrils flaring as one long gasp of breath raspingly escaped from her heaving lungs as though she had been hit in the stomach with a powerful fist. She collapsed under them then, her body quaking uncontrollable sensations floated her down gently from the peak she had reached.
Still unseen and unheard by the door, young Kathy's face colored crimson as she felt herself about ready to explode. She was both frightened and ecstatic. She hung for a moment, teetering on the edge of erotic, breathtaking release, her whole lithe, half-exposed body vibrating as hot, passion-spilled secretions gushed from her dilated vagina, covering her rummaging hands and fingers to run in viscid prickly rivulets down her slim white inner thighs to the floor below. A piercing wail of blissful release reverberated from her, though she wasn't aware of it at the moment, lost as she was in the savage fury of her first orgasm. And she stayed on her nakedly exposed legs that way for a moment, her tremulously spasming young buttocks still swaying in the air, unable to bring herself to withdraw her lust-drenched fingers from her open vagina until the last dying throbs had stilled in her quaking teenaged body. But as her sanity slowly returned, she opened her clenched eyes and stared over at the couch again, stark fear gradually replacing the delightful sensations still filling her quivering young flesh. Sitting up in such a way that her matted pubic hair wetly glistening in the light through the doorway, she forgot all about pulling down her skirt before the startled stares of three pairs of eyes.
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CHAPTER FOUR
Yvette had lain under the heavy spent bodies of her sons, their sweating flesh oozing over her supple nakedness in collapsed satiation. She had felt Joe's deflated penis withdraw from inside her fever-flushed pussy, her still clasping vagina flooded and used as had been her sperm-coated mouth. A long sigh of drawn-out relief had breathed from her heaving chest as she had closed her eyes and had slowly drifted into a semi-comatose state. Then she heard the long moan. She struggled to raise herself from the tangle of bodies, her startled eyes opening wide as she realized that the scream was a female's! It was Kathy!
"Kathy!" she moaned in shocked humiliation at the horrifying thought of Phil's daughter seeing her like this, obscenely naked with her own sons and with her exposed vagina and gasping mouth still filled with the wetnesses of sperm and secretions from the loins of her fourteen year old children. She opened her lips in shame, unable to speak, hearing only faintly the distinct sound of Kathy's tearful cry, "Daddy!" Yvette was too paralyzed to move except to jerk her arm up and cover her mortified face, collapsing in a sobbing, helpless heap back down onto the floor. There was nothing else to do, her face reddening from the terrible humiliation of Phil's child's eyes locked coldly upon her degraded and used body. But, Yvette corrected her observation, those eyes were hot and fevered, not cold.
The initial shock of being discovered abruptly cleared, and she realized that Phil's daughter had not been standing in the doorway gaping with loathing horror! The young, curvaceous mother flung her arm away and looked again, fully realizing now that Kathy was staring back at her in a mirrored reflection of her own fright and humiliation, that she was on the floor with her naked white legs high and splayed wide, her slender young fingers caught in the tender crevice of her wet, pink vagina! Kathy's cry had not been one of terror, it had been one of orgasmic release! She had been watching Yvette with Joe and Neil and had been finger fucking herself! "Oh, Kathy!" Yvette mumbled, finding somehow the strength and courage to crawl from beneath the sprawled naked bodies and totteringly stand. The child was following her movements but again she cried pitifully, "Daddy!"
Kathy's eyes trailed the length of Yvette's white trembling curves, coming to rest at her full, wet thighs where thin, sticky trails of the lewd sperm Joe had just pumped into her could still be seen glistening. The salacious reminder made her shiver inside, and Kathy clutched at the door frame for support, rising to her own wobbly feet, feeling the moistness of her own climactic juices spill down her legs in a distorted caricature of Yvette's condition. She couldn't think of anything to say, any excuse for her own mortification or any words for the obviously abject woman.
Suddenly, the full significance of the situation dawned on Yvette. My God, she thought. He could put her in jail! What Joe had done to Kathy and both twins had done to her as well was what she had allowed them to do, all faded into insignificance beside the complicity of Kathy Hoffman. How in God's name could all of this be justified to Phil? It couldn't, Yvette realized. There was no way he could be expected to accept all this even if he understood it! She thought or rather she tried to think of the steps she must take. In the first place, she mustn't expect Kathy to face her father alone ... she mustn't ... she must ... oh God! There was nothing in her brain. Nothing she knew how to do. She must get a drink and clear her head. She must take control but control of what? Like a mindless zombie she passed Kathy and stepped through the door of the clubhouse, automatically pulling the robe around her out of long habit.
At first Kathy could only think of her father and what he would say or do. She had never known him to be angry, but she didn't want to hurt him! And she didn't want him to be hurt by anyone else! She could not imagine anything more abhorrent than what she had seen yet somehow she was completely and inextricably involved. How? She had finger fucked herself and that was surely shameful enough, but her guilt seemed to her to go deeper than this. Why? Should she have tried to stop them? But they wouldn't have listened to her, would they? Maybe her sin was watching what was not her business to watch. Maybe she should have gone back to the house when she saw something so personal taking place. Then she thought with a start that she should not have watched this morning either when her father and Yvette were making love! Nor should she have leaned on Joe's shoulder. Now that she knew what arousal was all about, she felt deeply ashamed. It was all her fault, every last bit of it!
Yvette had not looked well when she had gone past her a moment ago. She had to talk to her! Above all she didn't want her taking the blame! Kathy, too, turned away from where the twins were still recuperating from their unbelievable orgy to run into the house. "Yvette!" the child called into the house even before she reached the screen door. Then she saw the lovely silver-haired woman with the telephone suspended half-way to her ear. "Yvette, don't!" she called. Yvette stared at her, her big brown eyes blank and uncomprehending.
"I ... I forgot what I was going to do," she said smiling faintly, replacing the phone in its cradle. Then she turned and walked into the living room with the same zombie-like appearance. Was it that bad? Kathy watched Yvette reach into a table beside the big chair and pull out a bottle. Was what had happened really so horrible? Is this what happened to you when you let your own sons fuck you? Yvette looked shocked, and Kathy grasped for some kind of answer for she could not unravel it all herself.
First of all she had watched her father and Yvette making love. It seemed so long ago now ... and so unimportant! They had a right to make love! They had every right to make love! Kathy knew her father wanted to marry Yvette. If Kathy had not made such a mountain out of a molehill, she would not have become involved with the twins and Yvette would not have tried to punish anyone and they would not have caught her and started what she now knew was an uncontrollable reaction in the body....
The telephone rang. Yvette was pouring herself a glass of scotch and seemed not to even hear the ring. Kathy picked up the receiver. "Hello," she said faintly.
"Hello. Is that you Yvette? I can't find Kathy...."
"Daddy!" Kathy shouted then. She had completely forgotten how worried he would be.
"Kathy, where have you been?"
"Right here. I tried to call."
There was a long pause during which Phil swallowed the turbulent emotions that begged expression. Ever since he was a child he had known how to take his time to swallow anger and fear before speaking. "Everyone's all right, I take it?" he asked finally.
"Daddy...." Kathy started hesitantly.
She didn't know what to say. There was something wrong with Yvette, yet how should she begin to explain? "Daddy!" she found herself beginning to whimper. "Daddy, it's all my fault!"
"What? What's all your fault? Honey are you all right? I'm way the hell out at your grandmother's house! Is Yvette there?"
"Y ... yes," the child reported but skeptically. The woman in the other room was blankly sipping something brown from a kitchen tumbler.
"Good! Now, listen to me," her father said softly. "Just say in one simple sentence the first thing that comes out of your head. Do you understand? Whatever the problem makes you say."
Kathy thought a moment and the pain in her heart seemed to grow. Her throat felt choked with tears. "I ... I saw you and Yvette, Daddy. I ... I'm sorry and then, I ... I wanted ... wanted Joe. I really did ... oh, Daddy, I'm sorry!" She started to cry. The tears poured forth in torrents. Her chest and shoulders heaved. And suddenly Yvette was beside her.
"Oh, baby, baby, what is it?" she asked. "Sweetheart, what's the matter?" She took the receiver from Kathy's hand. "Hello?" she said in a questioning voice.
"Yvette! What the hell is wrong with her? Is she hurt? Is someone hurt?"
"No," Yvette answered him calmly, as she came more to her senses at the sound of his voice. "No, it ... it's a sexual problem," she stammered.
There was a long pause. And he said quietly, "Yvette, fathers are notoriously unreasonable about their daughters' virginity. I ... I wish you would talk to her ... reasonably. Tell her, tell her for me it doesn't matter. I mean, using your body for pleasure, using your body to ... to straighten out your head the way they say it does now ... it's ... it's like eating, you know? Please let her know it's all right. Christ, it's my own damn fault! She saw us together, she says. Did she tell you that?"
"N ... no. Wh ... what did you say, Phil, about straightening out your head? With sex?"
"Well, some expert says you should do what you want. I don't know if it's true. Besides it doesn't make any difference. Hell, I love Kathy. Just as long as she knows how to take care of herself ... I don't know how to handle it, Yvette!"
"Oh ... oh," she said, still numbly. "Don't worry, Phil. I'll think of something."
"It'll take me a while to get there. I'm way the hell out at my mother's. I thought she might have come here. Couldn't get anyone on the phone so I drove out. You've got things in hand there?"
Yvette looked down at her scotch. "Yes ... yes, I think so, Phil."
' 'All right. See you in a jiffy. Love to Kathy and thanks a million. I love you, sweetheart!" he said softly.
"I love you too, Phil," she blurted. "See you soon!" She hung up the receiver and started to cry. She looked around. She could hear Kathy crying too. It was coming from the bedroom. She'd best go comfort her and do as Phil asked.
Phil was so relieved to know that Kathy was with Yvette. He left his mother's as soon as he could get away and hurried to the street where his old Dodge was parked and got in. His mind was relieved but it was also confused. Yvette had sounded none too reassuring. What had gone on back there in the little time he had been gone? When he had left, everything had been bright and cheery with Yvette smugly satisfied on the bed after a long and enriching fuck. He thought she would go to sleep while he went for Kathy. But then Kathy had apparently decided to play hookey from Sunday School. Well, he couldn't blame her. Midener was okay for adults, although Phil felt that he was even a little heavy in his sermons. He was a pessimist, too, in an indirect way. The whole world was one big rotten apple to Midener with one tiny good spot, himself! He started the engine, then slowly pulled away from the curb, then headed for home.
Phil Hoffman loved Yvette Morris not only physically but emotionally and mentally and any other way there might be. He really did want to marry her in spite of her odd aversion to sex. He didn't know what caused that either, though he supposed it was her upbringing. She was wonderful to work with, and the sex thing was the only thing barring him from making a concerted effort of have her marry him. He wanted a full, completely sensual woman, not one which had to be turned on with a Mickey Finn or something before she was willing. That had been the problem with Laura, with Kathy's mother. She was so hard to get near to love, and he had wasted years after her death condemning himself for not having tried harder.
He knew Yvette was not cold. Once she was excited, nothing turned her off. He could fuck her all night long, and she'd wake up in the morning with her hand around his cock begging for more before he had a chance to wake up. Well, he was certainly trying hard to break up the cold front that came first. He figured that with a little patience, it would disappear. He was hoping that having to help Kathy with her problem would help. It sounded to him Tike maybe Joe got into Kathy's panties. It was hard to imagine. She was so much like her mother ... so cold. He was glad that he had managed to be reasonable about it. His emotions had almost exploded at the very thought of any male near his daughter, but now his reason was beginning to convince his emotions. After all, she was a red-blooded human being, he hoped. So was Joe, and Kathy was a beautiful kid, if he did say so himself. Christ, maybe she had had both Joe and Neil. He'd never seen just one of the twins alone. Too, it could have been Neil. Kathy didn't know the difference between them any more than he did. He chuckled to himself. Yes, he was feeling much better, more and more reasonable about it as time wore on. Well that was healthy. Can't blame the kids for liking what we like ourselves!
The twins had lain together on the floor of the clubhouse for some time after Yvette and Kathy left. At first they were merely catching their breath. Then a rather overwhelming somnolence permeated their bodies and they almost dozed off, a glistening tangle of arms and legs. Never in their lives had they known anything so completely fulfilling. Whereas the fact that they had used their own mother so lewdly ought to have shamed them, it seemed only to make them feel that much more enriched. Both of them had been eyeing her for some time. She was a hell of a lot more inciting than pictures! And to think they had done it! Actually done it! Instead of getting all excited and having to jack off, they had really fucked her! Both of their fourteen year old heads floated in the same swirling, liquid dream of ecstasy for many, many minutes after that fuck!
Then slowly a normal everyday reality began to clear the honeyed air. The boys arose from their torpor and catching each other's eyes began to giggle and then laugh. Joe reached for Neil's fingers and they squeezed each other back and forth to keep the laughter going. But just as a train finally disappears down the tracks, eventually no more laughter could be pressed out of the situation and they rose from the hard floor and began to dress.
"Let's change the pictures back," Neil suggested.
Joe stared for a moment at the lion and Mr. Spock, both of whom seemed to be surveying the mousy-haired teenagers quite serenely. "Yeah, but let's just add them to the posters," Joe said. "Hell, they're the only witnesses we've got! Who else would believe it?"
That only started the laughter again, at least for a few minutes.
"Harry'd never believe it," Neil said suddenly, not really wanting Harry to know as the boy considered his older friend's attitude toward 'cunts' as he called them.
"Naaawwww," Joe answered, feeling some of the same hesitation himself.
"No sense even trying to tell him then," Neil continued. He was watching his brother's face carefully although trying to avoid being seen doing this.
Joe looked up and caught Neil's eye. "I ain't talking to nobody!" he said firmly. "Ma is ... well, Ma is Ma, that's all!"
His brother broke into a relieved grin and started pulling their joint collection of nude pictures out of the box into which they had thrown them earlier. "Yeah," he said. "Ma is pretty special, and she's ... kind of ours, you know?"
"Yeah, I know," Joe said softly. "It's funny. I keep thinking we should feel guilty or something, but I don't. Do you?"
Neil was quiet for some time while he tried to figure out why he felt no guilt or shame either. "The way I figure it," he said finally, "if there was anything wrong with it, Ma wouldn't have done it. She must have figured it was important to do. What do you think?"
"I suppose," Joe murmured thoughtfully. "Yeah, that sure sounds right!"
As Yvette Morris made her way toward the bedroom where Kathy seemed to be, the sobbing inside stopped while at the same time, the distraught woman felt another dizziness take hold of her entire being and again she couldn't remember what it was she was in the process of doing. All she could recall was how the awful pressure had abated under the onslaught of the opiate liquor. She started back for the living room suddenly, as though someone had called, and a kind of unsteady calm returned to her. She sat beside her empty glass and for a moment rocked, her arms around her naked legs which she had drawn up onto the couch. Her gown fell loosely open yet she felt nothing except the terrible guilt she bore, the horrid knowledge! She unfolded her hands and reached again for the bottle, but it was empty. She had to have more, she thought dreamily, and she stood, wavering now from the effects of her need more than from what she had already consumed. She staggered into the kitchen and found another bottle of scotch in her broom closet, under the dry mop. With almost superhuman effort she quickly uncapped it and took a draught straight from the long cold neck of the heavy bottle.
Her fingers were getting numb and she was dimly aware that she would have to find someplace to sit down before she fell down. Her mind was filled with utterly despairing thoughts. She felt unclean ... filthy! She lurched toward the bathroom, now overwhelmed with the need to be clean of the horrible sin which seemed to be coating her with a thin film of shame both inside and out. Frantically, she tore at the chrome handles of the bath, shedding her gown as the hot, steamy water cascaded into the tub, the rising vapor enveloping her in a heady mist. There was something ... something familiar ... something important in the clean water that rose ... As she stood, watching the water rise, clutching the side of the tub to keep her balance, she looked down at her body, and, strangely, the loathing she expected to feel was replaced by emotional indifference and a confused study. Her breasts, imprinted by Joe's strong fingers still palpitated, but not only in sexual excitement. It seemed only yesterday that little hands, little fingers had reached up from splashing in the running water to catch at her hanging breasts. She remembered with a jolt how she had slapped those hands! Slapped them hard and red! She recalled the uncrying, startled green eyes. Then the image was lost. Her pubic hair with the dried youthful sperm and the inflamed tender pink cuntal lips, which Joe had so abandonedly manipulated with his young, hot, hard cock ... was it defiled? She couldn't think! She dazedly thought of the strange unleashed desires that seemed to have been long repressed within her, and again she saw the little fingers reach up from the tub and grab at her breasts. Oh, God, all she knew was that her two sons in a few moments had done what neither her husband nor Phil had ever done. They had brought a great hunger, a boiling passion to the surface and fed it, lanced it, destroyed it ... satisfied her in a bigger way than ever before. The little hands so long ago ... if only she hadn't slapped the little hands! She could have taken them away and kissed them. She had felt guilty about that slap for a long time....
Yvette stepped into the hot liquid, submerging her body with gentle, cautious care. With the water surrounding her white firm thighs, she stayed kneeling, feeling the healing cleanliness against her raw vagina. The wet heat of its contact that usually stirred up desires that made her shake with pleasure, today, after the first smart, caressed her with a magical sense of understanding. She couldn't resist letting the smooth plane of her loins kiss at the surface of the water. It was like a kiss of gratitude in her dazed mind. Then with her hands on the sides of the tub for support, she leaned forward with her legs slightly spread and her firm globular buttocks arched up like a round, delicate end to her sloping back, the crevice formed by her two big cheeks slightly parted. She could feel the heat pulling at the smooth, mousy tips of her pubic hair and very gradually she lowered the soft lips of her vagina again into the sensationally hot water. She felt as though she were lowering herself into a gigantic font, not of forgiveness but of acceptance and understanding, which ran back along her crevice to tease at her anus too before her entire groin was immersed in the pleasant heat of the bath. Again her clitoris became erect and she felt ... she felt somehow that it had all been necessary and that in the long run, it would turn out for the best!
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CHAPTER FIVE
Yvette toweled her well scrubbed body until it glowed as pinkly as it could glow! Her brain still reeled a little from the scotch, but other than that she felt very good indeed. Whatever she had done, she was now convinced that it was healthy and that she had saved herself and her precious twins from some horrid psychotic hell that had been awaiting them in the future with gaping jaws! Yes sir! It had been the right thing to do! If they did it, then it must have been necessary to do! She was not sure Phil would see it that way, especially with Kathy involved, but Kathy had only been involved as an uninvited guest. She could not be responsible for everybody else's children and their capricious appearances in private places! She had all she could do to attend properly and healthily to her own children. However, she recalled a trifle guiltily, she had promised Phil that she would talk to the child about something. What was it he wanted her to tell Kathy now? Oh, God, she still could not think straight. The bath had done wonders for her in some ways, but it would take another glass of scotch to clear her brain. She dropped the soiled pink robe into the clothes hamper, tied the towel around her sarong style, and emerged from the still steaming room into the cool hallway.
She remembered that the scotch was still in the kitchen. This time she would make herself a nice drink with lots of ice. How good the day felt now! In fact, life had never felt so good for as long as she could remember. As she took the ice tray from the freezer, she noticed and enjoyed the way her fingers stuck to the bottom of the tray. She enjoyed the sound of the ice falling into the sink as she ran water over the bottom of the frozen container. There were birds in the apple tree because she heard them chattering back and forth. She dropped the cubes of ice into her glass from high in the air, just to hear them fall against the glass and each other. She poured more scotch than she really meant to, but the gurgling sound of the liquid and the dropping of the ice as thin supporting layers of each cube melted was so very pleasant to hear. Where was Kathy? Then she remembered that the child had gone into the bedroom. Perhaps she was sleeping.
Yvette tiptoed into the still sunny room. Kathy was sprawled across the bed, obviously still in the frustrated, pain-wracked state that Yvette had escaped, and the older woman's compassionate, maternal heart leapt toward the distraught girl. "Poor Kathy," she mumbled, startling the teenager so that she bolted upright and jumped from the unkempt bed.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Yvette. I didn't mean to use your bed! I didn't notice, I guess...."
"Of course, you didn't, dear. Now don't you worry about a thing. If you want to lie here, that's perfectly all right. Just let me straighten it up a bit." Yvette pulled the wrinkled top sheet toward the head of the bed with her free hand, and Kathy unconsciously helped her from the other side of the bed. Together they pulled the comforter and the pillows into some semblance of order. "Just lie back down on the comforter, honey," Yvette told Kathy reassuringly. "It's easier than a sheet to launder!" But Kathy still stood nervously to the side, and Yvette herself sat down, sipping at her scotch. Again her brain was becoming just a little thick, but it was a comfortable thickness with all the warmth of a firm sense of security.
"Yvette?" A distant voice was calling to her. "Yvette, I'm truly sorry!"
The child was standing by the bed, nervously knitting her fingers. "There's nothing to be sorry for, Kathy," Yvette tried to reassure her. "We are all human, and there are some things that ... that are beyond comprehension," she ended lamely. That's a cop-out, she thought with a brief and light twinge of self-disgust, but she was unable to figure out just what it was a cop-out from! There was a vague warning gnawing at the fringes of her consciousness that she had better stop drinking. Her mental faculties were not improving with all this scotch. She felt a weight then on the bed beside her, and the warm, sweet-smelling body of Phil's teenage daughter pressing around her. It was the child's arm she felt through the rough towel. Suddenly she felt guilty for the strong smell of scotch that must be on her breath and she placed her drink on the nightstand to her right.
"I've wanted to talk to you, Yvette," Kathy's voice came closer and then she felt the soft silky hair on her chest above a weight that leaned on her breasts. Yvette in her turn put her arms around the young girl. She was such a sweet thing and she must surely be confused. Maybe if she could encourage the child to talk....
"Honey, please talk. Please say anything you want." Then Yvette remembered hazily that Phil had said everything was all right. "Your father isn't upset by anything that happened. He couldn't be. How could he? He ... he does the same things. We all do!"
Strange warm feelings began to stir in Kathy. He did the same things! But he had never touched his daughter like Yvette had touched her sons! He never had, but ... but...."Yvette, do parents ... I mean, do you think my father ... Do all parents want...."
Yvette's lips moved and she squeezed Kathy warmly, but for a moment no words would come. "I ... I don't really know, Kathy," she finally said. "But maybe I can find out for you. It ... it depends on circumstances probably."
"Daddy wants to marry you, doesn't he?" the child then whispered.
Yvette gulped. "Time will tell about that, I suppose." Marrying Phil did not seem crucial right now, for she could sense the frustrations and the fears and the uncertainties that were still rankling in Kathy's mind and flesh. She pressed her more tightly against her full white breasts and into her taut, roughly toweled belly. There were so many emotions that could not be calmed by words, so many questions that could not be answered by logic. Yvette knew! How well she knew that Kathy had only stirred herself into a frenzy of frustration with her finger-fucking and had left herself there like a broken ship on a shoal....
Kathy said, "I ... I think I could love you very much, Yvette. We are a lot alike, aren't we?" she asked tremulously. At this moment she glanced down and unwittingly glimpsed the mousy triangle of pubic hair where the too-narrow towel had ridden up. In an electrifying instant, she recalled the older woman's beautiful naked body that she had now seen twice before. She found herself wanting very much to see it again. Was it all right, she wondered to herself breathlessly. Was the Reverend Midener wrong about the world and its people and its sins? Just because he went around calling everything a sin! That didn't mean it WAS a sin, did it? A strange, hot tingling was continuing to grow in her warm girlish belly as Yvette spoke.
"We're both women, Kathy. We both like...." She was going to say men but something made her change her mind. "Sex," she finished unexpectedly. Kathy was staring down now at where she had seen her father's long, hard penis inside the exposed pink vagina, parting the moist, hair-lined lips which were now so entrancingly hidden by the softness of her pubic hair. Yvette's hair down there was the very same color as the twins' hair. Kathy found herself talking then, saying aloud what she seemed to need to say. "I watched you with Joe and Neil, Yvette, and I got just as excited as you did. I watched and watched and finally I couldn't stand it, just like you can't stand it. I finger-fucked myself until I made myself cum. I sat right there and watched you being fucked from behind by one twin and sucking the other twin at the same time and spread my legs and...."
"Kathy," Yvette whispered. "Don't! You are exciting yourself!"
"Oh, Yvette, we are alike! I thought I'd explode, it felt so good. And ... and I wanted both of the boys then, Yvette. I wanted one to stick his big hard penis in me like he was thrusting it into you, and I wanted the other to shoot his hot, white sperm into my mouth, too! I wanted them! I'm just like you, Yvette!"
Yvette swallowed hard, trying to clear the stupor from her brain caused by the alcohol, trying to concentrate on what Kathy was saying, what she felt and thought. Vaguely, she knew that the child was in some way reaching out for a mother, yet her words were lewd and they struck fire in the older woman, sending a thousand butterflies fluttering in her belly. Her breath was getting more difficult to draw into her lungs. She realized that in spite of her satisfaction and the Scotch, her nakedly rounded hips and thighs were actually throbbing as Kathy relived the scene in the clubhouse. The images of what she had done and what Kathy had done were swirling through her mind in a tornado of delirious pictures. She knew she had to say something, something reassuring because it seemed to her that Kathy was not really making statements at all but was asking some kind of question, some big question....
"It's ... it's a very natural feeling, Kathy. It's natural for you to want that. In some countries of the world you would be married by now. It's a gift really, a gift in your flesh." She pulled back a little from the girl so that she could better see her. Yvette was totally oblivious to the towel that was loosening from her voluptuous body, but she did notice the firmly curved body in the disheveled blouse and skirt. She mumbled, "May ... maybe we had better try now to forget about it for a while." She forced a smile to her lips.
"Forget?" Kathy was asking, disappointed. "Why forget if it's a gift?" she asked puzzled.
Yvette almost laughed out loud at herself. It was true. She had just finished praising something and now she was advising that they forget what they were praising! Good God! Would her befuddled brain ever be the same again? She grabbed the girl again and finally did laugh, catching Kathy into the laughter with her. They hugged one another as tightly as they could and started to rock on the bouncing, unstable mattress until finally Yvette's towel gave way altogether, and very softly and easily, the young girl started to pull it away, all the while admiring the exposure of white, ruby-nippled breasts, firm stomach and tiny waist, and the rest of the pubic triangle, whose hairs were the same color as the twins'. Yvette's silver hair was a dye job! Well, so what! In a rush of emotion, Kathy squeezed the older woman exuberantly and then before Yvette knew what was happening, Kathy removed her own blouse with a yank that popped another button. Then she immediately stood and pulled her skirt and panties down off her lovely legs so that she, too, was completely naked.
Yvette stared at her, her face flushed with incredible feelings of love that were not entirely without sexual content. Then Kathy embraced her again, pressing her face to one swelling white breast as if she were a baby. She felt her own hard nipple on the firmly pointed mound touch the child's cheek and a sudden, spasming surge of closeness, of warmth and passion, washed through her. "Oh, love me, Yvette," the child was babbling almost incoherently. "Love me! I so need you to love me, too!"
Yvette once more hugged her, and as she felt the fevered and trembling young flesh next to her own hot skin, she burst into joyousness. Of course! The child wanted to be as close as the twins! Kathy wanted a mother the way the boys had a mother! It was understandable, but she was no longer a child! Still, the woman's body did not necessarily mean a woman lived inside. Poor thing! She needed to be held and rocked. But there was no denying the fact either that a woman's body had a woman's sexual drives! But Yvette murmured endearments into the blonde hair which was nestled to her rising and falling breasts, stroking Phil's daughter's quivering back, rubbing Kathy's naked, satiny skin, feeling the tiny circumference of her waist, admiring the blonde pubic hair and young vaginal mound shamelessly exposed and open to the cuddlings of her father's girlfriend!
Naked they were. Naked to their emotions and souls as they were to their bodies, and both knew that the world was a little less terrifying, a little closer to being acceptable in spite of the Reverend Midener and his evil-tinted glasses! With a soft, moaning hiss, Kathy slightly crouched a bit more, spreading her shapely slim legs on the bed. Yvette couldn't help but clearly view the curvaceous teenager's enticing pink cuntal lips peeking through her lovely silken curls of light pubic hair, her white, soft, inner thighs a startling contrast to the swollen coral hue of her trembling, wet, cuntal crevice. Yvette took a deep breath, an inexplicable sensation tingling in her belly as if she was aroused by the lewd sight of the child's still virginal pussy, and she couldn't understand it, anymore than she could understand much of anything else that had happened that day, at least in a way that she could explain. She shook her head, trying to sweep away the dizzying influence of the scotch, end the unwanted stimulations which were rising in her sensually aroused loins.
"Oh, love me, Yvette," Kathy repeated in a muffled voice, her head still pressed to the one swelling warm breast. "Oooohhh," and then she spasmed, all the images of the day relighting the insane fires of her physical being. She began to tenderly tongue the woman's hot, pliant breast, kissing the soft, satiny flesh, light-headedly seeking the turgid little nipple which had once sustained her.
"Kathy, what...?" Yvette shrugged from the contact of the child's warm wet mouth to her erogenously sensitive skin, unable to break away as she should, wanting only to clutch the child closer and feel the lithe young teenager gasp and then close her lust moistened lips over the erect palpitating nipple, Kathy sucked, sucked voraciously as a lover might, nipping the hardened bud with her tiny, white teeth and then running the tip of her hot, moist, pink tongue over its now throbbingly rigid peak. "Mmmmmm," she passionately crooned. "Oh, Yvette, Yvette, I love you...."Her young body convulsed from the honeyed taste of the delicious resilient mound between her ovaled lips, and she sucked hungrily, lost in the reverie and warmth of the lusciously trembling white breast upon which she was feasting so delightedly. The various couplings she had seen still bellowed lusting fire through her system, her goaded young flesh yet unsatisfied from the ever-increasing build-up of the day's sensual events. The love she felt for the woman she expected to have as a mother ran rampant. No bounds appeared, no restraints, nothing but total and complete surrender!
Yvette rolled her head from side to side, her liquor-dazed mind a whirlwind of mounting passion. In a futile gesture, she forced Kathy's face up, her tingling nipple breaking from the suction of her sucking lips with a soft, wet sound. She cradled the child's head between quivering hands and said in an oddly moaning voice, "I ... I get excited when you do that and we can't ... we can't do anything!" Her breath was ragged and gasping, while her whole being trembled with the ache of love, and yet not to love so utterly was to forget that they were women, perhaps Phil's future wife and his daughter! She stared with blinking eyes into her companion's blue ones, seeing the gleaming spark of passionate love and devotion there, and her warmly incited belly rippled sensuously with unwanted desires. "No ... we can't," she whispered, trying to convince her own alcohol blurred mind as much as Kathy's.
Kathy licked her moist, red-rimmed lips, hungry for more. "Why?" she asked simply, pain glistening in her wide eyes.
All Yvette could think of now was how she had regretted slapping the little hand in the tub.
Oh, God, she didn't want to hurt Kathy! Whatever the child's needs were....
"We're both alike, Yvette," Kathy was continuing, firm in this opinion. "I know if I love you, you must love me!"
"But we're...." Yvette choked, for Kathy was already slipping out of her grasp and moving closer.
A tortured moan erupted from Yvette, but she couldn't stop herself from responding. Her desire-moistened lips found Kathy's with an agile, soft, knowing possession, and her warm, wet tongue fluttered with forbidden hesitancy into her receptively waiting mouth.
Kathy, in spite of her Sunday school and her former ignorance, was in a fiery torment of unfulfillment. She ardently trembled all over with the abnormal taboo of the situation, and she sucked at Yvette's invading sweet tongue, kissing back hard, a lover's kiss, a kiss she would normally have given to ... to one of the twins! She reached upward to touch and caress the quivering, full breast she had unwantingly left with her eager mouth, feeling the warm wetness her saliva had given its erect, straining nipple, and her tender, slim fingers caught the trembling bud to roll and squeeze in a delicately understanding way that only a woman could know. Yvette gasped momentarily, closing her eyes, as the new passion-inciting sensation coursed through her.
"Oh ... oh, no, darling," she mewled. But she voided her own denials by once more unrestrainably kissing her lovely stepdaughter-to-be, only stronger, erotically aroused with fervency and a glowing physical aching which burned deep in her impetuously excited loins. She lay frozen against the soft, smaller feminine body pressing hotly, undulating against hers, a dry and strangling choke in her throat as she slavered with her urgent tongue, feeling Kathy's sharp teeth and velvety inner cheeks. The child's small, soft hand gently stroked her palpitating, naked breasts, pausing to taunt her stretched, prickling nipple again, then she began trailing her trembling fingers lightly down over the older woman's sensuously naked curves, shifting her position on the bed until they were lying facing each other.
In overwhelming perplexity, Yvette stared wide-eyed in the waning light at the heavily breathing form of Phil's nakedly squirming daughter whose intimate touches were both exciting and revolting her in equally stupefying proportions, the combined effect of the two emotions leaving her barren of any power to act. "Ooooooh, Kathy, oooooh!" she whispered, the girl's supple, slightly lean hips quivering hotly as they pressed with intensely spurred desire against her own nakedness.
"Shhhhh, Yvette," Kathy passionately sighed. "Just relax and love me." She brought her other warm slender hand up and affectionately touched Yvette's cheek. The woman lay breathlessly still while the delicately loving fingers ran down to her tremulous lips and moved gently along them in a knowing sensitively feminine caress, and then over her small chin to the long, smooth neck. The grown woman gasped and shivered fervidly beneath the spider-like tracing fingertips.
"You're so pretty, Yvette," Kathy sighed. "I've always admired you, especially when I've seen you naked like today," she admitted, "I certainly can see why Daddy's in love with you. Have ... have you been fucked by many men, Yvette?"
Yvette was jolted by the lewd question with its shocking, forbidden word and meaning. At first she didn't know how to answer or if she should answer at all. But what did she have to be ashamed of? Besides, Kathy had seen everything that day. "I ... I've only had my ... my former husband, your father and ... and ... you know." She groaned with the obscene omission, which only seemed to steep her sensuously infused body in further entrancing passion.
"I haven't had any cocks in me, yet," Kathy admitted as though she were talking about arithmetic assignments. But then her voice slurred thickly. "I haven't yet, but I will, oh God, I will!" She took her hand, the one which had been lightly touching the older woman's face and brought it down between her own parted, quivering wet, thighs. A roaring tide of lust-provoked arousal swept blindingly over the lovely young teenager. She dug her unsatiated firmly sinewed hips into the soft bed and before Yvette could stop her, she obliviously began to lewdly stroke her hand up and down her light, hair-fringed, vaginal crevice between her white, satin-soft inner thighs. "Yes...." she dazedly moaned in a coarse voice as her urgent fingers luridly parted her coral-tinged pussy lips and once more slid inside the warm velvety depths of her hot vibrant cunt. "Yes, down there, down in my cunt ... oooooohhhh, I can feel a cock pumping inside me already. Oh, God!"
Yvette sucked in her breath in stunned shock, her eyes bulging as she saw her semi-naked daughter-to-be jerk her sparse, hair-covered young loins upward to expose more of her moistened pink vaginal mouth, her slim eager fingers worming in and out of the small wet mouth with a regular beating rhythm. She stared, both repelled and enamoured for some inexplicable reason, unable to tear herself from the wildly licentious display. "Oh, my God, Kathy!" she groaned, reaching her hand down in an effort to still the salaciously flying fingers, but Kathy kept on as if demon-propelled, and her father's girlfriend felt her own trembling hand being drawn across the soft, blonde pubic curls and the wet, pulsating flesh, causing her own intensely excited cunt to tingle with lascivious arousal.
"Oooooohhh, it's so wonderful, Yvette. Please don't stop! Keep on, keep on!" Kathy pulled her little hand free then, pressing herself a bit closer to her lover, lewdly angling her lower body in such a way that her flushed wet loins and quivering white buttocks were arched and splayed so that Yvette could have full access to her seething, moist pussy, undulating her youthful fire-filled hips with abandonment, her tingling cunt secreting its hot passion-juices to wash over Yvette's hand. The twins' mother tried to stop the forbidden lewd act but she couldn't. It was as though she had been bewitched, and she began automatically and pervertedly to stroke Kathy's tender pussy, running her finger lightly through the virginal valley of raw pink flesh as the girl shuddered and gasped for air. With her legs spread and buttocks raised from the bed, Yvette could even see the child's puckered, tiny hairless rosette that was her anal opening and reflexively moaned from the provocative revelation. This was depraved, morally wrong and sick! But she was growing more exited by the second, more sensuously excited by Phil's daughter's acts and curvaceous young body. Perhaps because it was Phil's daughter....
Then Yvette was unable to comprehend what was taking place. Again, Kathy's hand moved to the older woman's throbbing breast and her face nestled against her other titillated, pointed mound, her tender, child-like lips closing over the hardened nipple with ever-increasing intensity. Yvette sensed her breasts grow painfully rigid, and she uncontrollably gave in, letting her incensed crazed body follow up, rubbing hard against the curvaceous teenager's supple hot flesh with her own flaming loins and lewdly racing hand. Kathy's thighs parted still more and she rolled over so that her smoothly shaped legs were tightly entwined about Yvette's, the soft down of her pubic hair brushing warmly, while Yvette continued to knowingly rub her fingers up and down the velvet-like, moistly warm crevice of her young virginal lover's sensuously incited pussy. Then Kathy's own hands were off Yvette's breasts and were coursing over her full, rounded buttocks, pulling them licentiously apart to stroke the sensitive little anus so delicately with her tiny caressing finger. The mother trembled and moaned from the lewd and unknown desires seething in her passion-rekindled loins, for Kathy was moving her probing, exploring fingers around to her cunt with taunting feather-like strokes, and Yvette was unable to restrain from arching her tremulous buttocks and let one long leg slowly rise and bend in response. "Kathy, we have to stop!" But her plea died in a strangled mixture of sensual sob and sigh, her flesh pulsing with incited lust as her perverted fingers responded with still more fevered motions, sliding in and out of Kathy's moistened, tight vagina, massaging her tiny, erect clitoris with avid thumb and forefinger.
Her hand now whipping madly in the older woman's hot lubricated flowering cunt, Kathy cast all thoughts of right and wrong away, and she let her tongue trail between Yvette's upthrust, firm breasts, nibbling with her sharp teeth at the diamond-chip nipples and soft satiny skin. The mother quivered ungovernably as goose bumps raced over her smooth skin from the unexpected erotic delights, and she tried once more to protest in feeble words, but she seemed unable to voice anything except a long, moaning sigh. Then the teenager's hot liquid tongue was sliding down over her trembling belly, and Kathy ground her lips and mouth for a moment to the woman's navel, raising soft mewls and gasps from the naked victim's opened gasping mouth. Again, Yvette sought to stop her, but it was as if she had been paralyzed, for as Kathy moved lower, maddening patterns of indecent, fantastically intoxicating sensations trailed after her gently nipping teeth, and the silver-haired beauty felt her quivering, full white thighs opening still wider to the delicious onslaught of fingers which were so lovingly thrusting in and out of her hot clasping pussy.
As her lovely teenage lover began to shower hot moistened kisses on her quivering soft thighs and then higher on the flushed, puffy mound of her sensitively swollen genital flesh and pouting wet, hair-lined lips between them, Yvette's gasping breath caught in her throat and constricted there momentarily. She inched her trembling long legs even wider apart as if hands were lewdly forcing them, allowing the girl to reach the soft, fuzz-rimmed outer lips of her desire-inflamed pussy. A great shudder of never-before, pleasurably obscene sensations coursed through her as Kathy's tiny, hot tongue found her ragingly quivering clitoris and gently sucked it up into her warm, wet mouth. Simultaneously, a wave of revulsion ran through the woman as she realized the enormity of their forbidden perversion ... woman with woman! But the intense sensual stimulation, the knowledge of their common love for Phil and "their need to reach other, their need for each other, heightened by a little too much scotch, was too overwhelming for Yvette's feeble opposing forces.
Kathy extended more of her tiny, wet, pink tongue, teasing the folds of Yvette's wildly sensual, hot crevice and then sucked delightedly at the quivering, liquid warm flesh as Yvette arched off the bed in an involuntary action, rotating her soft, nakedly rounded body upward toward her lover's hungrily grazing mouth. The teenaged child found that instead of wondering doubts, she was experiencing a triumph of erotic discovery from the thrill of the wetly exciting mouth-genital contact. Remembering what she had overheard in school, about the girls who practiced the act and openly bragged about it, she lashed out in a torrent of craving want, invading with completely felt freedom, forgetting where she was or who she was, only that she was drinking ambrosia and smelling sweet musk from the dilated, hot, wet pussy of her father's girl.
Yvette raised her head to watch in lewd captivation as Kathy nestled her lovely sucking face into the hollow between her open thighs. She sensed the girl's soft passionate kisses on her fervid skin, on the tender intimate creases, the hot expulsions of her breaths. Mostly, she felt the tiny magic tongue licking her wetly inflamed cleft, simply licking in long morally destroying strokes from the top of her cuntal crevice to the bottom, not entering but bringing her to a writhing, lifting of her loins with each slow up-lick of teasing girlish tongue on sensitive labia. Her tiny clitoris hardened even more as it peeked out further to enjoy a taunting tickle from Kathy's loving lips. Yvette passionately hissed and rolled her dazed head slowly back and forth on the pillow as Kathy reached up with both small hands to enticingly play with her now throbbing, straining breasts, while the child's impish, hot tongue became still hungrier, licking everywhere in her wildly throbbing pussy, thrashing like liquid fire in the combination of saliva and cuntal secretions. Her belly rippled and her loins spasmed wantonly, pressing with vibrantly salacious tension to bring that wonderful tongue tighter into the quivering center of her being!
Never breaking the fervent, lapping contact with her eager young mouth, tongue, and lips, Kathy moved around on the bed again, gasping air in short surges. Even her nose was buried, immersed in the licentious depravity of her starved lovemaking in her soon-to-be-mother's wet, steaming cunt. Now she was stretched out alongside Yvette, her shapely, trembling legs splayed wide, invitingly before Yvette's lust-filled eyes. The silver-haired mother gazed half-mesmerized at the proffered enticing triangle of juvenile, moistened pubic hair undulating a few inches from her desire-slackened mouth, enshadowing the swollen, blood-filled vaginal lips of the teenager. It seemed to her that the erotically lewd sight was sublime and beautiful. She once more brushed her own eager fingers over Kathy's moistened, flushed cuntal area, and this made the young girl tremble, more little droplets of gem-like secretion appearing along the intensely flowered lips of her quivering, teenaged cuntal crevice. The intimate flesh felt softer and hotter to Yvette, and she quaked with the impassioned desire to kiss it. But she couldn't. She couldn't!
But to her shocked amazement, she found herself covetously clutching at the beautiful child's naked white buttocks and drawing her head closer to the tender well of her little lover's pent-up passions, her face tangling in the blond wisps of pubic curls with anxious desire. All her flimsy resistance melted in lust and love. Her lush, moistened lips and tongue burrowed into the soft flaccid folds of the virginal pussy, licking molten swaths all the way from the child's tiny, puckered anus to her seethingly lubricated cuntal hole and then up, up to her tiny, quivering clitoris. She swept back and forth through the hot velvety flesh, flicking her eagerly laving tongue several times against the palpitating erect, tiny clitoris, then toward the round, viscous-covered opening of Kathy's snug, hymen-guarded vagina, plunging in far enough to feel her intact maidenhead and the rippled walls of heated virginal flesh which nibbled and milked voraciously at her tongue. Then she withdrew to taunt her urethra before traveling up the satin-smooth vale between her lush white buttocks, returning to the tiny crinkled mouth of Kathy's pulsating rectum with excited wantonness. "Ooooooh! It's so wonderful! Faster, Yvette, faster!"
Fitting her wide-spread loins down over the older woman's plundering mouth and lips by raising her own hips, Kathy pressed her incited glistening pussy against the wildly flaying tongue with inhuman demand. As she did so, she furiously lashed back in the woman's delicious-tasting cunt, her own yet-unsatiated passions mounting and mounting, her bill-like fingers plucking as might a bird at the strainingly expanded little nipples until finally she took one hand away and salaciously sought, then penetrated her father's girlfriend's tight nether ring, the dimpled hole of her anus, venturing tenderly into the warm, soft, fleshy passage. Immediately she commenced a stimulating sawing motion in and out in the manner of a small, slender penis that sent a wild trembling through her gasping companion. All of Yvette's untapped, unrestrained fury was loosed upon the child's delicious nectared cunt then, and she choked and gasped as she strove to bring Kathy to the same orgasm that she was nearing!
This time the shadow in the open doorway was somewhat larger, for instead of the child witnessing the adults, this time it was Phi!
Hoffman who stood there. He had stopped for a beer and had two so that he was in a fine, mellow mood when he entered the house. But one incredulous glimpse into the bedroom destroyed his smiling mood and paralyzed his face temporarily into an expression of shock. He stopped short, the air bursting from his lungs, his body weaving from shock at the pure degeneracy of the carnally impossible scene. In unblinking awe, mumbling incoherently under his fevered breath, Phil was engrossed to the point of stupor by what he saw obscenely depicted on the heaving bed. It couldn't ... it just couldn't be his daughter! And Yvette? Christ almighty! They were insanely wrapped in a lover's embrace! In a lesbian coupling! Sucking each other's cunts, of all the damned idiotic things!
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CHAPTER SIX
In spite of a long habit of waiting until he cooled off before speaking or acting in an intense situation, Phil Hoffman had no idea how to control himself before this. He stared incredulously at the sight of Yvette's salaciously bobbing head almost completely engulfed by his own daughter's blonde silken pubic fleece and undulating hips! The woman's lascivious tongue was swirling into the young, moist pink cunt like a ravaging flame of fire, licking at the edges of her firm vaginal slit, nipping them, teasing them, sliding her wide-open lips from erect pink clitoris to tenderly clenching anus. And his beloved Kathy ... her eyes glazed with an ecstatic film of youthful lust ... sent a shiver through both Hoffman's and Yvette's bodies as the teenager's distorted face gyrated against the greedily hungry wet passage he'd enjoyed fucking that very morning! Phil's head threatened to burst from the mind-shattering salacity, from the lewd noises of mewlings and moanings the two females were luridly expelling in their prurient bliss. He groaned, his mind irrational and a shambles as he continued to stare at the impossible nightmare. Just what had his daughter been doing when he thought she was in Sunday School? She certainly didn't resemble any greenhorn! He'd never imagined such incestuous, rampant abuses actually happening, and now he realized that all of Yvette's puritanical behavior was so much shit, that her avoiding his kissing her vagina was very likely because he was the wrong gentler! It was all too obvious that she was a wild and insatiable lover when it came to another woman! And how did his daughter get into this? His eyes frosted with tears of hurt and outrage!
The damn bitches! Damn them all to hell! He'd punish them! He had to strike out and soothe his own misery and mortification! He'd fix them! He'd fix them both, sure as hell! He stripped off his own clothes with lightening speed, intent on extracting his vengeance by fucking Yvette like the tramp she was. Kathy, he'd take care of later, if he could ever bring himself to speak to her again! Right now, his confused mind ablaze with irrationality, he ran naked across the room, his hardened, fully erect cock, incited easily by the obscene spectacle, leading the way. Boiling over with anger, Phil Hoffman clambered onto the bed. "Fuck!" he barked hysterically. "Look here, you lesbian bitches!" he shouted.
Yvette's and Kathy's performance came to a breath-gasping halt with his sudden violent presence. The older woman looked up and saw her lover kneeling over her, legs wide, his menacing cock like an iron cudgel thrusting out from his angry loins and a merciless leering grin she had never before seen on Phil, contorting his open mouth into a satanical twist. Her face was glistening wet from her labors, and her voice echoed the terror and humiliation which suddenly gripped her. "Phil!" she wailed.
"Yeah, it's Phil, you slut!" He began to laugh again in a raucous and contemptuous way. "And I'm going to fuck you, Yvette, like you've never been fucked before in your entire life, do you hear me? You're going to get it like you deserve, slut!"
Yvette's heart felt as though it would burst with anguish, seeing Phil like this, being with his daughter like this, naked and shamelessly groveling on the bed, yet all explainable, or she had thought it was ... somehow. "Oh, Phil! Phil! I ... I love you so much." It was all she could think of to say.
Phil stared at her. He couldn't believe his ears! How did she dare? "Who in hell are you to talk about love!" he roared.
Kathy had been so frightened, she had frozen into the warmth and wetness of Yvette's pacifying cunt. Now she could not be still. She had never seen her father angry like this, and it terrified her, but she could not let Yvette take the blame. "Daddy, please! Yvette didn't want to! She did it for me!"
"For you? Damn!" He snapped his eyes onto his petrified daughter who was nonetheless braving his fury. "Damn!" he hissed again confusedly between his clenched teeth. He was beginning to feel exasperated with himself now that he did not hold himself in control. At this point, he didn't comprehend much of anything, but a delicious indifference to the morality of the situation began to creep over him. She loved him? Is that what she had said? He looked at Yvette, then at his naked daughter, and he suddenly realized that it didn't matter in the least if his Yvette was getting satisfaction from his daughter, as long as it wasn't another man! Oh how much better he was feeling as his anger ebbed away! He could even think again! It could be that Kathy had accomplished with Yvette exactly what he needed. If Yvette were in the hot, passionate throes of being an uninhibited woman, he wasn't going to object! And didn't she say she was in love with him? Had he heard right? He felt his penis throbbing and his balls suddenly aching with a new intensity, causing small drops of seminal emission to ooze anticipatorily from his pulsing cock-head, wetting his long, hard foreskin covered shaft. "I want to fuck you, Yvette. I want to fuck you right now, but ... but because I ... I love you, not because I'm angry!"
"Oooooohhhhh, Phil...." panted Yvette.
"No, Daddy!" Kathy cried out. "Fuck me, Daddy! Please!" she gasped, begging. "Please? You love me too, don't you? Oh, please love me, Daddy! I ... I always wanted you to...." She squirmed around so that she was on her hands and knees, her beautifully slim young buttocks spread invitingly and lasciviously before him, the wetness of Yvette's saliva and her own secretions making her satin-soft inner thighs and slightly opened pink cunt lips gleam with excitement.
"But you're a ... a...." Yvette started to say.
"Oh, Daddy, please! I'm so hot for a man, and I'm never going to be without one again, but the fir...." Kathy started to admit that he was the first one and then a second sense warned her that if he thought she was a virgin, it would probably deter him.
Phil groaned. His head felt like a spinning top! If there was one thing he could hope for Kathy, it was that she know how to love. Maybe ... maybe more than anything else, it would help her find the right man. Maybe she wouldn't settle for less love than his. Maybe he was just rationalizing too. Maybe he was looking for excuses for what he had secretly wanted for so long. Yvette seemed to be waiting very objectively for his decision. In fact, she was even smiling the way ... the way she might smile if Kathy wanted a lollipop against his will. She was smiling as if to say, "What are you going to do?" She knew he wanted to give in and it didn't seem to be a terrible thing to her at all! Without objections from anywhere, he was pure putty. He slid on his knees over behind his lovely daughter and fingered the generating heat of her wet, pink cunt that Yvette had so joyously moistened with her love-hungry tongue and mouth. His throbbing cock made jolting electric-like contact with the young silken pubic curls covering her slim folding of glistening vaginal flesh, adding to the delicious feel of his rubbing fingers suddenly taunting her quiveringly erect tiny clitoris and tight cuntal hole, causing her to undulate passionately in tiny circles with her hips and trembling buttocks raised licentiously in the air, moaning feverishly in anticipation.
All she could think of was that her father had given Yvette his cock and now finally he was giving it to her! Like Yvette, she was receiving his love! Kathy was beside herself with smoldering youthful desire which her mother-tobe's loving tongue and her own physical unfulfillment had effected. The inner mounting of tension from all the provocative build-up she'd seen and been part of that day made her whimper as devilish tingles of unhidden lust rippled over her still virginal flesh. She squirmed back against Phil in unknowing, eager passion as he inserted his finger farther up inside her hotly sensitive young pussy, within the small membraneous mouth of her tautened hymen, thrusting into her tensely seething wet channel while making simultaneous contact with her tiny palpitating clitoris.
The salacious view of Phil's huge hardened cock poised at the mouth of his daughter's tight, virginal little cunt, and the still developing white beauty of Kathy's resiliently trembling buttocks, raised and readily waiting, plus the pink crevice parting them, made Yvette quiver with an unexpected gasp of lustful captivation. The fleshy rigid tip of Phil's penis-head sliding up and down through the velvety moist crevice of Kathy's pussy now, the underside of his wide hard shaft wet and glistening was hypnotically fascinating as always for her. Her mouth dropped open while she watched his daughter work her sweet buttocks tightly around his penis, her toes straining against the bed for proper leverage as she pushed her tight, soft-haired young cunt slowly but bravely back toward his throbbing, thick cock. Finally, Phil leaned forward and spread Kathy's anxiously quivering young buttocks lustfully as he guided his thick, trembling cock forward, its rubbery pulsing head parting the flushed, softly hair-fringed lips of her tender, girlish vagina, making her groan when she experienced the first hard pressure against the tight, elastic opening of her unstretched young cunt. He was pushing less than gently. The euphoric state he was in did not allow him to notice the hymen. He expected difficulty. She had never known a cock the size of his. The twins were only kids!
"Uuuuggghhhhh!" she grunted out as the fiery, wet tip wormed in, harshly widening her moistly resilient passage until she felt as if her expanded soft thighs were splitting apart from the unexpected but bearable strain. "Uuuugh, uuuugggghhhhh!"
"You're hurting her," Yvette could not resist warning.
Then Phil Hoffman, goaded almost to the point of ferocious frenzy by her crying desire, drove his huge lust-inflated cock heavily into the once undefiled, child-like cunt of his own daughter, spearing her wet, desire-inflamed channel without the tenderness or regard he meant to give her, ripping away her taut little hymen as if it were nothing but a cobweb that fell unnoticed. His plunging rod of hotly poling flesh slid up into her tightly resistant vaginal tunnel with a plowing fury, pushing the soft, moistened pink walls of her conquered pussy in rippling waves before it. There was no stopping him, until with a wet resounding slap of his sperm-bloated balls against the underside of her upraised cuntal crevice, he buried his shaft of lust-hardened cock-flesh deep, deep within her young quaking belly. He lay unmoving for a moment, his chiseled face contorting licentiously with the sheer, raw pleasure of her tight virgin hole, clasping hotly around his thickly pulsating cock like a warm, honey-dipped fist. And at the obscenely debauched sight of her helpless and naked white body bent lewdly before him, the entire throbbing length of rigidly aching penis entered and enclosed in the wet velvety sheath of her excitedly cock-stuffed young cunt.
Kathy felt a white-hot agony like an explosion searing her virginal loins and shocked, cringing belly, while her soft, sensitive flesh was suddenly one mass of living fire from her father's unexpectedly brutal onslaught. She was momentarily stunned insensate, unable to stir from the intense pressure of paralyzing pain, and there was silence then, save for the moanings which came bubbling from her own mouth and the harsh ragged breathing from Yvette, who was watching with anxious wonderment. Then Phil flexed his huge virile cock inside her, and the tormentedly stretched length and breadth of her completely impaled vaginal passage jerked with a knife-like torture. With great exertion, however, she controlled any more temptations to moan or groan. She could sense that her father was in a whole other world than this one.
And that was true. Phil Hoffman was for a moment back with Kathy's dead mother. He was doing it the way he had long wished he had done it with her. Perhaps if he had been harsher and surer of himself, she would have loved it more. God, how much of our youth we waste on uncertainties and ineptness! Now it felt as though he were making up for all that wasted time in some crazy irrational way! He started a slow rocking motion between Kathy's trembling and weakened thighs, and she spread her legs further apart in an effort to relieve some of the unbelievable pressuring agony, experimentally flexing and unflexing her inner cuntal muscles as his long, thickly hardened cock continued to fully pack the tight wet hole he had furiously opened up between her widespread legs. She gently wriggled and contorted her hips, determinedly, wondering through the haze of genital pain how her mother had ever stood her father's rupturing her hymen that first time, but as Phil started to fuck into her slowly with his long burgeoning penis, in and out of her tightly clinging little passage, little by little the original breathtaking pain subsided and in its place came miraculous flames of rising desire. Almost immediately a coating of warm perspiration bathed Kathy's naked flesh and her body began to twist and writhe without her conscious control, bucking back against his thrusting hard loins, as if demanding more of his pleasure-awakening, thick penis, more and longer strokes. Phil complied feverishly, moving above her and cupping each ovaled, white buttock with his strong gripping hands as he drew his lengthy cock nearly out of the teenager's suddenly eagerly clasping pussy on the backstroke and then plunged forward again into her uplifting buttocks sliding hotly up her ever-widening cunt channel until his balls slapped harshly against her naked pink genital flesh as he filled her with harder, buttock-battering strokes. She closed her eyes, her tongue slavering around her lush lips and low hums of velvety bliss emitted from her hot throat as fervently she began to understand the magic of fucking. There was no longer the slightest thought of pain or resistance, and she surrendered her soul and mind to the delicious sensations of bending slavishly in front of her future mother and before her father to let the wonderful man fuck her as he willed.
Her once tender, girlish vagina gaped wider now, in greedily inflamed response, swallowing the whole of Hoffman's lust-hardened cock that he was furiously pumping into her very seething core, and he quickened his jolting thrusts, making them hot, pulsating and deep, the jarring penetrations causing her to thrash and open the sensuously steaming plane of her heat-moistened loins still more to the pistoning surges of his huge, throbbing cock. This was it! Oh, God! It was so good! She turned her jolting head slightly, smiling at her naked mother-to-be and exchanged glances, split-second glances which told them both that they were forever just alike now! And the handsome Phil Hoffman saw that exchanged look and smiled to them both for it seemed at this moment that all of his problems were solved for all time and the whole world was just the way he wanted it to be!
Yvette relished the salacious thought. A tingling heat raged in her own wetly pulsating pussy as she watched Phil's only child being beautifully and thoroughly fucked for the first time in her life by her own father. She moved so that she could put her trembling hand across the saturated mound of her own throbbing, moist cunt and shamelessly she began to finger fuck the quivering pink cleft and tiny clitoris in time to the drubbings which Kathy was ravenously accepting from her father's mercilessly pounding cock. Yvette churned her voluptuously curved hips, flitting her fingers like summer lightning over her vaginal flesh, and then she leaned forward uncontrollably and nuzzled her tongue-moistened lips onto Kathy's hotly opened mouth. In response, Kathy lowered her head down to the widely exposed flesh of Yvette's near hair-hidden cuntal opening and once more began to ardently suck at the puffy hair-lined lips which were thrusting up to meet her mouth. Simultaneously, as she sucked, Kathy rode the superbly expanding penis of Phil Hoffman, her breasts dancing and quivering like jelly under her, and faster and faster she licked her father's girlfriend's tiny palpitating clitoris and moistened velvety pussy, her quaking buttocks writhing in maddening salaciousness, while Yvette excitedly watched the loving teenager being buffeted by her father's immense, swollen hardness. It spurred her own passions on wildly, her sensuously burning flesh fired with lust which she'd never dreamed possible. They were certainly a family, a truly loving family, and nothing could ever split any of them apart. That much was now clear.
Suddenly Yvette felt the pressure of another gentle hand, which, becoming bolder, elatedly rolled the curvaceous woman over onto her stomach. It was Neil ordering her up to her knees, in the same lewd position Kathy was in. Yvette responded in smiling subservience, pressing her desire-quivering hips and yearning loins backward at him, her lush, moistened mouth gaping wantonly open, her alcohol-glazed eyes hungry coals of lust in her quest for satisfaction. She groaned and squirmed almost frantically, the pink, liquid flesh of her cunt wet and hot from the loving girl's saliva and her own sensually spilling secretions, all tantalizingly displayed before the young boy as she capitulated her anxieties and doubts in one roaring tumult of erotic frenzy. Neil knead in close behind between her open thighs.
The twin gaped at his mother's glistening inner-cunt lips throbbing with flushed, tremulous passion, then he groaned at the sight of the quivering white mounds of her full, rounded buttocks, groaned as they were offered up to him, while her pink, slightly parted, hair-rimmed pussy throbbed visibly back at him in sensuous anticipation of the fuck it knew it was to receive. The weight-lifting fourteen year old moved forward awkwardly, his swaying balls heavy with their lust-filled sperm, and he pried his mother's resilient satin-soft buttocks wider with his fingers and thumbs until she was nakedly unprotected and defenseless, completely exposed before his blood-thickened cock. Nearly mesmerized, Neil lowered the pulsing shaft of hardness until its unseeing eye was fixed on her tiny, puckered anal opening, the recessed pinkish little hole shimmering beneath its viscid coating that had seeped down earlier from her vagina, and he gave no thought to preparing her further, delighting lasciviously on the overwhelming anticipation of its tightness as he stretched the sphincter ring lewdly with a probing finger. Anyway, Harry told him that sodomistic pleasures were better derived unannounced, he thought, and grinned lustfully to himself. He knew he wasn't big enough to do any harm, anyway.
Without further warning, the strong boy flicked his strong hips forward, worming his swollen, rubbery cock-tip into the violently resisting little anal opening, causing Yvette to wince in surprised shock as she felt the tiny mouth of her rectum being forced open, its tight elastic lips fighting to refuse the harsh pressure, while the unexpected pain nearly shattered her mind, making her gasp out a high-pitched squeal of agony. "No, Neil, no! Not there! Put it in my cunt! Fuck me like a ... a man!"
But Neil had been told to expect opposition at first, and he reveled in the intoxicating bliss of finally getting to carry out this dream. He had had a good belt of scotch with Joe in the clubhouse after they had hung the nude pictures back on the walls and now the alcohol fired him as he pressured forward again, inching the entire head of his excitedly pulsating cock into her obscenely expanded hole. More and more he savored with licentious relish the clenching grip of the soft, rubbery channel as it closed over his pressing thick cock like a custom-made glove of seething flesh. His mother tried to pull away but her attempts were futile. She was so impaled on his thick cock that with his clutching hands on her quivering buttocks, she could do little more than vainly wriggle. Neil grinned down excitedly at his throbbing penis slipping slowly but certainly, inch by torturous inch, into her tightly resisting little asshole, knowing that it probably hurt somewhat, but then, it was supposed to at first! He almost laughed aloud in his salacious pleasure as his thick, hard cock moved forward, inescapably into her.
Yvette felt him thrust his sinewy thighs and hips until she could barely think through the wall of obscenely agonizing torment he was causing her! She began to push back, hoping that this would lessen the agony, and she opened her thighs, stretching her rounded, white buttocks to his inhuman young cock until she thought she would die! Dear God! How could her own son do this to her? The blunt mushroomed head of his penis was burrowing into her virginal spongy-fleshed rectum, sending wave after wave of pain through her! All sense of normal reason left her and when he flexed again, she flailed out her legs awkwardly on either side of him in her face-down position, making a wild attempt to gain some kind of relief, until blindly, she rocked backward and impaled herself fully upon his throbbing loins and thickly hardened young cock, her long white legs bolting high in the air before her, widely stretched, as she howled with the full impact of the salacious impalement up into her inhumanly expanded rectum. She spasmodically jerked as she masochistically pressed back and down onto his pulsating, sodomizing cock, her brain reeling with the absolute salacity of her performance, forcing her son to lean back on the bed behind him for support, and for one brief instant, they both became immobile.
Then, crooning with delight, the lust-charged child flicked his strong hips upward and began to fuck slowly, rhythmically, and mercilessly into her obscenely stretched nether hole. At first the pressure was nearly unbearable, even to him, with her ovaled white buttocks almost sitting back on his loins, his hard impaling cock the only support for the panting obsessed mother, but it soon adjusted into an erotically tight and warm fleshy sleeve which threatened to draw the sperm out of his churning balls with the forcible suction of a whirlpool. He thrust upward again and again, listening to her wail out, and his long, aching cock tingled with fire, his cum beginning to boil in his raging balls. Christ, he wanted to feel his torrent of semen surge into her beautiful white, once virginal ass in the ultimate subjugation of his voluptuous mother!
Yvette sensed her saturated wetness between her nakedly opened buttocks and that the pain was becoming weirdly enjoyable with every new thrust of her son's hard cock into her responsively absorbing rectum. She found that she was now pleasurably squirming downward with lustful back-thrusts of her own, heaving and undulating her body, moving her thighs in tiny lascivious circles, unable to halt the maddening excitement which was beginning to reach her through her torment. A violent shudder of passion rippled through her wet loins and quivering belly as she fully realized that she was being horrendously sodomized by her own son and that she was obscenely enjoying it! She placed her stretched forward legs on either side of the gasping Kathy's still pumping body, which was facing her, and started to move up and down licentiously over Neil's hardened penis in compatible time to his thrusts, mumbling unintelligibly, dizzyingly numbed by her increasing growth of animal lust and desire. She couldn't feel any more of her initial pain, only the saturating wetness and Neil's magnificent cock pummeling her now passionately tingling rectum and smoothly widening anus. She leaned back still more against the boy's broad chest, heaving harder and turning into a crazed woman of insane feral abandonment, her teeth bared, her full white breasts jiggling like supple mounds of resilient putty.
Kathy was watching and moaning in concert with Yvette as her whole young vibrantly naked body surged back to meet her father's cramming, rock-hard penis still emphatically soaring into her delightedly tight, wet pussy. Her desire-incited eyes were a few scant inches from where the boy's hardened cock was lewdly expanding his mother's quivering white buttocks and driving rapaciously into her smoothly stretched anus. She could see every lurid, exciting detail, every rigid line of the moist, long cock, glistening wet with secretions, drawing out the ragged pink edges of his mother's sphincter ring on the outstroke, then disappearing inside again as he flexed upward. She was totally absorbed by the obscene spectacle of Neil screwing his curvaceous, naked mother from behind and beneath, and the mother lustfully riding his devil-cock in masochistic joy.
Suddenly Phil's blonde little daughter uncontrollably leaned forward and nuzzled her lovely, passion-contorted face once more into the soft, sweet-smelling pussy beckoningly exposed before her, liquidly embracing the older woman's seething nectared cunt again with her lust-wet mouth, starting her tiny pink tongue from the tip of Neil's bloated testicles and taunting the half-inch of exposed white cock shaft not swallowed into Yvette's pulsating anus, then upwards, sucking the flaccid, velvety inner lips and wet, pink vaginal hole, finally tickling her tiny clitoris, wallowing lewdly in the pleasure of her wild, desire-maddened body as it soared for climax under the long, thick, pounding hard cock of her father behind her.
Joe Morris, who had been watching the unbelievable spectacle ever since he and Neil had come in, was further charged by the incredible salaciousness of Kathy's tonguing of his brother's balls and cock while she sucked his mother's cunt. Violent spasms of lust surged through his throbbing, alcohol-fired loins as he peered with wide, licentious eyes, and his unsatiated passion rose to new heights until he could barely breathe. "You ... you want a little more cock, Kathy?" he hissed in his ecstasy. "You want a little more inside you now?"
"Oooooohhhhh," the teenage girl mewled in piteous desire, for at that moment she was too delirious to know what she wanted beyond that unquenchable thirst for more ... more ... more!
"Raise your head, Kathy," Joe ordered, moving between her and his mother. "Raise your head and you can suck my cock." He placed both his hands behind her head and lifted it gently off his mother's pussy so that her face and mouth were poised directly in front of the palpitating, blood-filled head of his penis. He pushed forward slightly, his buttocks pressed back against the cushions of his mother's breasts behind him, until his thick, rubbery cock-tip was between Kathy's slightly parted, cunt-moistened lips. He groaned as he felt the soft, slick surface of her lips and satiny cheeks brush teasingly against the sensitive skin of his pulsing cock-head, and he waited for the sudden cry of protest and the fight he was sure she'd give him, but none came.
Instead, her head pressed forward of its own volition and the girl's lush lips dropped eagerly open. He watched with unbelieving libidinous eyes as the tight, round oval of moistened lips closed over his cock-shaft, clasping him smoothly in a close pressure of warm, elastic suction. She began to suck him with moist, nibbling .oral flesh and her tiny eager tongue licked and curled around his hard, throbbing cock as though she had done this a thousand times before, and all the hunger churning in her battered vagina was seethingly gusting through her body to her mouth. Joe groaned above her flailing head and strained to slide forward more of his thick cock, feeling his mounting excitement with pained intensity as she took as much of him as she could into her young, tender mouth, surrounding his hot, wet flesh with the warm moisture of her saliva and the velvety roughness of her lapping tongue. He pressed his hands on either side of her obscenely hollowing cheeks and jerked forward, wanting her to make him cum and swallow his sperm so that she would know later that he had bent this delicious snob completely to his will, that he had dominated her after her escape from him earlier.
He flexed his shallow buttocks lewdly around against his mother's full, jutting breasts, as though he was attempting to crush her soft, yielding mounds instead of Kathy's pride. He watched as his hard, young cock disappeared achingly into the girl's salaciously clasping mouth like it was another hungry cunt, as insatiable as the one being fucked by Phil Hoffman. He could feel all of himself, every raw nerve he possessed pulsating and throbbing between her hot, sucking lips and into the moist cavity and warmth of her saliva-filled, teenaged mouth, the pressure building in his churning testicles slapping against Kathy's chin as she worked, completely lost in her burning passion, and his cock seemed to inflate and lengthen beyond anything it had ever done before.
The raging desire deep inside Kathy's belly and inflamed loins was a rabid storm as she rolled her trembling, ovaled young buttocks back against her father in a wanton circular movement, constricting with her young sleek cunt muscles, clutching tightly at the hot, fleshy pole of hardness boring relentlessly into her. She wanted to exploit it to the limit, to saturate her conquered womb with his hot sticky sperm until it spluttered out of her glutted milking young cunt to dribble down her already thickly covered thighs. She wanted to grovel in it, and she sucked ravenously at the hard cock in her mouth, her cheeks lewdly concaving with Joe's every thrust. It was the first time she'd ever tasted cock, of course, and she explored it with her liquid tongue hungrily, swirling her tonguetip to taunt the rubbery blood-fattened head, hotly stabbing into the tiny orifice. She wanted it to shoot into her mouth, to swallow the boy's lewd hot cum and feel it pouring down her throat until her stomach was as filled as her lust-inflamed cunt. She wanted to drench her naked body inside and out and forever blot away what she had been and what she had considered so holy just a short time ago.
For long, unending moments the five naked lovers raged in their gasping, writhing orgy, each straining every fiber of their passion-driven beings toward their separate orgasms, the only sounds, groans and mewls and sighs of burning flesh-seared desire, and the wet slappings of nakedly perspiring body against body. It seemed as if it would go on forever, and then...."Aaaaaaaa!" Neil cried out in a squealing, inhuman voice. "Oh, Christ! I'm cumming ... cummmmmmiiiiinnnnngggg!" He suddenly stiffened with his huge wet cock pulled almost free of his mother's hungrily clasping anus, the puckered reddish skin pulled out around his thick bulbous cock-head, and then he levered one last time with a mighty brutal lunge, still yelling out his climax, and Yvette felt as if her son's hard cock was ramming all the way through her sensuously quivering belly and bowels and would come bursting up out of her throat and mouth like a squirting lance. Great, roaring tides of white sperm suddenly flowed seethingly into her forever-stretched rectum as he jerked convulsively, the hot, gushing fluid filling the madly undulating woman's soft, quaking belly, inundating her trembling asscheeks and setting off her own fierce orgasm.
Yvette's rounded white buttocks contracted uncontrollably over his driving hard penis as she was torn apart by the intense erotic bliss of her sodomy-incited climax. She screamed, thrusting her lovely ass down onto his jack-hammering, wildly spasming cock as it jerkingly ejaculated, while her stomach continued to quake and her long, white legs trembled, her brain spinning with the ecstatic dynamics of her sensual release. Then she saw Phil Hoffman's lean buttocks flex tightly together as he arched his back and gripped the throbbing ovaled ass-cheeks of his lustfully fucking-back young daughter. Yvette knew that this was his moment, the time when her lover would discharge his heavy load of seething cum, only this time it wasn't in her, it was in his lovely daughter, whom he was so beautifully fucking, and this realization only added to her blissfulness for some inexplicable reason.
Then, suddenly, Kathy got her wish! At the same moment her own mind-shattering climax commenced to crescendo, the heavy pulsating cock fucking her breathlessly from the rear bulged convulsively, spouting its fiery hot sperm up into her greedily milking, once virgin little cunt. Phil Hoffman's raging semen splashed violently against the inflamed velvety walls of her orgasmically clutching passage, drizzled back out of her, spilling from her saturated young cunt-lips against his smoothly thrusting loins. His heavy, churning testicles massaged her tiny erect clitoris, causing her to convulse spasmodically forward, submerging Joe's thick cock into her hungrily sucking mouth to the very hilt. It, too, burst forth with a sudden explosive violence, flooding her eager mouth and gullet with the delicious, pungently sweet male liquid in a manner she had not dreamed possible, her satin-soft young cheeks bloating obscenely as she swallowed the deluging gushes excitedly, clasping her ardent teenaged lips like a tightly fitted ring around Joe's wildly spurting cock so as not to lose one single drop of his life-giving sperm. It flowed lewdly from the corners of her mouth in any case, down over the dimple in her small doll-like chin and she darted out her pink tongue in a lashing snake-like motion to swipe the sticky string of viscous fluid back into her mouth as Joe's deflating penis pulled limply from her sperm-coated lips and he gaspingly collapsed over on the bed.
Kathy madly then skewered her hungrily grinding young buttocks back onto her father's furiously squirting cock in her throbbing fire-filled pussy until with a wail between gnashing teeth, she felt her own shuddering young body explode in a further burst of showering stars, wracking her entire being with an agonizing ecstasy that sent her brain whirling madly, and she felt herself falling forward to the cradling lap of her mother-to-be, her father's now flaccid penis slipping from her wet clasping pussy with a moistly sluicing sucking sound.
It was not until the last orgasm was finished and they all lay licentiously spread open in shameless abandonment, their soaked pubic hair and pink vaginal flesh and genitals glistening temptingly in the half-light of the afternoon that anyone became aware of the insistently ringing telephone.
Finally Phil Hoffman raised himself groggily from the bed, swung himself onto the floor and managed to find the interfering instrument. They all half listened in a peaceful state of dazed somnolence.
"Oh, Mom, I'm sorry I forgot to call. Well, I ... I uh ... got hung up, that's all. Yeah, she's all right!" The voice on the other end of the line must have talked for a while. A fly was buzzing around on the ceiling, its path followed by four pairs of half-interested eyes. "Oh, no, Mom," Phil was speaking again. "She just decided to ... to go to another Sunday School, that's all!"
