Although Americans appear to the rest of the world, as frank and open people, the truth is often the opposite when relating on a personal basis. This is particularly true regarding sexual matters.
The fact is, Americans are only now beginning to learn to discuss sex and sexuality with candor, and usually that is within the limits of marital sex.
While no one is advocating sex as the main topic of conversation, and while sexual privacy is very important, many adults harbor fears about themselves and their sexual behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of other people's behavior. Most of us have been brought up to be at least slightly ashamed of anything sexual, and it is frequently reassuring to discover that we are not different, naughty, or even perverted in our sexual practices. In discussing sex with others, people find out how truly normal they are.
And in this novel, as is so often the case, it takes the younger generation to lead the way in opening the eyes of their elders.
NEIGHBORHOOD ORGY-a shocking story, certainly, but one which may not be as unbelievable as it first appears, one which could hold many valuable lessons for a large segment of our diverse population.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
A long, eerie wail shattered the stillness of the night. Tom Morton sat up in bed with a start, blinking because he was still half asleep. He thought at first that it was a siren he'd heard, but the sound came again. It was a human cry, and it came from his mother's bedroom at the back of the house.
The husky blonde teenager crawled out of bed naked, and he put on his robe. He thought his mother must be having another bad dream.
Nightmares came often to Thea Morton in the fourteen months since their car skidded on an icy stretch of road, then crashed head-on into a tree.
Her husband had died before firemen and paramedics could pry him from the mangled wreck. Thea was trapped in the front seat beside him for nearly an hour, and she was hospitalized for several weeks after that. Their children, Tom and Jenny, had been riding in the rear seat and were not badly hurt.
Tom hurried to his mother's room, hoping he could somehow comfort and console her. His father had always told him, "When I'm not around, you're the man of the house. You have to take care of your mother and sister when I'm not here." Now his father was gone forever, and Tom took that role very seriously despite his young age.
He paused by his sister's door. Apparently she was still sleeping, undisturbed by the anguished cries coming from the back of the house. The only sound from her room was the easy rhythm of her breathing.
Jenny was younger than Tom, a beautiful, golden-haired girl with pale-blue eyes that sparkled like diamonds, except at those times when she got to thinking about never seeing her father again.
Tom slowed outside his mother's bedroom door. It was ajar because the house had settled and none of the doors in back would close right. That was one of the things his father had been meaning to fix.
Just as Tom put his hand on the knob, he heard his mother say in a soft, ecstatic voice, "Oh, George, that felt so good! It was the best climax I've had in a long, long time!"
Tom's hand jerked back as though the door knob was red hot. He stood trembling, breathless in shock, hardly able to believe what he'd just heard.
A man's deeper voice said, "Well, Thea, you know, you didn't have to wait so long. I've been telling you for months how eager I was to-"
"I know, I know. But I was so burdened with grief, I couldn't even think of anything like this."
"But you can now. I can see it in those dazzling blue eyes. You want to fuck again."
"Yes. Oh, yes! I want to fuck your big cock all night. I want to feel it go deep and fill my pussy again."
"It might be a little harder to get it up this time," the man warned. "You'll have to suck on it for awhile."
"I don't mind, George. I'd like to do that. It's been so long since I've had a man's big cock in my mouth. Hhhmmmm!"
"Being out of practice sure hasn't hurt your technique," he said with a deep moan of pleasure. "My God, Thea, you suck prick like a milking machine!"
Tom recognized the man's voice now. It was George Cooper from next door. His wife, Helen, and Thea were best friends, or so young Tom had always thought. Now, peeking through the crack of the door, he could see his mother bowed like a pilgrim at some holy place. Her head bobbed up and down as if she was worshipping George Cooper's mighty cock.
Her cheeks collapsed so snugly around it that Tom could see the bulging outline of his hardening prickshaft. She must have been licking and teasing it with her tongue, too. He guessed that by the way her jaw moved as she pumped her head up and down.
There was a small lamp glowing on the bedside table. It cast a softedged circle of light, but plenty for Tom to see more than he wanted. His mother's ripely domed ass was pointed almost straight at the crack of. the door. Between her legs, he could see wisps of gold cunt hair and rivulets of slick cum dripping down her thighs.
The sight almost made the young boy puke. Tom had imagined his mother to be above such things. And George Cooper, that cheating son of a bitch, was urging her on.
"Go, Thea! Huuuugh! Suck it, baby. Make my prick hard so I can fuck your sweet cunt again!"
Tom's first impulse was to burst through the door and beat the living shit out of George. He was big enough to do it. He was tall, lean and hard, the way an All-League high-school defensive end should be.
But then, he reasoned, it was as much his mother's fault as it was George Cooper's. And Tom certainly could not beat her. At the moment, he didn't want to face or even think about her. But neither could the boy pull his eyes away from that crack in the door.
Tom had no real sexual experience so far. He'd felt the soft tits and smoothly tapered thighs of a girl he liked, but only through her clothes. The only times his eager young prick had fired, it did so in the palm of his hand.
And it did that quite often. Tom was gifted with a cock that was almost always hard. The mere sight of a pretty girl was enough to start it throbbing, and frequent hand-jobs were the only way to control it.
Both his parents had taught him strict and strong moral values. Even jacking-off was shameful according to the lessons he'd learned as a young boy.
Tom had believed that until now, now that he could see the main teacher of those moral lessons bowed over the head of a neighbor's cock with dripping cum running down her legs. It not only tore apart his image of her, it shattered all that she'd tried to teach.
But in another way, it was the most exciting thing Tom had ever seen. If he forgot it was his mother sucking prick, it was thrilling to watch.
He'd always dreamed of a woman someday doing that to him. The way her silver-blonde hair flowed and swayed across the rippled muscles of Cooper's belly made Tom's gut ache with envy. The way her soft lips pulled and her tongue swirled made his cock swell with jealous desire.
If it wasn't his own mother doing all those wonderful, awful things, he'd have happily traded places with the man he wanted so much to detest.
Thea's large tits flattened on Cooper's taut thighs every time she brought her head down. It made Tom cringe and squirm. She had such gorgeous tits, still firm and sharp-peaked. Her large nipples looked hard and bright as rubies, bulging out of nubbed rings of dark flesh nearly the size of a silver dollar.
The thought of sucking such beautiful, big tits made Tom's jaw muscles strain. Cooper had reached down to squeeze them and rub her dangling nipples with his thumbs. Thea gasped sounds of pleasure and pressed herself into his palms. She writhed above him and sucked on his cock with even more feverish glee.
"Hey, Thea," he was gasping. "That's enough. My cock is as hard as it's going to get. If you keep sucking like that, I'm going to shoot off in your mouth!"
She popped her silvery blonde head up just long enough to say, "I want you to. My husband would never do that with me. I want to w start making up now-for all that I missed!"
Tom's gut wrenched again. Not only was his mother sucking prick like a whore, she was dishonoring his father's memory as well. At that moment, he could have beaten her.
But before that thought had fully formed in his mind, an even more powerful urge had taken control. Watching his mother suck cock while her tits were being milked made Tom's young prick harder than it had ever been.
Reaching down, he began to stroke the loose skin back and forth in the curl of his hand, timing his moves with the bobbing of her head.
"You bitch," he said under his breath. "If you're so fucking hot to suck prick and have some guy cum in your mouth, why don't you do it with me?"
Tom shuddered as soon as he said the words. Wanting his mother that way was the worst sin he could think of, far worse than her fucking and sucking a handsome young neighbor. But he couldn't stop his hand from gliding up and down his cock shaft, matching her moves stroke for stroke.
"I'm going to cccuuummm," George said, giving her one last chance to pull away. Thea didn't. Tom could see her grin just before she drove her soft lips into Cooper's tangle of cockhair.
His stocky, hard-muscled body stiffened and began to twitch. Cooper gave a grunt, bucked his hips and let his cock fire. Tom watched his mother's throat heave, gulping down a white geyser of jism as quickly as she could.
Tom's hand pumped faster on his heated prickshaft, and it fired in unison with the other man. But there were no sucking lips to contain and devour his jetting rush of cum. It spat like liquid fire, splattering on the bedroom door.
Thea was gulping and moaning, bobbing her head up and down. Tom saw the thick, glossy shaft of George Cooper's big cock when she reared her head up. It was pumping more cum than she could swallow. When she plunged her head down, the salty jism bubbled from her lips and ran down her chin.
"Yum!" she managed to say, licking with her tongue to catch the overflow. Then she reached between his legs with both hands to fondle his balls, teasing up more hot jism.
"Bitch," Tom hissed almost silently. "You cum-sucking slut! Eat this. And this! And this!" Tom whipped his cock with an angry hand, jarring out gush after gush of volcanic jizz. By the time he'd flogged himself dry, he felt dizzy and weak in the knees.
George Cooper lay gasping, his cock drained, too. Thea slid her lips off and licked down the last drop.
"It tastes even better than I thought," she said with a lewd grin. "I can't imagine why my husband never let me suck him that way."
"Thea, you can make me cum in that pretty face of yours any time you want!"
"All right, let's do it again!" A lewd, greedy grin curved her cum-smeared lips.
"Almost any time," Cooper corrected himself quickly. "Right now, I want to fuck again, quick before my prick goes soft."
"Once doesn't weaken my cock," Tom muttered under his breath. "Twice doesn't, either. I could fill her fucking face three times and still have enough left to ream her whoring cunt!"
"Let me get on top this time," Thea suggested. "I'd like to ride that long fucker."
"Sure, Thea. Why not?" George figured he could use a little more time on his back.
She straddled his hairy loins, holding his glossy, cum-glazed cockshaft in her hands. Thea breathed anxious sighs of lewd pleasure and maneuvered her pussy into position. Tom couldn't see her cunt, only the thick mass of pussy hair spread wide between the points of her hips.
"You have the hairiest cunt I ever saw," George said. "And the color is really sexy. Your pussy spread looks like a fucking silver fox."
"That's what I am," she cooed, guiding his cock in. Thea wagged the big knob of his cockhead back and forth, working it all over her clit.
Cooper extended his hands, and he cupped her tits as Thea let herself down on his upraised prickshaft.
"But no little fox has a pair of tits as big as these," he moaned, squeezing her creamy flesh, working her nipples around with his thumbs.
"Hungh!" she gasped, leaning forward so that her big tits swayed back and forth above Cooper's face, her thick, inviting nipples just out of reach of his tongue. Thea smiled as he strained to reach them. "Don't you dare call me a cow!"
"Fill my mouth with soft tit, then I won't be able to say anything."
"Hhhmmmm?" Thea leaned down to give him a teasing little sample. Cooper's lips circled and sucked in her nipple, pulling and pumping to get more.
Tom's hot prick began throbbing again. His mother's cunt was rooted on the shaft of Cooper's big cock. She was lifting her ripely domed ass, then letting it slide down, spiraling her hips so that Tom knew her sleek pussy must be stroking his cock exquisitely.
He felt sharp pangs of bitter jealousy. "That should be my cock," Tom moaned. "That's the cunt I came out of so many years ago." That brought an eerie chill which made his whole body tremble. He could almost feel the soft, damp warmth of his mother's pussy gripping and squeezing him all over as it had once.
"And I used to suck on her tits when they were heavy with warm milk. My lips pulled on her big nipples and made them flow." His hand pumped faster on his jealous cock, making his heart beat faster.
The obscenity of his mental ramblings appalled him. Tom thought only a twisted pervert would think of birthing as a kind of fucking, and breat feeding as horny tit-sucking. But he couldn't stop thinking about it.
Thea was really humping now, fucking up and down on Cooper's stiff cock so hard and fast that her crotch made a slapping sound when she reamed herself down on him.
"Hungh!" she groaned as their two bodies collided. "Aaagh," she sighed as she lifted back up. She was going so fast in a few seconds that the two sounds merged into one. "Hungh-aaagh! Hunghaaagh!"
"Christ, woman! You said you wanted to fuck my cock, not kill it!"
Thea laughed. "I know what a beautiful and sexy young wife you have. Now I want to show you that a woman isn't burned out when she gets near forty."
"I've always heard that women are at their fucking best in their thirties. And now I know it's true. God damn! Keep fucking, Thea. That hot cunt of yours is about to make me cum again!"
"Hhhmmm!" She clamped the silken sleeve of her pussy hole around his prick and made wave-like pulses with the rings of muscle inside.
Tom watched her grunting and straining, rolling her head and whining in delight. He knew her climax had started. The heat and frenzy of her pussy spasms brought tears to her eyes.
"Ooooh, it's starting," she moaned. "I'm going to have a great orgasm! Cum with me, George. Fill my hot pussy with jizz. It's been empty for sssooo long! I need to feel your jism. I need it now!"
Thea threw back her head, swirling her silver hair. It streamed down to the middle of her back and swayed with the spiral writhings of her pussy. George arched beneath her and began to fuck his cock up deeper into her fuck hole. He was gushing cum and he wanted to burn it all the way in.
"Oh, God! Oh, God! Fuck me, George! Fuck me!"
Tom's big cock tensed and fired as though in response to her pleading. It didn't matter that she was calling George's name, almost screaming it now. He imagined it was his cock that was making her cum.
"I'll fuck you, bitch! I'll fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk. I'll fuck and fuck and fuck you again!" His spitting cock fired another sputtering stream of jism at the door. It splattered in creamy blobs, collected thickly, then began to drop down.
Thea's pussy was dripping, too. Cooper's gushing flood filled her hole for the second time that night. It dripped and bubbled on her pussy lips, whipped into a froth by the fury of her fucking hips.
The lusty grunts and moans went on a full minute, a lewd trio in concert. Mother and neighbor fucked and groaned inside the room while her envious son watched, gasping in anguish, and cock-spit his cum all over her door.
When Tom had drained his cock and some of his anguished fury, he heard George say to his mother, "That was great, Thea. Now there's only one thing left to do."
"What's that?" Her blue eyes sparkled in the soft light.
"Lie face down on the bed, I'll show you."
"You want to fuck my pussy from behind?" She slid off of him, stretched out and stuffed a pillow under her pussy mound to lift it most invitingly.
She spread her legs, and George Cooper crouched between them, wagging his wet cock back and forth to tingle her asscheeks.
"This time, I want to fuck your ripe ass," he whispered hoarsely.
"No!" Thea bolted and tried to wiggle away from him. "I've never done that, not with anyone. And I don't want to! Ever!"
George chuckled wickedly. "You'll love it once you get used to it." He threw his weight on her and reached out with strong hands to pin her arms.
"Huuungh! No!" Thea sprawled beneath him, trying to clamp her legs and squirm the puckered rim of her shithole away from the hot tip of his probing cock.
Tom's nervous energy stirred. He thought about bursting into the room to recsue his mother from the ass fucking she feared. But then he thought, no ... she deserves it. She deserves to be punished for what she's done.
Thea cried, "No, George. Don't force me. I don't want your cock up my ass. I don't want-aaaggghhh!"
Tom's lips curled into a smug grin. Thea was sobbing and twisting, speared by George Cooper's ass-reaming thrusts. His mother's hair swirled as the searing pain made her toss her head.
"Oooooh!" she gasped. "Ooooohhh!"
Cooper kept fucking her tight little asshole, his ass pumping. He loved the writhing spasms that surged up and threatened to strangle his cock. He liked fucking her ass, and he liked making her like it. In a minute or two, she was crying in a new tone of voice.
"Ooooh, George. Oooooh, George. I had no idea my asshole could cum! It still hurts, it burns and tortures me inside ... but it's making me climax again."
Tom walked back to his room feeling tired and frustrated. What George Cooper did to her ass wasn't enough. His mother deserved a punishment that she would enjoy. That will have to be my job, he was thinking.
CHAPTER TWO
Tom did not see his mother the next morning. She slept in late, as he thought she would. That was just as well. He hadn't yet decided what he should do. She'd fucked most of the night with George Cooper, crying obscenities like a cheap whore.
Thea didn't have to be at work until noon. Usually, she was up early to fix breakfast for her teenaged children and see them off to school. That morning she needed her rest.
Thea didn't hear Jenny fixing breakfast, and she didn't hear them leave the house.
Tom walked his sister to school just as he had since she started kindergarten. Her long golden hair flashed in the morning light. It reached all the way down her back to the quickly ripening hump of her young ass.
Jenny was a youthful version of her mother. Her figure was not yet so abundant, but she was still growing, filling out in all the right places. She was going to be a real knock-out in a couple of years, a woman who would make a man's eyes pop.
She had an innocent, girlish kind of beauty already. That's why Tom felt so protective of her. He didn't like the way guys turned and leered whenever she walked by. They all wanted to get their cocks into her, he knew that. Some of them said so right to his face.
Monk Randal and his rough friends were the worst of that bunch. There were half a dozen of them that hung around together, all real fuckups in school. They spent more time on the streets than they did in class, and Tom knew they'd gang-raped at least two girls dumb enough to join their crowd.
Tom felt a chill and a tightening in his gut when he saw Monk and two of his friends slouched against a wall near the corner two blocks from the high school. Their greasy hair was swept back in the style of the early fifties, swept back over their heads so that it looked like the ass of a duck.
They wore black leather motorcycle jackets even though none of them could afford a real chopper. Monk even wore a motorcycle primary chain for a belt, and Tom knew that he'd beaten more than one guy senseless with it.
Monk was a foot shorter than Tom, but about the same weight, a stocky bruiser who was built like a beer barrel. A scar slanted down his left cheek from beneath his ear almost to the point of his chin. It was a knife cut, everyone said. Monk wore it like a badge of courage, and he told all the creeps who hung around with him he had broken both legs of the bastard who gave it to him.
Tom took Jenny's hand and said, "Let's cross over and go down the other side of the street."
"Why, Tom? That's out of the way."
"Because Monk Randal and two of his greasy friends are waiting up there, looking at you like ... like...." He couldn't say it. They were all fucking his pretty little sister in their minds.
"I'm not afraid of them," she said. "And I don't think we should be run off a public sidewalk by a bunch of thugs!"
"Jenny, there's a time for courage, and there's a time for good sense. Come on, we're crossing the street."
It didn't do any good. Monk and his two burly friends crossed with them, moving ahead. "Hey, hey, lookie here ... it's the sexiest little blonde I ever saw and her big, bad brother bodyguard."
"Buzz off, Monk. Leave us alone," Tom said flatly.
"Sure, man. I'll leave you alone. It's Jenny I want."
"I'll break both your arms if you even touch her hair."
Monk glared defiantly, his slit of a mouth curling into a twisted grin. His thick scar pulled it down on one side, creating the illusion of being an extension of his mouth.
"Oh, yeah? You mean like this?" Monk reached out quickly, and he brushed his hand down Jenny's back, stroking her silky golden hair.
Tom pushed Monk's hand away. "I'm warning you. Don't touch my sister!"
Monk turned and said to his two friends, "Ooooh, wow! He's warning me! I'm so scared, I might shit my pants!"
"And don't use language like that in front of her!" Tom said. He was watchful, poised on the balls of his feet, not knowing for sure what Monk and his pals might do next.
"You mean, don't say words like shit, fuck and cunt?" Monk taunted him. "Don't say, I'm going to fuck my big cock into your sister's tender virgin pussy while my scarred face is sucking her pretty tits?"
Tom grunted a muffled curse of rage and jabbed his big hand into the middle of Monk's leering grin. It knocked Monk backward three steps before he caught his balance again. His smile was gone, replaced by a snarl of rage. "You might be hot shit on the football field, but here on the street, you're nothing but shit. Any one of my guys could stomp all over you. Somebody show him!"
The taller of Monk's two friends rushed at Tom who fired a jarring left fist into the kid's gut, then a looping right to the jaw that sent him sprawling. The shorter kid came from behind and caught Tom with a vicious kidney punch. It rocked him almost off his feet and made Tom see red.
Monk watched, grinning again. He was a tough, but cautious fighter. He liked to have his troops weaken his opponent first. Tom whirled and struck the kidney puncher a skull-rattling backhand blow. He reeled away and tripped over the taller kid who was just dragging himself back to his feet. The two of them went down in an ungainly tangle of arms and legs.
"Jesus Christ, what a couple of nerds you two turned out to be!" Monk had been hoping they'd keep Tom busy long enough to grab Jenny and drag her into the alley. A good fight always made him horny, and Monk knew he was going to have one before he knocked big Tom Morton out of his way. Monk gave a lusty grin and snaked free the heavy motorcycle chain he wore as a belt.
Tom rushed him before Monk could swing it. He threw a crashing shoulder block and hammered his fist into Monk's flabby gut. When Monk slammed a fist back to the pit of Tom's stomach, it felt like punching a brick wall.
The force of Tom's charge drove them both backward. Monk's booted feet became tangled and couldn't keep him up. He fell, sprawling backward on the sidewalk with Tom coming down hard on top. Monk's breath was knocked away, but he was a seasoned street fighter. He recovered quickly and pitched over, coming up on top.
Monk still had the heavy chain in his right hand. He doubled it, grasping both ends in a gnarled fist, and swung it back for a blow that might have crushed Tom's skull. But Monk got hit first. Jenny found half a brick amid the debris in the alley's mouth. She lifted it in both hands, then thumped it down on the back of Monk's head.
It made a sickening sound. Monk dropped the chain, his eyes widened and turned upward, then he pitched to the side, unconscious.
"Did ... did I kill him?" Jenny moaned.
"No, too bad. The son of a bitch is still breathing." That was the first time Tom had ever sworn in front of her, but Jenny understood. "Come on, let's get out of here before the other two untangle themselves."
Tom was feeling the effects of the fight by the time they reached school. His pants were torn and both knees scraped from hitting the sidewalk when he drove Monk to the ground. And he had an egg-sized knot swelling on the back of his head from when Monk tossed him onto his back on the pavement.
He saw Jenny to her first class, then walked painfully to the office of the school nurse. He was dizzy and blinking by the time he got there.
"Tom, what happened to you?" the nurse exclaimed in surprise. Her tongue made him think that he must look even worse than he thought.
"I got in a fight with Monk and a couple of his punk friends," he explained simply, slumping down in a chair.
"That's not like you," she said, starting to look over the damage.
"He was saying lewd things about my sister."
"Well, that's nothing new. But you've always talked your way out of trouble before."
"I wasn't in a talking mood today," Tom said. "Something I went through last night changed everything-" He stopped abruptly, knowing that he could not explain.
"You want to talk about it?" she asked, applying an ice pack to the egg on his head. "No," he said curtly.
She moved around and put some antiseptic on his skinned cheek. It felt icy cold at first, then burned like fire. Tom winced visibly. "It might help to talk about it," she suggested. "A good nurse can treat all kinds of head wounds ... inside and out."
Tom shrugged and said, "I don't know." What he witnessed last night hurt him more than the bump on his head. But if there was anyone he could talk to, it would be Nurse Peters.
Angie Peters was still in her mid-twenties, not long out of nursing school, but gifted with skills and understanding far beyond her few years of experience. She was a small woman, not even as tall as Jenny, but blessed with soft, womanly curves. Angie filled out her white nurse's uniform in a way that made every football team member's mouth water. Her coal-black hair was close cropped and curled around a face that always seemed to have a sympathetic smile.
"You'd better pull your pants down so I can clean those scrapes on your knees," she said softly.
Tom brought his hands to his belt, then hesitated.
"It's all right," she assured him. "I've seen well-built young men in their undershorts before."
Tom still couldn't move his hands. He didn't think she'd ever seen a patient with his cock fully hard. He hadn't realized it until then, but the fight and his anger had started his heart beating faster, and having Angie's lush body so near in that rustling snow-white uniform made it beat faster still.
His cock had swelled to embarrassing size.
"Here, let me help you." She felt the pulsing tension of his massive hard-on when she brought her hands to his waist. "Did I do that to you?" she asked sweetly, as though getting a hard-on for the school nurse was the most natural thing in the world.
"You and what happened last night," Tom confessed. He went on to tell her about George and his mother, and how it made him feel. He left out the part about jacking off, but did say how he felt he should punish her.
"It sounds like you're jealous, to me," Angie concluded wisely. "And hurt. You feel your father's memory has been betrayed."
"That pretty well sums it up," Tom agreed.
"I've met your mother at football games," she said. "She's a beautiful woman who's in the prime of her life. I'm sure she loved your father very much, but she can't live with nothing but her memories of him forever."
"Yeah, but to fuck the man next door...." Tom startled himself by saying that word in front of a woman. "...the husband of her best friend."
Angie said, "Women don't usually show it so plainly, but our passions are as strong and urgent as the feelings that are making your cock hard right now."
"I ... I didn't know that."
"Have you ever had sex with a woman?" she said.
"No, never." Tom was almost ashamed to admit it. Most guys he knew had, or at least said that they had.
"Would you like to?" She closed and locked the door to the small treatment room where they were.
"Huh?"
"I asked if you would like to have sex. I think it will help ease your jealousy and make it easier for you to understand your mother's feelings."
"Ooooh, Jeeezus!"
Angie was unbuttoning the front of her crisp white uniform, baring a pair of smooth tits molded and shaped by a low-cut, sheer bra.
She slipped out of the top of her dress, then pushed it down over her hips. Her panties were white, too, so thin that he could see the dark outline of her cunt hair, a narrow triangle that pointed down between her creamy thighs.
"You ... you shouldn't be doing this," Tom said. He felt like a dunce for letting the words slip out. He wanted to see her naked and to fuck her more than anything else in the world.
"I know. I would lose my job if anyone found out about this. My whole career would be ruined. But I like you, Tom. I like you a lot. And I want you to fuck me."
Angie reached back to unclasp her bra. She let it drop to the floor, breathing deep to swell her lush tits. They were peaked with small, crimson nipples. She pushed her white panties down, then kicked them off, showing him the dense black wedge of her gleaming pussy hair.
"Take your clothes off," she said. "Or would you like me to undress you?"
"I'll do it," Tom knew that if she even touched him with her soft hands, his cock would shoot off in his pants.
"You're so damn horny, you can hardly stand still," she said. "Let's take care of that first. Just open your fly and let out your cock before it breaks the zipper."
Tom freed his throbbing prick and gasped when she dropped on her knees before him. "I know it's about to fire. Just let it. Don't try to hold back." She ovaled her lips, then swallowed his cockhead.
He gave a lusty grunt and felt his prick spurt almost before Angie got her lips closed. She didn't mind. She gulped down his first burst, then sucked on him to get more.
"Huungh!" Tom roared. The pull of her soft lips almost made him pass out from the insane surge of pleasure he felt coursing the length of his cock.
Angie rocked her head back and forth, taking in more of his jetting cock with each stroke. He could feel her tongue sweeping around his prick, curling under his cum tube to tease up even more steaming jism.
"Gruuungh!" Tom gritted his teeth and strained to empty his load into her. She'd reached inside his pants and was fingering his balls softly, milking out every last drop with deft strokes.
"There now, that should help you keep things under control." Angie stood up, smiling. Her lips sheened with a film of cum, and her tongue was stroking across them, licking it down. "I'll undress you now. I like to do that to a man."
Angie removed everything he wore. With Tom's broad, muscular chest laid bare, she bowed and kissed one nipple, then the other, twirling them both around with her wet tongue.
"Aaaggghhh!" Tom was shocked by the lash of her tongue and the tingling sparks it sent running down to the groin. His twitching cock got bigger and harder than it ever had before, and his balls felt weighted with a fresh charge of cum even though he'd been sucked dry only seconds before.
"Now, let's take off your shoes and socks. I want to feel nothing but skin when you fuck me on the examination table."
Tom sat on the edge of it while she took off his shoes and socks. He cringed and shuddered when she lifted his feet and kissed the ticklish undersides. Then she sucked on his toes, teasing them with her tongue just as she had done to his cock.
His prick felt hard as a pick handle and looked to be almost as long.
"You've got a great cock," Angie said. "I'm going to love it when you fuck it into me. I'm going to squeeze it with every fuck muscle I've got."
She climbed up onto the examination table behind him, stretching out, resting her gleaming black hair on a small white pillow as she spread her tapered legs. "Fuck me, Tom. I can see how much you want to, and I want it, too."
He swung astride her without saying a word. Angie raised her head, reaching out with her lips to invite a kiss. Tom brought his head down, gasping like a man drowning in a lake of sheer delight. They kissed, and her tongue probed between his hungry lips. He pushed his into her mouth, sighing joyously when she sucked on it so hard that he couldn't pull it from her mouth.
Angie hooked one arm around the back of his neck to keep his head down and prolong their passionate kiss. With the other hand she reached down to guide his cock. She'd fucked other young boys in her life and knew they sometimes had trouble finding her narrow cunt slit the first time.
Her pussy lay hidden in a dense tangle of black fur. And her tiny clit was even more elusive. She liked to have that stroked well before she felt cock in the depths of her cunt, so she worked it around almost as though she was masturbating herself.
Tom sensed the shuddering pleasure that came from his big cockhead even though he'd hardly done anything yet. And he felt the steaming pressure increase in his dangling ball-sac. His quaking balls trembled like leaves in a storm.
She paused a moment and broke off their tongue-sucking kiss. "You've been taught all your life that what we're doing is wrong," Angie reminded him. "But could you stop now?"
"No! God, no!" Tom's cock was so aching hard that he thought it might explode. He'd have fucked the sexy nurse even if they were both lying naked on the school's front steps.
"Neither could your mother," she said.
His fierce young prick strained upward. When she guided its knob to the slit of her cunt, he fucked it in with a grunt. He rammed her all the way to the hilt. The respect and warm feeling he had for her did nothing to still the violence of his savage fucking.
He all but raped her on that examination table, repeating the act more than half a dozen times. His angry cock would fire, and he began fucking again, almost without pausing for breath.
Tom thought about turning her over and fucking her ass, too, but he remembered how that had hurt his mother at first. He didn't want to hurt Angie. That he would save for Thea. And maybe some for George Cooper's wife. A plan for vengeance began to form once he'd fucked his mind almost clear.
CHAPTER THREE
By 10:30 that morning, the nurse's office was too busy for Angie to give Tom any more of the private attention that he so much enjoyed. One girl sprained her ankle in gym class, another burned her hand on a stove in Home Ec. She wrote Tom an excuse good for the whole day, then told him to go home to get some rest.
"Come back and see me first thing in the morning," she said with a sly wink. "I want to make sure that you're completely well."
Tom took the excuse, glad to be free from classes and football practice that afternoon. But he had no intention of going home.
He killed time at the burger place until almost noon, scarfing down food like a man who hadn't eaten in weeks. He had no idea how hungry good sex could make him. Three double burgers and three orders of fries later, he started toward home. He knew his mother would have left for work by then, and he didn't want to meet up with her. Not yet.
One house short of his own, Tom turned up the walk, and he rang the Coopers' doorbell. He knew George would be at work until after six, but he could only hope that his neighbor's pretty red-haired wife would be home.
Helen answered the door on his second ring.
"Tom," she said. "What happened to you?" The scrape on his cheek, his torn pants and the knot on the back of head were all plain to see.
"I got in a fight on the way to school," he said, dismissing that as a matter of slight concern. "Er, could I come in and talk to you for a minute?"
"Of course, come on in. Can I get you something? An aspirin, or some ice for that bump on the back of your head?"
"No, I'm fine." He wasn't. Tom hurt worse than before, but Angie's attentions had left him all but immune to physical pain. It was the hurt in his mind that still troubled him. He didn't like the idea of George Cooper fucking his mother, and Tom had decided to make all the trouble for him that he could.
"How about a nice cold beer?" Helen asked. "I know you're not old enough to drink, but you're damn sure big enough, and after all you've been through-"
"A beer sounds good," Tom said with a smile. He thought it might help calm his nerves and make him feel more in control. He'd worked out all that he wanted to say while sitting by himself in the burger place, but now, alone with the tall, stunning redhead, he wasn't at all sure he could get the words out right.
Helen came back with a tall, frosty bottle, pouring the amber brew carefully into a chilled glass. Shoulder-length, fiery red hair framed her smiling face. "There, that should make you feel better." She handed him the glass.
A couple of cold sips did help. Then Tom drew in his breath. "Something happened last night that I think you should know about."
"Oh?" The sleek, tawny redhead did not seem the least concerned by his overly dramatic pause or the intensity in Tom's blue eyes. But she gazed at him with a frankly curious look. "What might that be?"
"Your ... your husband ... George was at our house last night." Tom had trouble getting started. His carefully rehearsed speech was going to hell already. Something in the look of Helen's green eyes made it hard for him to concentrate on anything else.
"Yes, I know," she said with a faintly suggestive smile. It was so much like the curve of Angie's lips when she'd started to undress. But Tom thought, no ... that cannot be. She's a married woman. Half of a perfect young couple, everyone in the neighborhood said.
"But ... but you don't know what he did," Tom stammered uncomfortably. He was starting to sweat worse than when he faced Monk Randal's swinging motorcycle chain.
"Yes, I do. George and I talked it all over during breakfast this morning."
"You what?"
"I know that George fucked your mother. I know that they both enjoyed it immensely, and I know they are both planning to do it again tonight." Helen said it all as calmly as she would ordering groceries. "The only difference is, this time, I'm going to watch."
Tom could not have been more stunned if Monk had connected with that chain and split his skull. "George and I have an open marriage," Helen explained quickly. "We love each other dearly, but we love our sexual freedom even more."
"Oooh, shit." Tom's carefully planned speech had all flown out the window. He took another long, cooling sip of beer and tried to pull himself together.
"I'm sure that a good-looking young athlete like you has enjoyed sex a number of times...."
"A few."
"And would you want to limit yourself all your life to only one partner?" Helen asked.
"I ... I don't know."
"Have you had sex with more than one girl?"
Tom shook his head. "Only one," he admitted. "And it wasn't a girl. She's a woman, like you."
"Not much like me, I'll bet. Was she almost as tall as you?"
"No. She's even shorter than my sister."
"Then she doesn't have long, slender legs like mine," Helen said. She was standing before him, slowly hiking up her skirt.
"N-n-no, nothing like that."
"And she doesn't have red pussy hair, either?" Helen held her skirt aloft with one hand and pulled her black panties down just enough to give him a teasing glimpse of her fiery red cunt hair.
"Hers is raven-black," Tom said. "And her skin is creamy white, not sun-bronzed all over like yours must be."
There was no pale line anywhere to indicate that Helen Cooper had ever worn even a bikini. She'd pulled the front of her panties down almost to the lips of her furry snatch and the skin all around was tanned golden brown.
"I like to sunbathe in the nude," she told him. "I like to do a lot of things that might surprise you. But then, you want to be faithful to that little raven-haired pussy of yours." Helen let the elastic band of her panties snap back into place, and she began to lower her skirt.
"She ... she does want to see me again tomorrow morning," Tom said.
"And I might want to see you again tomorrow afternoon. That is, if you aren't too hung up to handle something like that."
Tom Morton wasn't sure anymore what he could handle. This beautiful redhead seemed suddenly more threatening than Monk Randal and his whole gang of thugs. Monk only meant to bust his skull, Helen threatened everything inside it.
She sat down on the couch beside him and asked, "Have you ever eaten pussy?"
"No, we didn't get around to that."
"But she has sucked your cock?"
"Yeah, that's what she did first."
"Do you know that women like to have their cunts eaten as much or more than you liked having your prick sucked?" Helen leaned back against the padded armrest and begin hiking up her skirt again.
"Er, no ... I didn't know that." Tom felt so mature when this all started, now he marveled at how much he didn't know.
"When you meet your black-haired beauty tomorrow morning, you'll give her a real treat if you've learned to work a woman's clit with your tongue."
Helen was pulling down her panties again, all the way this time, exposing the soft, wet lips of her cunt and her clit. "Mine is bigger than most," she said with a smile. "It's a great one to practice on."
Tom was tempted, but he said, "It doesn't seem right. I ... I was going to ask her to marry me tomorrow morning."
It took all of Helen's control not to laugh. "Tom, you said she was about my age. She doesn't want to marry you any more than I do. She just wants to enjoy your hot, young prick for awhile."
In his heart, Tom knew that was true. He had heard stories about Angie fucking other members of the football team, but he'd thought that was all bragging and bullshit. Now he didn't know. Maybe they had all fucked her just like they said.
All that Tom Morton knew for sure was that he had a lot left to learn. And he knew somehow that Helen Cooper would be a good teacher. His boyish ideas about fidelity were fast flying out the window.
"Pull my panties all the way off," Helen suggested with a moist-lipped grin. "Then bend your head down over my cunt."
Tom performed like a robot at first, shaken by thoughts of what he was about to do. But maybe it was right after all. He'd come to the house hoping to get even with George Cooper for fucking his mother-what better way than by sucking and fucking the cunt of his gorgeous young wife?
"Now bend down and kiss it just as you would the lips of the homecoming queen." Helen had watched Tom do that after last year's championship game, and that's when she first started thinking about sex with him.
"That girl's lips went straight across, not up and down like your cunt slit. And she didn't have a tawny red beard and mustache."
"She didn't have a mouth that tastes like hot pussy either. Turn your head sideways if you want, then kiss my cunt and French it with your tongue."
Tom never could have done that without his experience with Angie that morning. Now he could only wonder where his experience yvith Helen would lead. She was so lithe and sexy with her skirt pulled up and her panties taken off. Her legs lay spread before him and her hairy cunt lips pulsed, reaching for him, almost begging for the press of his mouth.
Tom turned his head and dropped onto her without giving it another thought. An open marriage meant an open pussy. He spiked his tongue into her, fucking it back and forth.
"Huuuungh!" she groaned, arching in shock and surprise. "For a kid who doesn't know much, you're doing a damn good job!"
He hardly heard the words that she gasped. But Tom did feel the eager bucking and writhing of Helen's red-furred pussy mound. He stabbed his tongue deeper in and wiggled it around.
Her cunt sucked on his tongue with strength near that of Angie's mouth. Helen grunted sounds of pleasure, snaking one long leg back to hook it over his neck. "Eat my cunt, Tommy. Suck it with all your might!"
He hated to be called Tommy. That was what he was known by when the Coopers first moved in, but he was Tom now, a grown man. Or almost.
"Hungh! That's it! Fuck me with your tongue. Eat my cunt. I know you came here wanting to get even with George. Do it by making my pussy burn. Tongue-rape me, Tommy. Eat me so that I won't want him for a week!"
Tommy again. He snarled and lashed his tongue around her big clit, whipping it like he'd planned to whip his mother's ass with a belt last night. He showed Helen no mercy, and she loved it. The violence of angry young lust was just what she wanted. It made the sultry broth in the depths of her cunt simmer, then start to boil.
The tang of her pussy was bitter-mellow like the beer she'd served, but it sprang from heady musk not the flavor of hops, and it made Tom almost dizzy with delight after only a few tongue-thrusting gulps.
"Whip my clit," she urged him. "Tongue-lash it back and forth, up and down. Huuungh! That's it. Flog it like you would your cock when you're jacking off."
He curled his tongue around her clit and did the best that he could, thumping and drumming on its indented head. He licked and sucked until Helen was wailing louder and more strangely than his mother did the night before.
Cunt juice dripped from her tawny pussy like syrup from a pitcher. "Now suck it!" she told him. "Seal your lips over my cunt slit and suck like a vacuum gone mad. Eat me. Ream me with your tongue! Mouth-fuck me, Tommy! Aaaaggghhh! Make me cccuuummm!"
His cock stood out between his legs like a spear, twitching and throbbing with lusty strength. Licking and sucking her cunt was as exciting as anything Tom had done yet. The bitter-sweet taste of hot pussy blurred all his senses. He began to undress in a trance.
Tom forgot about what his mother had done, what Monk and his gang tried to do, even about the first lessons the lovely Angie had taught him. He turned and hunched down between Helen's long and invitingly spread legs.
He aimed his hard prickshaft by himself this time and did so with a firm hand. Tom knew damn well where her cunt lips were, and he knew even better what they were for. He fucked into Helen with a wild lunge and a grunt.
She gasped, stunned by the force of his first thrust. But that was what she had been coaxing him to do. The sultry redhead enjoyed nothing more than a hot, young prick. The more eager, the better.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Pound my pussy hole and get even for everything George did last night. He raped your mother's ass, you must know that. Fuck my cunt just as hard, and make me like it just as much!"
Tom's breath burned in his throat. The bitch seemed to know every way there was to make his passions flare. He arched and spiked and twisted his cock into her, but the more frenzied his thrusting, the more she seemed to enjoy it.
He came once, twice, three times in her pussy, and the lewd bitch was still bucking, offering her wet cunt up to him and begging for more. Tom knew he couldn't fuck her pussy hard enough to make it hurt.
"Turn over," he said, jerking back, letting his raging cock slip out of her cum dripping hole.
"Why?"
"Because I want to rape your ass the way your fucking husband did my mother's."
"Oh, Tommy ... please don't do that!"
"He didn't give my mother a choice," Tom snarled, "I'm not giving you one either. Fucking ass is about all that I haven't done so far."
"No. No! No!" she cried.
He was turning her over, stuffing a throw pillow under the taut mound of her pussy. Helen's ass was already writhing in anticipation. She liked ass-fucking almost more than anything else. And she liked it most with a hot young stud that had never done it before.
"Let me grease you big cock first, God ... you'll kill me if I don't."
Tom's natural compassion held him back. He hadn't noticed, but Helen had brought a tube of some kind of cream along with his glass of beer. She uncapped it and began smearing the slick jelly up and down the length of his cock. She took special care to put a big glump around the knob.
"I should have fucked it in with only cum for lubrication," he said. "That's-what George did to my mother."
"Sometimes he's not as thoughtful as you. That's why I like variety. If you really want to get even for what he did last night, fuck my ass the way I like it ... better than he ever has."
"How's that?" Tom had to ask. She was holding his stiff cock behind her in grease-smeared hands, sliding them up and down his long prick shaft.
"Tenderly," she whispered. "Be slow and gentle. Let me get used to your big cock. I think it's longer, thicker and harder than his has ever been."
Tom's ego soared. And the way her grease-slicked hands caressed up and down his prick shaft made it surge with lusty vigor that surprised even him.
"Be gentle," she told him again.
Helen was arching her back, guiding his cock to the rumpled little rim of her shithole, rubbing it around until her asslips were well greased.
"Make my ass cum with tender fucking. I want to tell George all about it over dinner when he gets home. If you want to hurt his masculine pride, do that. Fuck me into a frenzy. Make me love having your big cock up my ass!"
Tom could think of nothing he would like better. After all, he had no reason to hurt this woman. She was as loving and kind as Angie, maybe more so. She pampered and adored his big cock, and he gave it to her just the way she wanted it.
He pressed into the taut sleeve of her little shithole with the utmost care. Helen gasped and cried with every half inch she took. "Ooooh, Tom! I'll never call you Tommy again. You have more prick and more control than any man I ever met!"
Tom's ego jetted off into space. He liked fucking her slender ass, and he liked even more the way she responded to his gentle probing. It took almost ten minutes for him to work his cock all the way in. By then, Helen was screaming.
"Oooooh, Tom! It feels so good! God damn, fuck me with your big cock! But do it slowly. Don't hurt me, please?"
His first impulse was to ram her, just to hear her scream. It was a kind of torture, feeling that he had to inch his big cock so slowly back and forth ... but it also brought him a kind of pleasure that he'd never known.
By moving his cock so slowly in and out, Tom could feel each exquisite contraction of her shithole. Moving faster, he'd have missed the way her little asshole squeezed and pumped his long prick shaft.
Until that morning, Tom's only sex partner had been the palm of his hand. Compared to Helen's delicate and talented ass writhing, that seemed clumsy.
Helen humped and twisted her shapely ass with precision that made his balls ache. She grunted and moaned sighs of delight that made him feel like the best ass fucker that ever lived. And they both got what they wanted, a climax that brought tears to their eyes-a shivering intensity of pleasure that left them both weak, wrapped in each other's arms.
Several minutes passed before Helen could ask, "That fight you got into this morning ... it wasn't with George, was it?"
"No, three punks tried to pick on my sister on our way to school."
"Oh, I'm so glad. I mean, I wouldn't want anything to happen to Jenny, but I'm so glad it wasn't George that you fought with."
"Why not? I'd have creamed him. In fact, I was thinking about that last night."
"You don't know what he does for a living, do you?"
"I know he has some kind of business downtown, and some branch offices around the state."
"He owns a chain of karate studios. He was the state champion and chief instructor here until a year ago when he decided to expand the business. George has three black belts in different styles of karate, one you can only get by competing against the grand-masters in Japan."
"Oooooh, shit!" Tom said with a worried gasp. If what Helen had said about an open marriage was crap, he'd just fucked himself into traction in the orthopedic ward. Fucking the sexy wife of a karate expert was a good way to get every bone in your body broken at least twice.
And then Tom thought about Jenny. She'd gotten out of her last class half an hour ago and probably started home without him. Monk Randal and his gang had to be waiting for her. Monk had to know by now that she as the one who bounced half a brick off the back of his head, and he would want to get even for that.
CHAPTER FOUR
Monk Randal and his friends waited in the alley for Jenny after school. He brought the whole crowd this time. There were six of them besides Monk. If her brother was still playing bodyguard, he wouldn't have a chance. They'd smear his ass all over the street, then make him watch while they took turns fucking his sister.
"Here she comes," said the look-out stationed at the alley's mouth. The rest of them remained out of sight.
"Is her asshole brother coming with her?" Monk said.
"Nope. She's alone."
"Too bad. I was hoping to bust his head." Monk already had the heavy motorcycle chain in his hand.
"Won't busting Jenny's cherry be enough for you?" one of the buys asked.
"I'd like it better if he had to watch. I'm really going to fuck that little blonde bitch for what she did this morning, laying me out with a brick. Fucking her sweet young cunt for the first time is going to be sheer pleasure for me!"
"For all of us!" another guy said.
"We'll do it at least twice."
"Maybe three times each!"
The gang members all laughed eagerly. Their cocks were already getting hard just thinking about Jenny and her ass-length golden hair.
Monk said, "After we've all fucked her, I'm going to cut off all her sexy, long hair and wear it on my belt like a scalp!"
"Let us all have a hank of it," the kidney puncher suggested. He'd come armed with a baseball bat this time.
"Sure, why not?" Monk was in a generous mood. "There's plenty to go around. You can all have a piece."
"In more ways than one," someone said.
That brought a big laugh from the gang members. "Ssshhh," the lookout said. "She's almost to the alley."
Monk motioned him back and -edged up along the wall of the crumbling old building. He let Jenny get half across the alley's mouth, then she stepped out behind her and grabbed her long hair.
"Aaaggghhh!" she screamed in surprise.
He dragged her backward, jerking the girl off her feet. She dropped her purse and an armload of school books. Two guys with hard, leering grins grabbed her arms. Two more caught her kicking feet. It all happened so fast, Jenny had no chance to resist.
They held her helpless in a circle of lewd, grinning faces and lecherous glances. Jenny screamed again, begging for help.
"Cut open her blouse and bra," Monk told the nearest guy with a knife. "I want to see those sprouting tits of hers."
Jenny whined and pleaded. She struggled and twisted, but four strong males had her pinned to the ground, arms and legs spread. She could do nothing against their combined strength.
The guy with the knife leaned over her. "Don't toss around so much," he said. "My switchblade might cut off one of your tits instead of the clothes." He laughed, drooling on her as he went to work with the razor-sharp blade.
A tortured wail came from Jenny's lips when she heard her blouse rip. The cold back edge of the blade ran up her chest. He severed the little band between the cups of her bra, and her young tits burst free.
Pink nipples like budding roses popped into view. Monk grinned, licking his lips. "Have they ever been sucked before?" he asked, crouching down.
Jenny saw his scarred face coming closer to hers. "N-n-no," she moaned.
"Virgin tits!" he said happily. "Pretty pink nipples that have never been touched!" Monk bent down, and he spread his lips over one, sucking it roughly into his mouth while his raspy tongue worked it around.
"Huuunnngh!" Jenny groaned. Her head tossed in anguish, flailing her long golden hair on the dirty pavement far back in the alley.
Monk leaned over, and he sucked on her other ripening tit, lashing her nipple until it turned rigid with fear. "No more virgin tits," he said with a sneering grin. "And pretty soon, no more virgin pussy, either. Somebody cut off her skirt and panties. I want to see if her cunt is pure gold like the hair on her head."
It was. Jenny's pussy mound was covered with a wide triangle of golden curls. She was writhing helplessly, shamed and horrified by the way they all leered at her naked body.
"What the hell is going on here?" a deep male voice asked demandingly.
"Nothing you need to stick your nose into, mister. You'll move on and forget what you saw here, if you know what's good for you."
The man kept walking toward them. "And you'll let that girl go, if you know what's good for you." By then, he was near enough to see her tear-streaked face and sullied hair. "Jenny!" George Cooper said in a glowering rage.
He had left work early because he was so eager for his threesome with Helen and Thea, planned for that evening. Now seeing Thea's pretty young daughter in trouble made him forget all about that.
Jenny was relieved to see him, but then shuddered. There was nothing he could do-one man against seven armed with deadly street weapons. Like her brother, Jenny didn't know the business George Cooper was in.
And he gave the gang members no clue now. Like most real masters of the arts, Cooper avoided striking an exaggerated stance of saying anything that would tip off his opponents beforehand. Against seven armed and street-wise punks, even an expert needed every edge he could get.
"Come on, guys ... let her go." He said it softly, almost like he was pleading.
"Fuck off, mister!" Monk said. "Get your ass out of this alley while it's still in one piece." He pushed out of the circle around Jenny and walked up to George, swinging the menacing chain in his gnarled right hand.
"Now wait a minute...." Cooper dropped back half a step, poised on the balls of his feet. But he managed to make even that move look harmless. He raised both hands shoulder high in a gesture that looked like surrender. "There's no need to get rough."
Monk grinned coldly. "I gotta need. I been waiting all day to bust somebody's head!" He swung the chain in a vicious arc, but Cooper ducked under the killing blow.
His foot shot out like a piston and smashed into Monk's groin. He howled and lost hold of the chain, doubling over in terrible pain. Cooper brought his knees up under Monk's chin with force enough to loosen several teeth and lift the gang leader's feet clear off the ground.
Monk was down in a groaning heap before any of his friends realized what they were up against.
The kid with the baseball bat hollered, "Get him! Kill the sonuvabitch!" And he swung the bat like a major leaguer going for the bleacher seats.
Cooper darted inside the blow and powered a fist into the kid's gut. That doubled him over, then a hand came down like an ax on the back of his neck. The bat dropped and so did the guy who'd swung it.
"See what you can do against this, asshole!" Cooper was now facing a switchblade.
He -edged back warily. The kid rushed at him, slashing for his gut. Cooper's right foot flew in a crescent-shaped arc and kicked the knife from the kid's hand. It hit the wall twenty feet away. He whirled in fluid grace, then rear kicked and broke the knife wielder's jaw.
"Hey, I know who that is now," another kid said. "He's the head honcho at the karate school down on Main!"
Chains, clubs and knives dropped to the pavement like hail. Running footsteps thundered away. Monk was just hauling himself to his feet, reaching down for a knife that had been dropped. "You chicken bastards!" he roared.
Cooper stomped a foot down just as Monk's right hand curled around the knife. He really had a reason to howl then. Four of his fingers were broken. "Come on, Jeany. Let's getyou out of here."
"Oh, Mr. Cooper ... I'm so glad you came along when you did!"
"Me too." He helped her up and gave Jenny his sport jacket to cover the remains of her ruined clothing. Then he circled an arm around her shoulders to comfort the sobbing young girl.
The warmth of his reassuring embrace sparked a strange feeling in Jenny, one she'd never felt before. She looked at him adoringly and said,."I still don't know how you did it! I thought they'd beat you to a pulp."
"Things don't always work out the way people think," he said with a smile. The fury of combat really had his juices flowing, and the way Jenny snuggled against him made Cooper's heart beat even more wildly.
In the car on the way home she sat close to him. "I was so scared," she said.
A shiver wracked her young body. Her nipples brushed the sleek nylon lining of his jacket and made her shiver again.
"Did you like seeing me naked?" she asked impulsively.
"Er, yeah. I did." Cooper grinned. "You're a lot more grown up than I ever thought."
"Grown up enough to do what you and Mom did last night?" she asked with a sly, coy smile.
"Oh, you know about that, do you?"
"Yes. After awhile, you were making so much noise that I couldn't sleep."
"I guess we did get a little carried away," he admitted sheepishly. "Sorry we disturbed you."
"It only disturbed me because it was the most exciting thing I ever heard. I ... I was wondering if you'd like to get carried away with me."
"Whoa, Jenny. You're too young for that."
"You said I was more grown up than you thought. I'm more grown up than anyone thinks. Especially my brother. He watches over me like an old mother hen."
"You don't like that?"
"Not now. Not when I want to do things that he won't let me do. Things like I want to do with you, George." She ran a small, soft hand up the thigh of his right leg.
"You're just suffering from a strong case of hero-worship. You'll be over that in an hour or so when you calm down."
"I don't want to calm down. I'm going to lose my cherry sooner or later. Why can't it be now with a man that excited me so much?"
"Because ... because...." Cooper couldn't think of a good reason. With Jenny's warm hand teasing around his crotch, he could hardly think enough to drive his car.
"I almost got fucked back there in the alley. You wouldn't want my first time to be like that, would you?"
"Er, no. I guess not."
Jenny's impish grin grew wider. "And I know you'd like to do it to me. I can feel how hard your cock is." She pulled down the zipper of his fly, then worked her hand inside his shorts.
"Jenny! Jesus Christ!" Cooper's prick surged in her hand, and he got so excited that he ran a red light and almost broadsided a truck.
"I just want to see and feel the big thing that's going to pop my cherry," she said with girlish excitement straining her voice. Jenny worked his cock free as they drove along.
George drove right past his house and hers without even thinking to stop.
"It's even bigger than I thought it would be," she said eagerly, stroking his long prick shaft with her hand.
"Huuungh!" They were passing a bus, and George saw two young boys look down from the window. They saw Jenny with his naked cock in her hand. Both pointed and laughed, saying something he could not hear. "Jenny! People are watching, for God's sake!"
He couldn't stop, because what she was doing would be even easier for gawkers to see. George turned down a quiet sidestreet. By then, he wasn't even sure where they were.
"No one could see what we're doing if I put my head in your lap." She leaned over him, crowding against his heaving belly by the steering wheel. Her silky golden hair spilled all around his upraised prick shaft, and he could feel her hot puffs of breath on his bulging cockhead.
"I want to kiss and suck it for you. I heard how much you liked that last night."
"Then, I wasn't trying to drive," he complained. Jenny seemed to enjoy his distress. George could hear her giggling and feel the warmth of her lips almost touching the tip of his cock. "Christ, you're going to make me cum in the car!"
"Not just in the car. In my mouth. I couldn't believe Mom hadn't done that until last night. I don't want to wait all those years. I don't want to wait at all."
Jenny dropped on him, spreading her lips to circle around his plum-like cockhead. The car swerved and almost hit a kid on a bike. The boy dodged out of the way, then looked back and gave George the finger. "Cocksucker!" he shouted.
The horny little blonde laughed and asked, "How does he know what I'm doing?"
Cooper couldn't answer. Her lips were sliding down his cock shaft. He was wincing with pleasure, gritting his teeth and willing his prick not to fire.
Jenny's head began to bob slowly, making long, gliding strokes up and down. Her clinging lips rippled over his swollen blue veins.
"Your prick has a salty taste," she said at the top of one gulping thrust.
"I was sweating more than anyone knew back there in that alley." And he was sweating even more now. Jenny's sucking lips really had him going.
Her head bobbed faster, hair swirling all over his lap. Jenny hadn't learned yet how to tilt her head back so that she could swallow the whole length of a big cock. The padded knob kept thumping soft flesh at the back of her mouth.
George found that to be a refreshing change. It was teasing his cockhead in the craziest way. Her tongue swept around his long prick, anxious and inept. Jenny had no technique as yet, but she didn't lack for enthusiasm.
Her lips pulled tight and her cheeks collapsed to increase his pleasure. Cooper couldn't hold it any longer. His balls steamed from the suction of her lips. He gave a roar and let his cum fly.
It spurted hot and slick, spraying the back of her mouth. Jenny's body jerked in shock. She almost pulled away and lost her sucking grip. The taste and the feel of thick cream rolling down her tongue was so strange.
She gulped and dropped back, sucking again. The next shot was easier for her to get down, but they were coming so much faster now-almost a steady stream.
"Hhhhmmmm," she purred. "Yyyuuummm!" Jism began filling her mouth. She gulped faster, but could not keep up. The searing spurts made her cheeks puff. It stuck in her throat and made her think she might gag. "Gruuungh," she moaned.
Creamy droplets appeared on her lips at the corners of her mouth. They grew larger, gleaming like pears. She kept sucking, thrilled by the taste of his cum and the thought that she would be a real woman at last. Tom wouldn't be able to stop her now. And he never would again. No one would!
CHAPTER FIVE
Tom ran to the school along the route he and Jenny always took. He'd checked at home, and she wasn't there. She wasn't at the school, either. A friend told him she'd left almost an hour ago.
He began retracing the route home, walking now, looking carefully for some sign of her. In the mouth of the alley, he found it-one of her school books. Her name was on the paper cover. Jenny had missed it when George was helping her collect her things, but Tom didn't know that.
Farther back in the alley, he found a scattering of knives and clubs. Monk and his friends had all cleared out and left the stuff behind in their rush to get medical help for their injured members.
Tom didn't know they were all at the hospital emergency room four blocks away. He figured they had Jenny, and that they had taken her to their hangout, a grubby basement apartment in a condemned building on the next street. He picked up the biggest of the clubs, then headed there.
The door to the musty basement room was open, so he walked in waving the club-a length of iron pipe with a wrapping of tape for a handle.
"What the hell?" a girl said. She was the only one in the room strewn with dirty mattresses all over the floor. It was Monk Randal's current girlfriend. Marlene her name was.
"Where's Monk and his bunch?" he demanded, slapping the heavy pipe hard into the palm of his empty hand.
"Out," she told him, shrinking back.
"Out where?" Tom's blue eyes looked cold as ice.
Marlene took a nervous breath and said, "Looking for your sister, I think." She was backed against the wall and cowering.
"I think they found her."
"Then it's good-bye little cherry," Marlene said. "They've been gone long enough to have all fucked her twice by now." The girl was plainly jealous.
"That's what they were planning to do?"
"Part of it," she told him. "Monk also said he was going to cut off her long hair and wear it on his belt like a scalp."
"That sunuvabitch, I'll kill him!" Tom smacked the pipe into his free hand harder than before.
"I didn't have nuthin' to do with it," Marlene said fearfully. Her long, dark-brown hair shimmered in the glow from a kerosene lamp on the table in the middle of the room.
"You're one of them," he snarled. "That's bad enough."
"I'm not just one of them. I'm Monk's girl. At least, I was. He might want Jenny now." She was pouting, more angry than afraid.
Tom shook his head. "No, not if he's going to let the other guys have her, too. You must know how jealous he is that way."
"Hey, yeah. He won't let anyone else touch me...." Her voice trailed off in fear. Marlene could tell that was the wrong thing to say.
Tom glared and told her, "Monk's not here to stop me from touching you."
She let out a yelp and tried to dodge around him, heading for the door. Tom caught the back of her long hair as she ran by.
"Aaaggghhh!" she howled. He was dragging her back.
He spotted some strands of rope on the table and grabbed them.
"What are you going to do?" she asked in a quaking voice.
"The same as Monk is doing to my sister."
"No. Oh, God! No, Tom ... please?"
"Shut up and put your hands behind you." He was unmoved by her pleading and quaking. He began binding her wrists, cinching the coarse rope and jerking the knots tight.
"I didn't do anything to your precious sister!" she cried, feeling the rope start to chafe.
"I'll bet you laughed when they were all talking about cutting off her long hair."
"No, I didn't. I swear!" That was a lie. It showed in her eyes and the way her lips quivered.
Tom gave an angry snort and pushed her to her knees. He bound her ankles together behind her, then cinched that rope around the strands holding her arms, pulling her hands and feet together behind her back. "Doesn't seem so damn funny now, does it?"
"No, it's not funny at all," the girl cried. Tom picked up a rusty old kitchen knife off the table. It was lying beside some stale bread and a moldy hunk of cheese.
"When Monk gets back, you'll be able to tell him exactly how my sister feels."
Marlene actually gave a weak smile of relief. At least that meant he wasn't planning to kill her. By the look in his cold blue eyes, she hadn't been sure until then. But that look of relief turned to one of stark terror when Tom's big hand snarled in her long silky hair.
"Ooooh, no!" He was lifting it high over her head, pulling so hard that it hurt. Then he began sawing the knife back and forth across the taut strands near her scalp. "Monk loves my long hair, and I do, too!"
"Well, you tell him, if he wants it back, he'll find it dangling from my belt." The knife cut through, and he pulled her long mane of mink-brown hair away in his hand.
Marlene saw it and burst into tears. Only one small strand had escaped the cut of the knife. That fell and drooped over one eye. "You bastard! Monk will kill you for this!"
"I hope he's dumb enough to try. That'll make it easier for me to kill him. I won't have to hunt him down if he comes looking for me."
Tom put down the knife, lifted the weeping girl and dumped her on one of the mattresses near the wall. In a second, he was back with the knife in his hand again. He used it to split the front of her skirt, then cut her soiled panties away. The shock of having her beautiful, long hair cut off had made Marlene piss in her pants.
"If the knife was sharper, I'd shave your pussy bald too. As it is, you'll get away with just being fucked." Tom laughed grimly and ripped open her bra and blouse. He stuck the knife into the wall, leaving it vibrating above her shorn head.
Tom pushed her over on her back. She howled when her shoulders hit the mattress. With her arms and legs bent and bound beneath her, it hurt like hell. She thought her bones might break.
Tom stood before her, slowly stripping off his clothes. His cock was already steel hard, vibrating much like the knife he'd stuck into the wall. His hunger for cruel revenge had started it to swell, and the thrill of abusing his helpless captive made it grow.
Marlene shuddered. His was the biggest and angriest cock that she'd ever seen.
"Take a good look," he told her. "I want you to be able to tell Monk exactly what it was like."
"It's ... it's beautiful!" she whined. "It's the most thrilling piece of fuck flesh I ever saw. I want it, Tom. I really do!"
Tom was starting to think that he would never learn to understand women. Marlene was bound uncomfortably, hand and foot, she'd been shorn like a sheep, and she was lying there practically drooling at the sight of his cock.
That spoiled some of his vengeful rage. She didn't scream in horror when he stabbed it in, she uttered a shrill cry of pleasure and strained against the chafing ropes to offer her pussy up to him.
The joy of fucking her sleek cunt made Tom forget some of his anger for awhile. She gasped and moaned as he pumped up and down on her backward bent body. He nearly crushed her with the force of his hard, driving thrusts, but Marlene didn't even mind that.
"Fuck me, you crazy bastard! Make it good! Monk's going to kill you for this, so make it a fucking that's worth dying for!"
He did almost that. Tom rammed and twisted his cock in her pussy hole. The way she was bound made her cunt tighter than usual. Marlene couldn't spread her legs to ease the burning pressure. He filled her with hot prick meat time and time again, stabbing so hard that it took her breath away.
"Oooh, God! You're killing me. You're fucking me to death!"
"That's tough," he growled a split second before his cock spit its fiery load. Marlene shook and moaned as she took each shot. Again and again, his cock blazed its wet wrath.
"Hhhooo! Hunnngh! Aaaaggghhh! I'm cumming with you, you big bastard. I can't help it. I'm cumming with you!"
Tom fucked until there wasn't a drop of jism left in him. He enjoyed all the fierce spasms of Marlene's climax and stayed rooted deep in her until the last tremor had passed.
Then he yanked his wet cock out, stood up and said. "Give my best regards to Monk Randal. And just in case you forget-"
Tom found a lipstick in her purse. He uncapped the tube and wrote cross her heaving belly in large red letters: Tom Morton was here.
He grinned sadistically all the time he was getting dressed. Then Tom headed toward the door with a grin on his lips. An icy cold grin. "Tell Monk I went home. Tell him I'll be waiting."
Tom went home, but Jenny wasn't there. Neither was his mother. It was too early for her to be off work. He thought about calling her, but what could he say? That he got busy fucking the woman next door and let his sister get into an awful mess?
He couldn't do that. And taking revenge on Monk's girl, Marlene, had done little to ease the terrible guilt that he felt. Tom paced the house nervously and tossed her severed hair on his bed. He was disgusted with himself.
Then he thought about Helen next door. With no one at home here, that's where Jenny would have gone next if she needed help. He decided to go see, hoping by some miracle that she was all right.
Helen greeted him at the door wearing a long black robe of Oriental design. It was slit up one side almost to the hip and showed the elegant taper of one long, shapely leg.
"Did you find Jenny?" she asked.
"No. I thought she might be here."
"I haven't seen her. Come in, Tom. We'll try to figure out what to do next."
He slumped down on the couch and said, "I can't think of a damn thing that will do any good. And it's all my fault!"
"No, Tom, it isn't. You can't watch over Jenny every minute of her life."
"But I should have been there this afternoon."
"Against a whole gang? What could you have done?"
"Nothing but get my ass whipped. But that would have made me feel better than I do right now." He dropped his head into his hands, and it took all his young strength to fight back tears.
"Tom, it's all right." Helen put one silken-sleeved arm around him and murmured sounds of comfort. "We don't even know that anything's wrong. Jenny might just have gone to visit a girlfriend."
"No." He shook his head sadly and told her about finding her school book and the gang weapons in the alley. He even told her all he'd done to Marlene and why. "And that didn't help a damn bit," he moaned.
"There, there." Helen circled her arms around his brawny shoulders and hugged him to her tits. He could feel her firm, sharp nipples against his chest, her soft hair and smooth cheek against his. Her warm lips were almost over his ear. "It will be all right."
"No, it won't. Christ, I'm getting another hard-on!I can't even control myself at a time like this!"
Helen only hugged him more, nibbling at his ear as she worked her hands down and around into his lap. "Well, that's one problem that's easy to solve."
She was loosening his belt and opening his fly. Tom couldn't help it. The scent of her, the touch of her skin and the gentle searching of her anxious hands were more than he could resist.
He gave a deep moan of pleasure when she lifted his cock out, then began to caress its straining length. The rubbery tip swelled almost like a balloon. Taut veins pulsed beneath her fingertips as she stroked his prick shaft up and down.
"I can't help it. I want to fuck you again."
"I want it, too, Tom. As much as you, maybe more. And maybe then we'll both be able to think more clearly.
"Maybe." Tom no longer cared about anything but the gorgeous redhead who was so expertly teasing his cock. He took her in his arms, slipped one hand inside her silky robe, found her jutting tit and stroked her nipple.
Helen helped him wiggle out of his pants. Then she cupped a soft hand under his balls while she pumped his raging cock with the other. "Why don't you lie down on your back and let me do all the work?" she suggested.
"Yeah, sure." Tom stretched out on the couch. Helen slid off, and she knelt on the floor beside him. Opening her long black robe, she let it slip off with a sound like a breathy moan.
Then she removed Tom's shirt, bowing to kiss and tongue his rigid nipples when his chest was bare. She removed the undershorts bunched around his knees, then took off his shoes and socks.
Tom's eyes closed in ecstasy as Helen slid her soft hands up one leg while her lips moved along the other, working toward the V of his crotch.
By then, Tom's cock was beating like a jungle drum. Helen was smiling, easing herself gracefully into position astride him. She had all the agility and sleek, menacing beauty-of a panther. The redhead guided his cock with a hand reached around back of her ass, easing the huge knobbed tip to the mouth of her sultry pussy hole.
She let her sinewy body down very slowly, sighing and shivering with pleasure as she took his prick in. If Tom hadn't done so much fucking that day, his cock would have spit cum before even the head of it had vanished into her tawny cunt slit.
He watched, entranced by the way her pussy moved. The lips of it pushed in as she inched down. Then Helen paused, lifting back up just a little. That pulled her cunt lips out, soft pink folds of skin that seethed around his cock shaft.
He'd never had such a wonderfully clear view of a woman's pussy in action. The sight of it thrilled him almost as much as fucking.
Helen sensed the pleasure he got from watching her, so she took a deliberately long time letting herself down. Her legs were spread wide and her fiery cunt hair gleamed, but the most intriguing thing of all was the way her pussy mouth was so patiently devouring his big cock.
She would slide down an inch, then rise back half of that. His veined cock shaft gleamed with juice from her sweet cunt. And more was seeping than her pussy could hold. Drops like beads of molten glass ran down his prick shaft.
"Remember how shocked you were when I told you that I planned to watch George fuck your mother?"
"I remember." That seemed a million years ago.
"Well, I like to watch his cock in action as much as you like seeing yours slip into me."
"But I could never watch anyone else," he said, wincing from the pleasure he felt slowly engulfing his upraised shaft.
"You watched George with your mother," she reminded him. "And don't tell me that didn't excite you."
"It did," he confessed. "I got so damn horny that I had to jack off."
"I don't think you'll have to do that so often anymore. You'll have me to fuck, and Marlene."
"After what I did to her?"
"That kind of lusty fury excites some women more than anything else."
"I'll never understand women," Tom said with a grunt of pleasure. Helen's full weight came down on his groin. His cock as in her cunt to the hilt, and she was milking it with wavering muscles somewhere deep inside.
Then Helen began to lift herself, rising until his cock was almost slipping out from the grasp of her wet cunt lips. She sighed, gritted her teeth and rammed back down.
Tom felt the throbbing inside of her and the warm writhing of her ass when she sat on him again, squirming her hips to work the root of his cock around like she was trying to twist it off.
She leaned far forward then, applying a new kind of wonderfully lewd stress to his cock shaft. "Suck on my tits while I pump back and forth on your cock. That will give your head something better to do."
He couldn't resist. Helen was swaying her tits back and forth above his gaping lips, lowering herself slowly until he could reach her nipples by extending his tongue. All that time, the pumping rhythm of her hips never slowed.
Tom licked one rigid nipple as it passed overhead. Then he caught the other and held it long enough to circle with his tongue. "Hunnngh," she gasped. He coudln't take anymore of her teasing. Tom clasped his arms around her back, and he pulled her down, forcing her tit all the way into his mouth.
Her whole body shivered. Tom lifted her, swayed his head to the other side, then hauled her down again, sucking madly on her firm tit. His tongue lashed her nipple while his lips pulled on her sun-bronzed cone of tender flesh.
Helen had never reacted so fiercely. She fucked herself back and forth on his cock, milking and wringing his prick, while he tongue-lashed first one tit, and then the other.
Tom bucked his hips to drive deeper in. He fucked his cock in her, pumping as hard and fast as he could. The violence of his fucking lifted her, almost jarring her lithe body off his cock. Then she dropped hard, increasing the delightful shock and seething friction that excited them both.
The frenzied sucking of his lips kept her tits anchored in his mouth, but he was battering the rest of her, making Helen's sleek body tremble with raging delight.
Rather than shrink away from his fury, she thrust herself at him even more. He rammed back and lifted her higher. Helen shrilled a cry of delight, then she swayed, pitching to the side, and the two of them tumbled off the couch, onto the floor.
They tipped over the coffee table as Tom scrambled to roll over on top of her. He just couldn't fuck hard enough from underneath, he wanted to use all his weight and young strength. If it was a wild, hot fucking that she wanted, he was going to give her all he had.
"Oooh! Gruuungh! Haaagggh! Tom, that's it! Oh, God! What a great fuck! Pound it in like you hate me. Fuck me hard and make it hurt!"
He did. He pinned her shoulders beneath his forearms and fucked her viciously with his big cock. He watched her eyes widen like two deep, green pools. Her lips moved, but she babbled meaningless sounds.
Tom bent down to kiss her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth with the same driving rhythm as his cock. She gasped and suckejd on his tongue. Her tongue twined around his, and her pussy hole clamped with seething, damp warmth around his prick.
He fucked her so fiercely that their lips flew apart. "Muunnngh," she groaned, still wide-eyed and dazed by the lewd pleasure he kept pumping in. "I'm cccuuummming, Tom! Don't stop! Fuck me harder. Don't let up now!"
The contractions of her orgasm increased his pleasure to the point where it became almost torture to keep fucking her. He wanted to ram deep and just let his cock fire, but he wanted even more to see just how much he could do.
Rasping for breath, he kept up the vicious fucking that made Helen wail and writhe with delight. She scissored her legs around him and squeezed.
"Fuck me, Tom! Fuck me as hard as you can! Keep it up. Don't ever stop!"
"Aaahhh," he sighed. He was running out of breath. His lungs burned and his balls ached. They kept slapping the crack of her ass, jarring the load of cum that had swollen inside and heated steaming hot.
He knew his cock was going to fire. Tom couldn't clamp the muscles at the root of the cock shaft enough to hold it. But he tried, squeezing down inside until the searing pressure brought tears to his eyes. He didn't want to disappoint her, but he couldn't wait another second.
"Now!" she cried. "Oh, God! Give it to me now! Fill me with your cum!"
Tom's explosive relief came not an instant too soon. In another second, it would have been hot jism, not tears, that filled his eyes.
He roared and fucked into her, one spurt after another. The heat of his liquid fire left Helen screaming, twitching and jerking. Two full minutes passed in the frenzy of their shared explosion of bliss.
They were both still gasping, thrilled by the joyous aftershocks, when George Cooper and Tom's sister, Jenny, walked in the door.
CHAPTER SIX
Tom was so relieved to see Jenny smiling and unhurt that he forgot for a second what he was doing. Her long golden hair had been ruffled and one soft strand drooped over her eye, but she obviously had not been shorn.
Jenny's bright smile of anticipation faded before she'd gone two steps into the room. George coughed, cleared his throat and closed the door behind them.
By then, Jenny was gaping, her soft young body stiff with shock. She gasped. "Tom, what in God's name are you doing?"
Tom looked at her with his mouth hanging open, his ass bare and his cock deep in George Cooper's wife. What could he say? That was one of those stupid questions a guy just couldn't answer.
It was George who broke the awkward silence. "We can all see what they're doing." He didn't seem at all upset, but Tom took that to be shock. He trembled at the thought of what the man might say or do next.
Tom pulled away from Helen, grabbed his shirt and used that to hide his long, dripping cock. "I ... I didn't mean to do it," he stammered, cheeks blushing beet-red with shame. "She ... she got me so excited...."
"Yeah, I'm sure she did." Cooper's tone was so flat that it was hard to read.
"I didn't take advantage of her," Tom hastened to explain.
Cooper nodded, his face still a mask of calm. Then he smiled. "I know you didn't, Tom. Helen is one of my best students. If she didn't like what you were doing, you'd be sprawled face down on the floor instead of the coffee table."
Helen sat up, smiling and straightening her hair. "It's all right, Tom. George knows how long I've been wanting to seduce you. We have no secrets from each other."
"Oh, Jeeezus." He took his first good breath since they walked in the door.
Jenny's stunned look of surprise brightened into a smile. Then, suddenly, she burst out laughing. Tom looked so silly to her, sitting there with his shirt in his lap, trying to hide his guilty prick.
"What's so damn funny?" he wanted to know. "Where the hell have you been? I was worried sick."
She couldn't stop giggling. "Yes, I can see how worried and sick you were."
"What happened with you and Monk's gang in the alley? I found one of your books and-"
"George came along at just the right time," she explained. "He was driving home and saw someone being dragged into the alley."
"But that had to be quite awhile ago. Where the hell have you been since? I've been all over-"
"All over Helen, you mean?" Jenny started smirking, trying not to laugh out loud.
"Don't get smart with me, Jenny!" Her attitude really pissed him off. "I want to know where you've been and what you've been doing."
"And I want you to quit watching over me like an old mother hen," she replied sharply.
"But look at you, your hair is mussed and your clothes are all ripped...." The front of Cooper's sport jacket had fallen open, and Tom could see her golden pussy curls. The sight shocked him at first, and even more when he noticed them gleaming with the dampness of female desire.
"I don't look any worse than you do, sitting there with your freshly fucked prick peeking out from under the tail of a shirt."
Tom scrambled to cover himself more completely. "We're going home right now!" he said.
"You can go home if you want, but I'm staying here."
"No, you're not. I won't let you." Tom had noticed how she kept glancing at George Cooper, smiling and batting her long-lashed eyes. "It isn't right!"
"You're a fine one to be playing mister high and mighty, prim and proper with me. I know what you were doing in the nurse's office this morning."
"How could you?" Tom was even more shaken now.
"Because a friend of mine sprained her ankle in gym class, and she heard plenty before you and Nurse Peters even knew she was in the office."
"Oh, my God!"
"It was no big surprise about her," Jenny went on. "All the girls at school say she's called Nurse Peters because that's what she does ... nurse peters."
Tom leaned up, forgetting to hold the shirt that had been covering his sagging, wet cock.
"I won't let you talk that way!" He rushed at his sister, but George stepped between them, still so calm that he hardly seemed human.
"Take it easy, Tom. Both of you have experienced a lot in the last night and day, maybe more than is good all in one big dose. But we can't change that, so we'll just have to make the best of it. Let's sit down and try to sort things out."
Tom felt suddenly deflated. He knew George was right. He also knew that his neighbor had saved her from Monk Randal and his gang of punks.
"All right...." Tom sat down and covered himself again. "But Mom will be worried if she gets home and finds we're not there."
"We stopped at home and left her a note," Jenny said. "She was planning to come over here later, anyway." Her stubborn anger had faded.
Tom sensed her mood and the new, more mature understanding that formed between them. "Sorry I snapped," he said.
"Me, too." Jenny smiled, warmly this time. Like a woman.
"I guess you're more grown up than I thought," Tom said.
"Funny, but George told me the same thing not too long ago."
"There, you see? We're making progress, already." Cooper's inner calm had a relaxing effect on them all.
They talked awhile, mainly to resolve Tom's mental conflicts about sex and ease the guilt he felt. Jenny was ahead of him in that way. While they were talking, she calmly removed George Cooper's sport jacket and took off the torn pieces of her own clothing that remained underneath.
Tom tried not to look at her, but his sister was such a beautiful girl that his gaze kept straying. He checked her ripening tits and pink nipples. But he looked even more at the golden-haired dome of her pussy mound.
George undressed, too, revealing his stocky, hard-muscled frame. The exertion of the fight in the alley and the excitement of Jenny's cock sucking in the car had put a sheening film of sweat on his rippled slabs of muscle.
Jenny watched with increasing interest, and Tom heard her gasp anxiously when George took off his undershorts to free his dangling cock. It was about the same size as Tom's but on the shorter, stockier built karate expert, it looked enormous.
"I think we've done enough talking for now," Jenny said, smiling eagerly as she took hold of Cooper's hand.
"Me too." He led Jenny to the master bedroom at the back of the house.
Tom's nerves tensed and his breathing almost stopped as he watched them go down the hall together. "It's like seeing an innocent young lamb being led to slaughter," he remarked.
"Oh, Tom...." Helen shook her head. "It's not as bad as all that. I think it's better for a girl to have her first experience with an older man. Would you like to watch them?"
"No," he said curtly. "I ... I couldn't. I don't even like seeing my sister without clothes."
"She's beautiful, isn't she?"
"Yeah, maybe that's the trouble. I could feel my cock starting to get hard for her. My own sister-" He broke off in a wail of dispair.
"I can see there's some more talking you need to do, but not right now. Let me take your mind off what they're doing." Helen turned around, and she lay her head in his lap, pulling away the shirt that covered his eager prick while she brought her face down.
Her red hair flared across his lap. It felt like soft fire against his thighs, and a heady scent drifted up from the tawny waves. Helen's searching lips avoided his cock at first, she was lifting it gently out of the way with her hands. She tongued his dangling ball-sac, and before Jenny and her husand reached the bedroom door, she had both of Tom's balls in her mouth. She rolled them around with soft, kittenish strokes of her tongue.
Jenny heard her brother's excited gasps as she entered the bedroom. "It doesn't sound like he's at all upset by what we're going to do," she said to George, who was admiring the supple, sweeping curves of her young body.
"It's more important how you feel," he said. "No second thoughts? No lingering desire to keep your cherry until the day you marry some nice young man?"
"None," she assured him. "You know how things are today. That nice young man will have fucked dozens of times by then, probably with several girls, and certainly with me before we ever agree to get married."
"You're probably right, but I wanted to make sure. Once we get started, there'll be no turning back. I might be a nice guy, but a man's stiff cock can be a real sonuvabitch!"
"I'm not afraid," Jenny said as she stretched out on the Coopers' large bed. But her pale blue eyes were widened as if in fear, and her breathing was erratic.
"Relax," he told her, stretching out beside the nervous little blonde.
"Do you want me to suck your cock again and make it really hard like I did before?"
"No, this time it's all my treat. You just put your head down and enjoy yourself." Reaching under the pillow on his side of the bed, he pulled out a pair of long, white fur mittens. When he put them on, the furry gauntlets reached almost to his elbows.
Jenny didn't notice what he was doing. She'd closed her eyes and was shivering in anticipation. She purred ecstatically when he stroked the sides of her flaring hips and the narrow indentation of her waist. "Hhhmmm, what's that?" she asked.
"Rabbit fur. You know how horny rabbits are supposed to be."
"Aaahhh, yes. And it's making me horny, too. It's sssooo silky soft against my skin." George was working his hands up her luscious young body, teasing his fingers in the hollows beneath her arms.
Jenny giggled and squirmed, then she swept his hands across her tits with a feather-light touch. "Huuungh," she gasped, rocking her shoulders back to feel more of his enticingly soft touch.
He swept his hands down then, across the slightly domed plane of her belly, over the top of her golden-haired pussy mound and on down the tapers of her inner thighs.
She purred and twisted like a cat, gasping as he continued to massage her body with a maddeningly soft touch that made her nerves tingle in a way that was pleasure and torture combined.
Jenny spread her legs wide, and George crouched down between them, bowing his head and sliding the fur mitts up to caress her tits and tease her nipples. His warm lips came down on her golden thatch of cunt hair at the same time. He nibbled and tugged playfully, working his mouth side-to-side and then down into her cunt slit.
"Hunnngh!" Jenny writhed in delighted agony. He was kissing the softly rounded slopes of her inner thighs. Sweet, tangy oils flowed hot and slick to the lips of her virgin cunt hole. Her pussy mouth cringed excitedly.
George was now working his mouth around on top of her cunt slit, kissing its puffed lips in tender adoration. His long tongue reached out to part the musky lips of her damp fuck hole. The tangy sweet taste and the pungent scent of cunt made his heart race. He lapped and swirled his tongue around, reaching deeper into her fleshy little slit with each stroke.
Jenny shrilled an excited cry when she felt the tip of his tongue in her for the first time. She jerked, startled by the intensity of the shocking pleasure it sent rushing to the depths of her pussy.
The deeper he reached, the more thrilling that unfamiliar set of Shockwaves became. They branched in the snug, deep hollow of her cunt. One jagged spear of lewd pleasure stabbed her asshole from the inside. She could feel her dark, puckered lips clenching and expanding like a gasping mouth.
Another searing hot wave flowed up her spine and exploded in the base of her skull. Jenny's head shook in a wide-spread tangle of golden waves. She babbled lewd sounds of desire, so torn by intense delight that she could not utter words.
George wasn't satisfied yet. He probed her pussy slit and circled his tongue around the button of her clit. Jenny screamed and jerked as though she'd been burned.
"Eat me!" she cried. "Eat my virgin pussy! Make it cum!" Jenny had fingered and teased her clit many times in search of the pleasures that her ripening body was starting to feel. But the best she could do was nothing compared to the stroke of Cooper's tongue and the sleek, gliding touch of his hands encased in white fur.
He parted her wet pussy lips even farther, worked his mouth in and sucked on her clit, making it stiffen and swell with surging pulses of sheer delight.
"Hunngh," she began grunting again and again, louder each time as the spasms of her first real orgasm began.
That lewd chant became higher pitched until it was a sharp wail, a long, warbling cry. Jenny arched her back, lifting her ass as she ground and twisted her begging cunt into his mouth.
Then she screamed long and hard. Her pleasure had become so extreme that her mind simply couldn't stand anymore.
Her passions had peaked, and she gave a long, weary sigh as she began a dizzying descent from ecstasy. George wasted no time. He didn't want the girl to calm herself completely. He stripped off the teasing fur mittens and guided his stiffened cock to the dripping slit of her cunt.
Jenny hardly felt the change. He worked his smooth prickhead around on her clit just as he'd done with the tip of his tongue. She gave a grunt and felt her jangling nerves start to spark signals of fresh joy.
His hands capped her heaving tits as his big cockhead settled in her cunt mouth. His thumbs found her nipples and twirled them as he began to fuck his cock in.
She felt the change then, the expansion of ringed muscles still clenched and shivering wetly from the thrill of her first climax. He fucked into her steadily, gently pressing on the seal within her virgin hole.
The little membrane stretched until it really hurt. Jenny's watery blue eyes flew wide, her lips fluttered, and then her cherry gave way. Its parting brought a stab of pain, but that changed almost at once to dizzying bliss. She had a cock in her, really in her for the first time.
She could feel its scorching heat and tense throbbing. Jenny gasped and her cunt muscles clenched as though to block the path of his fleshy prick.
George kept pushing into her, levering the sleek walls of her untouched pussy apart. Jenny sighed resignedly. She could do nothing to stop his throbbing cock. She didn't want to, but some instinct kept her cunt trying.
Her pussy slithered around his cock, pulsing and surging in shock. He enjoyed the wringing pleasure. Jenny would soon enough learn to control her fuck muscles but, until then, he would delight in frenzied spasms of unrestrained joy.
He bottomed in her, grinding his wiry cock hair on her golden-fleeced mound. Jenny grunted as she took his weight, eyes glazed by the stunning delight of feeling his cock in her so deep.
Then he began to draw back. She tipped her head down to watch his long cock shaft ease out from her clinging, soft pussy lips. The blue-veined probe was glossy with her sleek oils and smeared with traces of her virgin blood.
The ridge of his cockhead pulled by the tattered fringe of her cherry and sparked new pain. "Aaaggghhhh!" Then it sank back, feeling even better the second time.
Soon, he was pumping it faster, gliding his long cock in and out so fast that its red-smeared length blurred like a spinning barber's pole. She grunted and took each eager thrust, responding instinctively by arching her back, offering her pussy for more.
Feeling her eager responses, he fucked his cock faster, driving and twisting it in, mauling the pliant tube of her young pussy and making her love the spiral shocks of mixed pleasure and pain.
Jenny gulped and cried, "Oh, my God! I'm a woman. I'm fucking at last. My pussy is full, and I love it. Fuck me, George! Oh, get your cock in as far as you can."
He lifted her legs and encouraged her to clamp them around his waist. Jenny hooked her ankles in the small of his back and clenched hard, riding with his punishing cock thrusts.
"Hhhooo!" she cried. "Hhhhooo, it's happening again! I'm going to cum! I'm going to have my first climax with a man's cock. I'm going to cum and cum and cum!"
Spasms rocked the entire length of her bloody fuck tunnel. Dripping juice, tinted pink from her torn cherry, appeared on her pussy lips.
George was grinning ear to ear, his usual calm demeanor destroyed by the pleasure of giving the sexy young blonde her first cock-fired orgasm. He tangled his hands in her long golden hair, lifted her head and kissed her tenderly.
Jenny sighed and shivered joyously, then George thrust his tongue into her mouth and let his cock jet searing cum into her cunt. Both her head and her pussy recoiled, then came bounding back. She sucked hard on his tongue, and her writhing cunt muscles milked his gushing prick.
When she had to break their kiss to gasp a breath, Jenny cried, "Fuck me! Fill me full! Oh, your hot jism feels so good, even better than it did in my mouth!"
George kept pumping, draining himself, too weak with pleasure and too eager for more to waste breath on talk. He gave a fierce grunt when he pumped out his last drop, then sprawled atop her, enjoying the soft feel of her lush body beneath him.
He still trembled with the fading aftershocks of climax.
"We aren't done yet," George said, still half out of breath. "I want to fuck you again while your pussy is still so hot and quivering with my cum."
"Go ahead," she said invitingly.
By then, Tom had fucked Helen, and she'd changed his mind about watching his sister with George. He thought he might learn something from the more experienced male, and he had a craving to see Jenny that he wouldn't admit.
Both he and Helen were watching when the lusty little blonde gave a lewd grin and began fucking again.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Thea Morton worried all day about the noise she'd made with George Cooper the night before. She'd gotten so carried away with the thrills of sex after being lonely too long, it seemed impossible that her teenaged son and daughter could have slept all night through the clamor of grunts, cries and lewd wails.
It was a relief when she arrived home from work and found the house empty. She would not have to face her son and daughter right away. Then she found Jenny's note that said she was at the Coopers' house next door.
That surprised and puzzled her. She and George planned to fuck again that night over there. Helen knew, and she wanted to watch. The idea of that had shocked her at first, but Thea had quickly gotten used to the plan.
George had also told her that his wife enjoyed having sex with another woman almost as much as she did with a man. Helen wanted to share that pleasure with Thea, and the idea excited her. She'd been thinking all day about Helen's tall, sleek body and what a lewd delight it would be to lick and suck her tits and eat her sensuous pussy.
She left the front door unlocked in case Jenny had forgotten to take her key. She usually did. The young girl had become boy-crazy in the last year and could hardly think or talk about anything else. Thea was glad that Jenny had such a concerned older brother to watch over her. If she'd had any idea what Tom was watching Jenny do at that moment, Thea would have passed out from the shock.
As it was, she was humming a romantic little tune when she undressed and turned on a steaming hot shower, wondering what she might wear to the Cooper's that evening.
Monk Randal was leaving the hospital emergency room several blocks away just as Thea stepped into that shower. He wore a plaster cast on his broken hand and carried that in a sling across his chest. He walked with the awkward, rolling gait of a bear. Monk's balls still ached from George Cooper's vicious kick. And he had a friend hurt worse.
Thea was still humming, thrilled by the prospects of the evening to come. She soaped and scrubbed herself, then stepped out of the shower to admire her voluptuous body in the steamy bathroom mirror.
Monk Randal was muttering, sullen with rage. Most of his friends had deserted him after their stunning defeat in the alley. And even worse, a prime virgin pussy had been stolen away from him. He knew he would have to do something about both insults or lose all his power on the streets.
His two best friends walked beside him, the two Tom Morton had made look like fools that morning on the way to school. .Their mood was much the same as his, a dull rage that simmered up until it was about ready to explode.
And it did explode when the trio reached their basement hideaway. Monk's girl, Marlene, was still bound, lying on the mattress with a silly grin on her lips, her hair shorn off and her belly scrawled red with Tom's message.
"That bastard!" Monk snarled. "That sonuvabitch! He had no reason to do that! We hardly touched his God damn little sister!"
"Well, he sure touched me," Marlene said, still giddy from the thrills of a brutal fucking. "He fucked me silly."
"I'll kill him!" Monk almost screamed. "I'll cut off his cock and balls, and make him eat them!"
Marlene shuddered. Monk's friends were untying the tight knots that bound her. She decided not to relay the last message Tom had given her. She didn't want him hurt in any way. She thought that Tom might have a new interest in her now, even if she was almost bald.
Monk glared and said, "I know where that fucker lives, and I know what we're going to do!"
"Tom's not at home," Marlene lied. "He knew you might come looking for him."
"If he's not home, that's all the better. It's that young sister of his I want and, this time, no fucking karate expert is going to stop me!" Monk unlocked the gang's weapons chest, and he took out a small, cheaply made revolver.
He tucked it under his belt, covered it with his shirt and left with a twisted grin curling his lips. Tom Morton's house, his blonde sister and cruel vengeance were only a few blocks away.
Monk's two best friends had to hurry to keep up. The ache in his balls wasn't hurting him then. It had been replaced by the heat of raging lust.
Thea was toweling herself dry. She dabbed on a sultry perfume and began brushing her silvery hair, admiring herself again in the mirror above her dressing table.
"You're sexy as hell for a woman almost forty," she said to her smiling reflection.
She felt sexier still when she'd put on a low-cut strapless black bra with wire-rimmed cups that lifted and accented the glorious fullness of her womanly tits.
After that, she slipped on a pair of lacy black panties, so slim and sleek that they barely concealed her wedge of silvered cunt hair. Then she added a garter belt and long black stockings-she wanted to look her best that night for George and his cunt-craving wife, Helen.
When Thea heard the front door of the house click open, she assumed it was Tom or Jenny coming home, or maybe the two of them together. It startled her when she heard three sets of footsteps coming down the hall.
* * *
George Cooper fucked Jenny to three wild orgasms before even his superbly conditioned body had to relent.
"I've got to rest a few minutes, he said with rasping, uneven breath.
Tom stood mute and numb with fascination. Helen was breathing almost as hard as her husband. Before he'd even rolled off of Jenny's lush body, she was getting up on the bed from the other side.
"What ... what are you going to do?" Jenny asked.
"You'll know soon enough, and you'll love it," Helen promised. She lay beside the stunning blonde, mingling her fiery red tresses with waves of spun gold.
Helen brought her lips to Jenny's ear and whispered warmly, "I want to make love to you as only a woman can."
"Huh?" Jenny pulled away from her, hardly believing what she'd heard.
Helen murmured, "Your tender young body excites me as much as it does George. Maybe even more."
"I ... I don't know what to say."
Tom was even more startled by Helen's frank confession of sexual desire for his younger sister. He'd always assumed that a woman who lusts for others of her own sex must be some kind of bullish freak.
Helen was anything but that. Her sleek body was the very essence of graceful femininity. She might have been the model for the statue of a love goddess he'd seen once in an art museum. And now she was bending over Jenny's trembling lips, kissing her with a passionate hunger.
"Hunnngh." Jenny resisted at first, attempting to turn her head away. On the other side of the bed, she saw George watching intently, intrigued by his wife's desire. "Don't let her do this to me," she pleaded sorrow-
"I can't stop her," George said. "I've taught Helen almost everything I know about the martial arts, and she has more time to practice now than I do. Besides, I enjoy watching her. I love the way she can make a woman's cunt simmer and steam with desire. You'll be so hot to fuck again when she's through!"
"Ungh, no!" Jenny sat up, and she scrambled to get off the bed. "Tom, help me!"
Helen had caught the girl in an armlock and was pulling her back.
"You said you didn't want me watching over you anymore," he reminded her smugly. "Besides, watching her in action excites me even more than it does George. I've never seen anything like this before."
"No, no! Don't let her do this to me! Don't-" Jenny fell back with a gasp. Helen's sinewy arms twined with hers in a way that effectively immobilized the young blonde.
"Don't struggle," Helen said with a lewd grin. "Relax and enjoy all the pleasures that only two women can share." She bent down to kiss Jenny again, parting her lips with a soft, probing tongue.
"Grungh!" Jenny writhed helplessly, moaning as Helen's sensuous lips sealed themselves over hers. The blonde kicked her feet, distraught, useless motions that only added to her frustrations and Helen's delight.
"Aaagggh," the blonde groaned. "No!" She twisted her head away for a moment, but then Helen was on her again, kissing and thrusting with her greedy tongue.
Jenny's feet kicked weakly, then Tom watched her toes curl and her legs stiffen. He thought at first that Helen had used some kind of exotic paralyzing grip, but it was only the heat of her lips and the passionate thrusting of her tongue that had shocked his sister almost senseless.
In a moment, she had her arms locked around Helen's neck. She was gasping and squirming, returning her hungry kisses.
"I knew you'd like it," Helen said. She swayed her head down to kiss Jenny's nipples. She sucked them in to her mouth, working the girl's pink nipples with her tongue.
Jenny's wild kicking began again, but now it was an expression of the shocking pleasure she felt.
George slid off the bed and walked around to stand beside Tom near the door. "Quite a sight, isn't it?"
"It sure is! I ... I never thought-"
"Don't think. Just enjoy." Cooper never took his eyes off the beautiful pair on the bed.
Helen sucked and tongue-teased Jenny's tits until the girl was wailing lewd cries of distressed delight. She didn't like what was happening, but she was powerless against the lusty stroking of Helen's tongue and the pull of her soft lips.
"Oh, Helen!" she cried. "You're making my pussy burn. My nipples are so hard, I think they might explode. And all the heat from them is flowing into my pussy hole."
"I know, dear. And I'm going to suck that next. If you think George is good with his tongue, wait until you feel what I can do with mine!"
"Helen is a real competitor," George whispered to Tom. "She hates to be outdone."
Jenny was learning that in the most exciting way possible. Helen swiveled around nimbly, and she hunched down between Jenny's spread legs, savoring the special tang of freshly fucked cunt. The scent of it and knowing that she would soon be tasting her husband's slick cum made her mouth water.
She leaned forward, reaching her lithe arms up to Jenny's tits. Her nipples were stone-rigid, damp and still glistening from the teasing lashes of her tongue. Helen started her graceful fingers whirling around them, closing her hands to milk the girl with loving tenderness.
"Haaagh!" Jenny gasped. "My cunt is still dripping cum and blood from my broken cherry. You can't want to eat it like that!"
"Hhhmmm, yes I can. That's the way I like pussy best, full of tasty broth."
"Gruuungh!" Jenny winced when she felt Helen's lips glide over the seeping mouth of her cunt. It was a sickening obsession this woman had, she thought, but that did nothing to diminish the teen's pleasure. In fact, when she heard and felt the wet slurping of the redhead's tongue, it thrilled Jenny all the more. No one, not even Monk Randal, had ever hungered so wildly for her cunt.
"My wife looks like a tawny fox," George said to Tom. "But when it comes to eating pussy, she's a regular starving she-wolf."
"Yeah, she sure is...." But Tom's voice trailed off. He realized then that it wasn't watching Helen that excited him. It was seeing his sister in such a frenzy of desire.-Her glittering, golden-haired cunt looked more appealing than any he'd seen so far.
His cock strained and throbbed while he watched Helen's tongue lap and swirl between her pink lipped slit. His mouth dried with the heat of incestuous lust while seeing how Jenny's pink nipples bulged, the tender flesh below yielding to Helen's finger strokes. And he thought his cock might fire when he heard his sister's voice shrill desperately. "I'm going to cum! Fuck me! Fuck me with your tongue. Eat my clit and fill my pussy! Ooooh, huungh! I want it. I want it so bad!"
Tom said enviously, "Your wife is really getting her hot for you."
"Not for me," George said. "It's my cum she's tasting now, and it's my cock she'll be hungry for next. She'll want more, fresh from the source."
"But ... but what about Jenny? She's so hot, she'll go crazy without someone to fuck."
George replied slowly after pausing to think. "You've taken good care of your sister before."
Tom's mind reeled in shock. "Oh, yeah ... but not like that! I ... I can't!"
"You can't stop thinking about it, either, can you?"
"Er, no. I ... I guess not. But even if I wanted to, Jenny wouldn't allow it. Not that! I don't care how much she's grown or learned!"
"Don't be too sure. Helen is an absolute master at tormenting female emotions. She'll bring Jenny right to the brink of a blinding climax. Then she'll leave her begging for a big male cock-any one she can get. And since mine won't be available...."
Tom gulped, uncertain as to what he should do. His mind was made up when he heard Jenny cry desperately, "Fuck me, Helen. Ooooh, God! I'm so close. Fill my cunt and make me cum!"
The tall, stunning redhead eased her mouth away. "A man could do that better. My tongue is clever, but it's also very small."
"Yes, yes! I want a real fuck. I want a man's big cock! George, fuck me. Fuck me now!"
"George is going to be very busy," she said. "I want him now, and he wants me."
"But you can't leave me hot like this with nothing at all!"
"No, dear ... I would never do that." She motioned for Tom with a nod of her head. "There's another great cock waiting for you."
"There's no one else here but Tom. Tom?" Jenny's dazzled blue eyes flew wide. Helen was edging away from her, making room for Jenny's tall, handsome brother between her spread legs. "No! No! We can't do this. We can't!"
"I thought you were the one who was so grown up," he chided her. "Haven't you learned that hard cocks and hot pussies don't have a conscience?"
The shift was made as skillfully as members of a lifesaving team. Helen's tongue pulled away, and Tom's purplish, bulging cockhead took its place.
He stroked Jenny's swollen clit with the same teasing, spiral rhythm that Helen had used. Jenny gasped, then cried, "Oh, Tom! Oh, Tom! You can't do this to me, not you, of all people!"
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No. Oh, God, no! I couldn't stand that either. I'm going crazy. I don't know what I want anymore."
"Well, I can tell. I can feel the way your wet pussy lips are pulling and begging for my cock."
"Hungh," she groaned. He kept up the teasing, spiral cock-teasing of her clit until Jenny screamed, "Yes, God damn it! I can't wait anymore. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me, Tom. Fill my cunt and make me cum!"
"After the hard time you gave me earlier, I shouldn't let you tell me what to do." He was taunting her, enjoying her distress even more than Marlene's.
"You bastard! You want it as much as I do. I can feel your cockhead throbbing in the mouth of my cunt. You want to fuck me, I know you do. I think that's why you've been guarding my pussy for so long. You wanted it all for yourself. You wanted me all those years ... aaaggghhh!"
Tom lanced his cock into her and snarled, "Yes, I did! I've loved you as a brother, and I've loved you as a man. You're the most beautiful young girl I've ever seen. It's been hell living in the same house with you, wanting to fuck your gorgeous cunt!"
"You're fucking it now, and I don't want you to stop. Do you think you're the only one? I've seen how the girls chase after you at school-my big brother, the football star. I'm the only one you never looked at!"
He closed his eyes, trying to imagine that she was someone else-Angie, Helen or Marlene-anyone but his gorgeous younger sister. But not seeing her dulled the effect of her wondrous pussy writhing.
George and his adoring wife, Helen, waited long enough to see Tom open his eyes and tangle his hands possessively in his sister's glittering golden hair. They heard him say, "I want you! I've wanted you for so long!"
Then they slipped out the door. Helen smiled. "Shall we go to the spare bedroom?"
George shook his head. "Thea is due here soon. The living room would be better. I doubt that she's ready for what's going on here. We'll have to keep her busy for awhile."
"Yes, we will. Both of us. I'll lick and suck her cunt and get it steaming hot for you!"
Tom and Jenny heard none of that. They were too busy fucking. His hard body slapped on her softer one, making a drumming sound. Jenny gasped and moaned, taking in her brother's big cock with excited gasps that came closer and closer together as he fucked into her with all his might.
Helen had primed her for a great climax, and Tom delivered the final spark. Jenny's pussy flared, seething and swirling, milking her brother's cock dry.
Jenny's cunt spasms had a freshness that Tom enjoyed more than any other's. And when she lay gasping, her sleek pussy still pulsing, Jenny sobbed, "Oooh, Tom. That was so good ... and so wrong. I can't think of anything better, or anything worse."
"I can. I could have been fucking our mother."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Thea saw them coming toward her down the hall. She jerked back and tried to lock the bedroom door. She couldn't. It would not even close completely. She was wrestling with a heavy dresser, straining desperately to bar their way, when Monk Randal's booted foot slammed into the open edge of the door.
The crashing blow tipped over the dresser and knocked Thea backward, arms flailing. She sprawled across the bed, her lush body jiggling in her lacy black underclothing and sexy garter belt.
Monk shouldered the door, grunting like a bull, crashing the overturned dresser aside as he charged into the room. His two friends followed, both leering and licking their lips.
Only the gang leader seemed immune to Thea's charms. Monk hardly appeared to notice that one of her big tits had been jarred from the cup of her scanty bra. It was Jenny he wanted and Jenny he planned to have.
"Where's your daughter?" he snarled.
"She's not home," Thea said, trying to readjust her bra.
"I know that. We checked all the other rooms before we got here. I asked you where she was."
"I ... I don't know," Thea stammered, still with one large tit hanging out. That was flatly a lie. She'd read Jenny's hastily scrawled note and left it lying on the living room coffee table. Thea knew that Jenny was next door at the Coopers' house, but she was prepared to suffer any indignity-even death-before telling the hard-faced trio of young males where she was.
"I'm going to ask you one more time," Monk said, pausing dramatically while he lifted the front of his shirt and drew the ugly little black revolver awkwardly with his left hand. "Where is Jenny?"
Monk's broken right hand was encased in no plaster, hanging across his chest in a sling. With his left hand, he thumbed the hammer back and pressed the muzzle of the crudely made illegal gun to her ear.
"Where is Jenny?" he repeated, his voice as cold as the click of the hammer.
"I told you, I don't know."
"One little twitch of my trigger finger could splatter your brains all over the wall," Monk warned in an icy voice.
"I know that, but I don't know where Jenny is, or when she'll be home."
Monk flashed a brief look of angry disappointment. Thea had convinced him that she was telling the truth. More than that, she had at last attracted his complete attention. He studied her, eyes darting from her lush tits to her silken sheathed crotch, then back again.
Smiling, Monk set the gun on a bedside table. "Maybe it's just as well she ain't here. You've got a lot better body, and us all fucking Tom's mother might be an even better way of getting even with him."
His two friends grinned and chuckled. Monk ran his fingers through her silver hair. Thea lunged and made a grab for the gun. Monk clamped his hand in her hair, and he yanked her back.
Thea cried and slapped him across the face. With one arm in a cast and a sling, Monk was poorly prepared to defend himself. The side of his cheek blazed with the imprint of her hand.
The other two leaped forward and grabbed her arms, pulling her down on her back and pinning her. She hissed and tried to kick Monk, but he dodged out of the way. The bitch would not catch him unwary again.
He began stripping off his grimy clothes, leering at her as he hoisted out his angry cock. "Take a good look, lady. This is the first of three hot pricks you're going to get tonight."
"All night," the taller of his two friends said.
"She'll probably love it. A lonely slut like her, I bet she ain't been fucked in over a year."
Monk laughed and said, "Is that right, lady? Has a luscious bitch like you been without cock that long?"
Thea didn't answer. She was squirming and twisting her arms, trying to break free. It was a useless struggle, but Monk enjoyed watching it. The tit that had been jarred out of her bra now jiggled entrancingly before his eyes.
Monk bent down grinning, the twist of his mouth seeming to merge with the scar on his cheek. He smacked a rough kiss on Thea's bare nipple and heard her gasp in disgust. He pulled her bra down and kissed her other lush tit, sucking on it while his tongue whirled around the nipple.
"Haaagh!" she groaned. "Stop it, please. Let me go!"
Monk laughed. "No way. I got this far with that sexy little blonde daughter of yours. Now nothing is going to stop me!" Lashing down with his left hand, he ripped off her black panties.
Thea heaved a wracking sob and clamped her eyes shut. The futile struggling had exhausted her. She lay gasping, trying to catch her breath. Monk dropped on his knees by the edge of the bed, and he pushed his face between her gartered thighs.
"No," Thea cried. "Don't touch me! Don't-hunnngh!" He raked his tongue between her pussy lips, then curled it around her clit. She twitched and writhed, but Thea could not stop her body's natural responses.
A surge of lurid, unwanted pleasure made her cunt seethe and ooze its musky scented oils.
"This lady gets hot in a hurry!" Monk said. His friends laughed, eager for their turn with Tom's well-stacked mother.
Thea's anticipation of an exciting evening with the Coopers had her pussy warm and pulsing softly before the lewd trio burst in. Now she felt wrenching spasms as Monk hungrily licked and sucked her cunt, lashing her swollen clit until she had to scream.
Monk swiped her sensitive nub again, and he nibbled it with his lips just to hear her whine and plead. "Fuck me, you bastard. You're making me want your cock, whether I like it or not."
"Oh, you'll like it," he assured her. "I'm just not sure that one cock at a time will be enough for a horny slut like you ... Danny," he said to the shorter of his two friends. "You can hold both her arms. Lem, you come around and fuck her in the ass while I'm screwing her cunt!"
"Hey, yeah!" Lem obviously liked that idea. He was already stripping off his clothes.
Danny grumbled, but he had his hands full trying to restrain both of Thea's flailing arms.
"Not two of you at once, please! Oooooh, no ... no!"
They pitched Thea on her side and Monk got up on the bed facing her, guiding his thick, hairy rooted prick with his left hand. He was grinning and making animal noises. Lem got around behind her, pumping his stiff cock.
"Fuck it in hot and dry. I want to hear her scream and feel how her pussy will go crazy with pain," Monk demanded.
Thea moaned in despair, helpless between the two of them. Monk was prodding her wet clit with the tip of his cock. Lem poked at her from behind, making the puckered rim of her shithole squirm in fear.
"She's got a hot, sweet cunt," Monk said. "I always heard that bitches her age are the best fucks, but I never knew for sure. Not until now." He slanted his thick cock down, then rammed it in.
"Gruuungh!" Thea was driven back by the violence of his long, stabbing thrust. That jammed her ass onto the spear of Lem's cock, waiting so close behind.
Contracting waves of motion gripped Monk's thick prick. It felt as large and hard as the cast on his arm. He laughed and fondled her lush tits with his left hand, squeezing her roughly to make her squirm even more.
"Show me how much you like my cock, bitch. Fuck it. Hump that silvery cunt of yours all over it before I decide to crush one of your beautiful, big tits!"
"Aaaggghhh!" Thea tried, but the cock up her ass burned like a hot poker. She could hardly stand the pain of moving at all.
"I said, fuck it, mother! With my hand all banged up like this, I can't fuck you as hard as I'd like to. It hurts-"
"It hurts me, too!"
"Good. You remember to tell that to Tom. Fuck her ass harder, Lem. I want to feel that pussy of hers go insane."
"Christ, Monk, her ass is so tight inside, it feels like she's peeling the hide off my prick."
"I'll cut the damn thing clear off if you don't get her jacked up to screw me like a horny slut should!"
Lem gave a grunt and thrust harder, sinking the whole length of his hot young prick in her ass. Thea's lush body jerked with wracking spasms of red-hot pain.
They were both timing their thrusts, fucking in at the same time front and back. There was no way to bend and ease the force of their driving thrusts. She was trapped between them, being brutally fucked twice.
Thea gasped horrified sounds. Monk's foul breath gushed into her face. Lem was behind her, kissing the back of her neck almost tenderly while he raped her ass with all his might.
"Haaagh! Hunnngh! Hhhhoooo!" Thea's mind spun in dizzying circles. Her eyes watered and blinked from the double pain and humiliation.
"Now we've got her fucking!" Monk said. "Come on, lady! Fuck my cock, and tell your daughter how good it feels. Tell her how many times I made you cum!"
Thea hated to thrill them by having a climax, but her sensitive fuck nerves kept tingling and jangling as her excitement increased. The slim, taut sleeve of her shithole relaxed a little and began to pulse on Lem's driving cock. Her pussy rippled its wave-like lust motions the whole length of Monk's cock.
The pitch of her anguished cries went up. Thea was shrilling in a voice taut with dreaded delight. She was being double raped and made to like it. Her head swirled back and forth in a cloud of flying silver hair.
"We got her going," Monk said. "She's gonna come in her pussy and ass at the same time. That oughta blow her mind!"
"Fuck her! Fuck her!" Danny was shouting. He was eager for his turn. Watching Thea's ripe body being rammed back and forth really had his cock on a rampage.
Thea sobbed, "Oh, shit! I can't stop it. I'm going to cum! I'm going to climax all over both of your vicious cocks!"
"And then mine," Danny reminded her. "I can hardly wait to fuck that soft ass of yours!"
Thea let out a long wail, an eerie, twisted cry of anguish and blessed relief. Lem's cock was spitting hot jism into her ass. It slicked her wringing, tight cunt hole and made his brutal thrusting less painful.
Monk's cock was gushing in her pussy hole, flooding it with one searing burst after another. She had forgotten just how much jism young males have to shoot off, and she was getting double that now. Her writhing body glazed with the sweat of frenzy. Thea sobbed and soared to a screaming climax, comforted only by thinking that she'd spared her young daughter from this.
Monk hardly paused for breath. He was counting on his anger and the heat of her tortured pussy hole to keep his prick hot. "You guys can trade places now. I'm going to fuck her cunt again. I want it so full that it's still leaking cum when Tom gets home."
Lem pulled out of her ass, and Danny came around behind, furiously stripping himself naked. Thea's arms remained free for an instant, but she was too weak from the cringing shocks of her hated climax to move.
"This time around, I'm going to make her suck my wet cock while you two are fucking," Lem said.
"Hey, how come I didn't get to do that?" Danny protested.
"Because you didn't think of it, asshole."
"Neither did I," Monk said, "but I like the idea, don't you Mrs. Morton? You'll have three cocks to please this time, one to suck and two to fuck."
She could only whimper and try not to think about it.
Monk never did stop driving his cock in. Danny got behind her, and he kept prodding with his short, thick cock. He found it hard to aim at the snug lips of her ass because Monk's thrusting jarred her so much.
Lem came around and got down in front of her face, wagging his cum-dripping cock under her nose. It smelled rank like a stinking fart, and the sight of it made Thea's throat shudder and clench in revulsion.
"You're gonna suck it, lady. You're gonna suck it like you like it. You're gonna make me cum, and you're gonna drink it all down without spilling or spitting out a drop. You got that?"
Thea nodded fearfully, sickened by the thought. Then she cried out in pain. Danny had found her ass, and he was reaming, twisting the root of his cock in a vicious spiral when he slammed it into her ass.
She could feel the rough scrape of his wiry pubic hair and the searing heat of a fresh cock that made her ass burn. She'd have screamed again, but Lem was stuffing his prick into her mouth.
"Gluuungh!" she moaned.
The cock in her mouth tasted worse than it smelled, and it was gliding down her throat, forcing her to tilt her head. Even with it angled correctly, Thea thought she might gag.
Her jaw clenched and her teeth raked Lem's prick as he eased back for another throat-filling thrust. He yelped and said, "Easy, bitch! Do that again, and I'll break your pretty neck so you can turn your head clear around and watch Danny fuck your ass!"
They all laughed at that and delighted in punishing the woman with their triple cock-pounding. They wracked and twisted her ripe body, ramming back and forth, all of them fucking as hard and fast as they could.
In a few minutes, Thea came again. She made no effort to fight against the rising tide of passion as this orgasm began. She felt her body relax and flow with it, grunting and heaving eagerly as her mind began to blur.
It was the longest and strangest climax of her whole life, the first that ever exploded simultaneously in three places at once. Before it was over, jism bubbled from her flooded cunt and ass, all of it whipped like cream.
And Thea had come twice more like that before anyone began to wonder what had delayed her for so long.
"Thea got home quite awhile ago," Helen was saying. "I'm surprised she isn't here by now."
"Maybe she's not coming," George said with a shrug. "She might be having second thoughts about our little threesome tonight."
"She might at that. I'll go over and see if I can persuade her."
"Don't stay too long and start sucking her cunt over there. We're supposed to share, you know."
Helen grinned and asked, "Have I ever kept anything from you, George?"
"No, you haven't. That's why I'm so eager to have you back."
"Don't shit, me, George. It's Thea you want most right now." She was slipping on her long black robe, slit far up one side. The silky dark fabric shimmered and clung to the sleek curves of her body.
When Thea didn't answer her second loud knock, Helen tried her front door. It was unlocked, so the towering redhead opened it and called, "Thea? It's me ... Helen. Where are you? What are you doing?"
"You'll never guess," she said in a strange tone. "Come on back to the bedroom."
Monk was holding the gun to her head. His two naked friends were both grinning, intrigued by the sultry voice of the new arrival.
Helen walked into the bedroom, unsuspecting. Monk immediately turned the gun on her.
"Join the party," he said with a sneering grin. "We need some fresh pussy."
"We especially need one as tall and sexy as you," Lem said.
"She looks like a fucking dragon lady in that Oriental robe," Danny said.
Helen smiled deceptively and walked toward Monk, swinging her hips and letting her long, tapered leg show through the slit of her robe. "If it's pussy you want, you don't need that gun. I've got more than all three of you can handle."
"Oh, yeah?' Monk had been sitting on the edge of the bed, naked except for his plaster cast and the sling to support it. Now he stood to face Helen, sweeping his eyes up and down as a wicked grin of appreciation warped his scarred face. "You think you can take on all three of us at once?"
"I'm sure of it." Helen was still smiling, apparently unruffled by the gun aimed at her face. "But, like I told you, you don't need that gun." Her lean upper body lurched to one side as Monk approached.
The quick move startled him, and the gun went off, but the shot thudded harmlessly into the wall. Helen's long, graceful leg blurred out of the split of her skirt and she whirled, wheelkicking the gun from his hand before Monk could get off another shot.
Her bare foot hit the back of his left hand with such force that Monk heard the bones crack. "Oh, no! Not again!" The little revolver bounced off the wall, then went skidding under the bed.
Lem made a dive to retrieve it, but Helen's knifeedged hand caught him across the back of the neck as he bent down. He staggered like a drunk, tripped over the legs of the overturned dresser and crashed down in a groaning heap.
Danny rushed at her, furious because the gang already had lost two fights that day, and now they were getting creamed by a gorgeous redhead that he was really hot to fuck. He grabbed Helen from behind a split second after she'd leveled Lem.
She lifted her foot, then stamped down, on his with her heel and heard the satisfying crunch of bone again. Danny yelped, hopping on one foot until Helen rammed the point of her elbow back into the pit of his gut.
Danny's breath gushed, and he doubled over. She whirled and slashed with her knife-edged hand again. The kid never knew what hit him. Danny was unconscious before he hit the floor.
"Get them out of here," she told Monk. "And don't ever come back. If I ever see or hear of you bothering this family again, my husband I will both come looking for you. He's the one who broke your right hand in the alley this afternoon. If there's a next time, it's that prick of yours that will be wearing a cast for six months."
"Oh, shit...." Monk was shaking his head and clutching his second set of broken fingers to his chest.
"Get your two sleeping friends out of here," Helen said impatiently.
"How can I do that with two broken hands?"
She grinned, cat-like, poised as a panther ready to leap. "You're the gang leader, you figure it out."
CHAPTER NINE
Tom and Jenny were both pleased to hear that Monk's gang had been, as Helen put it with a grin, " ... strongly encouraged to get their kicks elsewhere."
Thea was not so pleased by the strange smiles and glances that her children exchanged. And she was even more distressed when George Cooper began to explain some of what had happened that afternoon.
Jenny was wearing a negligee that belonged to Helen, a pale-blue, filmy thing which was almost the same color as her twinkling eyes. What George didn't tell her, Thea guessed. Her daughter had that look of a just-fucked young girl who enjoyed it a lot.
When George, then Tom confessed and took credit for that, Thea's mind swirled and she thought she might faint. Without thinking, she snapped herself alert again and began to deliver a stern lecture of morals.
Jenny cut her off right away. "Mom, you're a fine one to talk. Tom and I both heard you with George last night. In a way, that's what started this all."
"Oooh," Thea said in a limp voice. Her strangely thrilling climaxes with Monk and his gang had shattered her emotions and her ideas about sex. What she was hearing now scattered the pieces. "Well, none of us can change what was aleady been done. All we can do is pull ourselves together and decide what to do next."
"We've already decided," Jenny said. "Tom, George and I did while you were with Helen, getting cleaned up and dressed."
George winked at his stunning, fiery haired wife and asked, "Is that all you two did over there?"
"Of course it is!" Thea snapped. She didn't like the idea of talking, or even hinting, about the desire the two women shared, not in front of her children.
"Mom," Tom said patiently. "We already know what you were planning to do with Helen and George tonight. And none of us can think of a reason to change that. It's too late for any of us to try hiding our feelings and pretending to be innocent when we're not."
"We are going to change one thing," Jenny insisted. "After all you went through over at our house, you must be craving tender woman sex even more than before ... so both Helen and I want to warm you up."
Thea gaped at her young daughter. "You?"
"Yes, what two women could be closer than a mother and daughter? Who could love you better?"
"I ... I don't know." Thea's well-ordered life seemed to be coming apart, crumbling before her very eyes.
"Maybe I could," Tom suggested. His mother had put on the filmy black chiffon dress she'd been planning to wear when Monk and his friends burst into the room. Her lush body looked so sexy to him.
Thea knew what her son meant. On the way out of her bedroom with Helen, she'd noticed the splatters of his dry cum on her door. Monk's jarring kick had scattered some of them like flecks of chipped paint, but after one sniff Thea knew what it was ... and what her son had been doing while watching her through the crack in the door the night before.
It had shocked her at first, but it excited her now. Tom looked a great deal like the husband she'd lost. He was younger, of course, his handsome face not yet care-worn or wrinkled. It would be a little like going backward in time if she gave in to his desire.
Even considering sex with her son made Thea's body tremble with an odd mixture of passion and guilt. But she would have time to think about that. Helen and Jenny wanted her first, and the man agreed quickly because they could both use the rest.
Helen started clearing furniture from the middle of the living room, and George took a large roll of foam matting out of the foyer closet. It looked like a wrestling mat, but the top cover wasn't canvas, it was a silky black velour.
"This will save us all a lot of time bounding in and out of different beds," he said as he rolled it out in the space Helen had cleared. "And, since none of us have secrets to hide anymore...." He smiled at Thea and let his voice fade off.
Her mind was still a befuddled mess. She'd believed firmly all her life that some things should only be enjoyed secretly, and others-like incestuous sex-never enjoyed at all. The heat of her own restless desire began crumbling those familiar beliefs. Now other events, largely beyond her control, had made a shambles of all the morals she'd held so dear. When her daughter, Jenny, beckoned her to a place in the middle of the mat, Thea was too weak and shaken to resist.
"Isn't she just gorgeous?" Jenny asked with obvious pride. "Look at the way that low-cut dress and skimpy little bra shows off her beautiful tits!"
"Hhhmmm, yes!" Helen agreed. "And the way the soft fabric drapes over her luscious ass!" The redhead stepped behind Thea, gazing fondly and breathing faster as she inched down the zipper of her dress.
George and Tom were both watching, and the older man whispered, "I'm almost sorry that Helen ran off Monk and his gang. With three pussies as hot as those to please, we could have used a little help."
"A little," Tom said confidentially. "Not a lot."
"Amen!"
"Are you going to fuck my mom?" Tern asked hesitantly.
"Only if you change your mind between now and then. I've seen the way you've been looking at her. I know what you want to do. And frankly, I'd rather do it with your sexy little sister next time."
"Oh," Tom said gravely. He was running out of excuses. It would have freed him from making a difficult choice if George had wanted his mother the next round. "What about Helen? Won't she be really anxious to fuck after getting my mother all fired up?"
"Helen's a big girl, and she's used to this. She can take care of herself."
Tom laughed uncomfortably. "Yeah, just ask Monk Randal." He couldn't avoid the issue that way either. In the next few minutes, he'd have to decide if he really wanted to fuck his own mother.
It might have been easier to decide in the heat of rage, but Tom's anger had drained away with the constant firing of his big cock. He no longer had any desire to punish her for things no worse than what he'd done. Monk and his gang had given her more than enough of that. What Tom Morton decided was that he wanted to share his mother's love in an entirely new way.
Helen was helping Thea out of her filmy black dress, baring her gorgeous big tits and her shapely ass. She had not bothered to replace the panties Monk had torn. She stood all but naked in her skimpy little underwired bra, black garters and long mesh hose.
Tom gulped when he saw the silvery gleam of her cunt hair and reconfirmed his hasty decision. At that moment, his mother looked to be the most sexy and appealing woman in the room. Tom could not control his passion for her any more than he could stop the painful throbbing of his big cock.
Helen unclasped Thea's bra, then let it drop. Jenny smiled and kissed her mother's lips, throwing open the front of her pale blue negligee so that their naked tits touched.
Thea gasped, her mind still uncertain, but her passions completely out of control. She rocked her shoulders back and forth, raking her nipples across those of her daughter's budding tits. The warmth and closeness thrilled them both.
Jenny bowed her head down to kiss her mother's bare nipples-one, then the other. She spread her lips and sucked gently the next time, twirling the woman's hard, fleshy nub with her tongue.
"Huuuunnngh!" Thea gasped. Jenny's sucking and stroking was so gentle. Instead of crushing guilt, she felt a wave of relief ... and a surging of sexual desire. She saw her son watching, his eyes rapt, his big cock getting steely hard.
Helen lifted Thea's silver hair, and she kissed the back of the woman's neck so passionately that it made her pussy tingle and start to pump fresh fuck honey again.
Jenny sniffed that and dropped to her knees, fluttering the pale blue negligee around her. Her hands continued to caress Thea's big tits, fingers and thumbs softly teasing her tender flesh and lightly twirling her nipples until they were engorged with the hot blood of raging desire.
Helen went down to her knees, too, her silky black robe pooling with a sigh. She circled her slender arms around Thea's legs and began to caress Jenny's tempting young tits.
"Aaahhh," the girl sighed. That move both surprised and delighed her. She leaned forward more, into Helen's inviting hands, and she began to kiss her mother's cunt.
"Hunnngh!" Thea arched her back, drawing her pussy away from her daughter's mouth. But Helen was waiting behind her. The redhead's teasing tongue reached between the cheeks of her ass and circled the puckered rim of her shithole.
"Aaagggh!" Thea thrust her hips forward, away from Helen's obscene kiss. Jenny reacted with a gasp of delight and whirled her tongue around in her mother's pussy slit. She wasn't sure yet if Tom had made up his mind to fuck her, but Jenny wanted her crazy hot if he did because she'd already made up her mind to watch.
Between the two lusty women, blonde and redhead, Thea could not escape. She didn't want to. Her clit was sucked and stroked as she rocked forward, her ass kissed and tongue-probed when she rocked back. It was a slow-burning kind of tender madness, nothing at all like being brutally caught between two angry and lusty young males.
Thea felt the heat in her groin become so intense that her knees weakened as though held together by warm jello. "You'd better lie down before you fall down," Helen said sympathetically. Even she had never enjoyed sex with two women before, but she'd vowed that she would before this night was through.
Thea reclined on the soft velour mat, still gasping and weak from the wild pleasures she felt. She lay on her back with her rubbery legs spread. Helen and Jenny both bent down over her, each kissing and sucking one tit.
Their hands reached down like two puppets controlled by the same string. Helen circled her middle finger around Thea's clit while Jenny plunged hers into her mother's cunt like a miniature cock.
"Oooh, God!" Thea tossed and writhed. Their four-pronged attack was driving her crazy, heating her cunt like it had never been before. Musky scented fuck honey ran out and into her daughter's palm.
The lewd pair kept sucking her tits, pinning Thea's thrashing body to the mat with only the force of their warm lips. And they kept twirling and finger-fucking her cunt in a tangled frenzy of all female lust.
Any haunting doubts Tom might have had vanished when he heard his mother cry, "Jeeezus Christ! Somebody save me from these two bitches. Fuck my cunt! Oh, please ... one of you men please fill it with cock!"
Helen and Jenny both flicked sideward glances to where Tom and George had seated themselves on the couch to watch. George made a move to rise. Thea was watching too. She gave a sigh of disappointment. She'd expected her son to respond and fuck her eager cunt.
Then George shrugged and settled back with a smile. "See? I told you, it's you she wants most right now."
"Yeah...." Tom leaped up, bounding over the coffee table.
"Oooooh, Tom!" Thea moaned. "You do love me. You do want me most of all!"
At the time, Tom knew nothing of the gradual, slow-building pain a woman feels watching a boy grow into a man, knowing that someday he must leave her. Thea would explain all that later. Much later. Right then, all either of them wanted was a great fuck.
"Oh, Tom! I've wanted this for so long. And when your father was killed, I dreamed every night for a year that you would come to my bedroom and take his place." The long-hidden truth came babbling out.
"I'm not doing that," he said. "I'm not my father's photocopy, and I'm not your idea of what you think I should be. I'm me! And I have to live my own life my own way ... right or wrong."
"Yes, Tom. I understand." She gazed up at him fondly. He was hardly more than a boy the night before, but now a man stood over her with a man's big cock throbbing so fiercely that it made Thea drool.
"I want to hear it from your own lips," he told her. "I don't want to hear any excuses later on. Don't try to tell me you didn't know what you were doing. Don't try to tell me it was blind passion, or that it was all my fault. You lie there, spread your legs and say my name!"
"Yes, Tom!"
"And you tell me what you want me to do."
"I ... I want you to fuck me."
'Why?" he asked with calm that surprised all those who were watching.
"Because I love you! Because I want to fuck my son. Be-because I want to. Oh, God, please don't make me wait! Please don't make me beg and shame myself more than I have already. Fuck me, Tom! Fuck your mother!"
"I plan to. I just wanted to make sure that we finally understand each other after all these years." Tom dropped on his knees between her spread legs, guiding his cock with one hand while he stroked back his sandy blonde hair with the other. A soft, understanding smile curved his lips.
"Hhhooo," she sighed.
He was wagging his cock expertly on the swollen nub of her clit, picking up the rhythm that Jenny's lewd tongue had started. Tom had learned a lot, perhaps too much for a young man, in the last twenty-four hours. And now he was putting it all to work, determined not to punish his mother, but to give her the best orgasm of her entire life.
He leaned down, pressing on his steely cock shaft until its balled tip found the wet slit of her cunt. Jenny's sucking and licking had prepared it perfectly, and watching her had filled his prick with vigor like nothing he'd ever felt before.
Inch by inch, he began easing his cock in. He watched his mother's eyes widen and glaze with a mist of tears. First it was shock, then shame, and finally thrilling excitement she felt. This wasn't a boy's prick. It was a man's cock, and it was filling her full while her daughter and two neighbors looked on.
"Oooh, God. Oooh, Tom!" He was taking too long. A fast, hard and cruel thrust like one from Monk or a gang member would have been easier to take. This she had to think about. This she could have stopped just by screaming, "No!"
But Thea couldn't bring herself to even whisper the word. Tom was kissing her, twining his tongue with hers, making her want him all the more. And still he kept pushing so slowly, gliding back into the cunt he originally came out of.
Her contractions now were even stronger. Thea's pussy grasped and squeezed his cock needfully.
"I love it!" she cried. "I don't care if it's wrong, I adore your big cock. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fill my cunt and make me cum!"
George leaned over and whispered to Jenny who'd taken a seat on the couch beside him. "I'm planning to fuck you next," he said. "I hope you don't mind, but I'd like to watch this first."
"Shit no, I wouldn't miss it for the world!"
"Neither would I," Helen said in a hushed voice. She was sitting on the other side of George, wondering what she would do when he started in again with Jenny ... probably before Tom got through with his mother. She was thinking wryly, there are some problems even in a seemingly ideal and perfectly free sex life. The fiery redhead was jealous already.
Tom didn't care. He was too happy fucking his mother. Her seething hot pussy was the best so far. It twined and twisted itself around the plunging spear of his cock. Her flared hips bucked and her clinging sleeve of fuck flesh engulfed his prick pulsing and throbbing with lust heat like nothing he'd ever known.
"Aaaggghhh," he groaned. "Mom, you're the best. The fucking best!"
"Better than Nurse Peters?" she asked. "Better than Helen and her fiery haired pussy?" That all had come out in their brief and at first shocking conversation.
"Better than both of them put together," he gasped, fucking harder and faster, hating to waste the breath saying words.
"Better than Marlene? Better than your sister with all her silky golden hair?" She was spurring him on, whipping Tom with words as a jockey would a horse with leather in the home stretch.
"Better than them, too," Tom agreed with a lusty grunt. He was wringing his prick, winding her hips around in a way that he'd never felt. Thea wasn't just fucking his cock, she was trying to devour it.
Helen and Jenny both bristled when they were mentioned as being second best. George liked that. He knew it would make them both better later on. "Too bad about you idle runner-ups," he said, fanning their flaming jealousy even more.
"You fucker!" they both snarled. But not one of the three could turn away from the lewd spectacle being played out before them. It was Jenny who shouted, "Go, mother fucker! Fill her cunt! Make her cum!" She was only voicing what she hoped soon someone would be doing to her.
"Fuck her long and hard!" Helen chimed in. "Show her all the moves I taught you!"
Tom did his best to oblige them both, but mostly he was interested in pleasing his mother. Her cunt was a seething pit, voracious as a shark's mouth, but lacking teeth. She chewed on his cock with a tiny jaw of soft flesh. It was so hot and slithering smooth that it made even his jaded, over-fucked prick fire before Tom was really ready.
Thea grinned as her wavering cunt muscles milked on his gushing cock. "We'll take longer next time, Son. But I hope you understand ... this time, I just had to prove to you that a mother's love is the strongest of all!"
CHAPTER TEN
The doorbell rang before anyone in the room had fully recovered from the screaming intensity of Thea's orgasm with her son. Tom was still gasping, delighted by the quivering aftershocks of his mother's pussy. Thea sprawled limp with all of her lush body's power concentrated in the muscles of her cunt.
Helen sprang up to answer the door, knotting the belt of her silky black robe, determined to get rid of whoever it was in one hell of a hurry. She opened the front door just a crack, so as not to share the view on the mat with whoever decided to come calling at such an inopportune time.
When she saw Monk Randal's scarred face, she leaped back, letting the door swing wide as her slender hands flashed up suddenly.
"Easy, lady!" Monk made a helpless gesture. Both of his arms were in casts and slings now. "I only came to apologize." He nodded down to a bunch of flowers tucked into the fold of one sling. "I swiped them off a nurse's cart at the hospital," he confessed sheepishly.
"Then leave the flowers outside," Helen told him. "I'll return them first thing in the morning. We don't want anything that was taken that way."
"But your apology is accepted," George said quickly. "Come on in and close the door. We don't want the whole neighborhood watching."
Monk saw why when he hesitantly entered the Coopers' living room. Tom had just rolled off of his mother and was lying naked beside her on the plush mat. Thea still looked glassy-eyed with delight, and Tom's cock was glossed with a sheening film of fresh cum. It wasn't hard to guess what they'd been doing.
The scarred gang leader said, "Holy shit!" Then he spoke to Helen in a voice so soft that it could hardly be heard, Monk said, "Er, my friends all bailed out on me when they heard I got kicked around by a woman."
"Then I'd say they weren't such good friends to start with."
Monk nodded. "I got to thinking that while the doctor was putting my second cast on. What ... what I was wondering is, er ... if maybe someday you could teach me some of those moves."
"Someday," Helen agreed. "When I'm sure you have the right mental attitude to learn. And when I'm sure what I teach you will only be used to do good."
"You don't gotta worry about that. I'm through pretending to be a tough guy."
"Pretending?" Tom said. "It was a damn good act!"
"But a lot of it was pure shit. You see this ugly scar? Know where I got it?"
"In a knife fight, I always heard," Jenny said.
Monk shook his head. "No, when I was a kid I was riding my bike on the sidewalk, going like a bat out of hell. I went to swerve around this old lady walking with a cane. The bike skidded and I crashed through a store window."
Tom and Jenny both sighed. Neither of them ever expected to feel sorry for Monk Randal but, at that moment, they both were.
"It made me so fucking ugly, the other kids would all laugh or put me down unless I came on real strong."
Helen smiled warmly and said, "Monk, I think you're making progress already. Come over here with me to the mat. There's a few moves I'd like to teach you right now."
"Hey, I don't need to get knocked around again to remind me what an asshole I've been."
"This won't hurt a bit, I promise you. Just take off your clothes."
"Shit, I can't even do that." He made a futile gesture with his two cast.
"Then I'll do it for you." Helen stepped up to him, and she began to unbutton his shirt.
"And I'll help," Jenny volunteered.
Thea sighed and had to look away. Jenny was down on her knees, loosening Monk's belt and pulling open his fly. Monk thought it was all crazy, but a nice kind of crazy that he was determined to enjoy.
"He's mine first," Helen said to the young blonde.
"No, I want him," Jenny insisted. She could remember the cringing excitement she felt in the alley when Monk first kissed her tits. She was no longer afraid, only excited now . ... and, like Helen, determined not to be thought second best.
"I'm the one who most needs a fresh cock," Helen said. "I've been waiting the longest!"
Monk growled, "Knock it off, you two. Just because I'm trying to turn over a new leaf, that don't mean I can't make up my own mind!"
Helen shrugged as she pulled off Monk's shirt, careful not to jostle his injured hands. "He's right," she said.
"Yes, of course." Jenny helped Monk out of his pants, then began removing his shoes, purposely brushing her long golden hair against the stiffening shaft of his cock as she did. "Which of us do you want first?" she asked coyly.
Monk had to think about that. He'd been after sexy young Jenny for a long time, and the touch of her silky hair made his cock ache with hardness now. But then there was that gorgeous, smiling redhead who'd broken his hand. Fucking her while her husband watched would be a triumph of sheer delight.
Thea laughed softly and said, "I'm out of the running this time. Monk and I have already met."
"But we're gonna do it again," he assured her. "Not quite so rough next time."
"You can't pick her," Helen said.
"Not now!" Jenny agreed.
Monk said, "Ssshhh, I told you, I'll make up my own mind." It was the most exciting experience he could remember, three beautiful women to choose from, and not one who even seemed to notice the scar on his face. "I want you," he said to Helen. "I've got a big bone right now that even you can't break."
Monk's thick cock was twitching, rising out of a tangle of dark hair. Helen had been eyeing it since Jenny first dropped his pants. "Maybe I can't break it, but I won't leave enough in it for these other greedy bitches to fuck!"
He stretched out on the soft mat and smiled. "First time I ever been off my feet and flat on my back in a way I can enjoy," he quipped. Helen slipped off her robe and sat astride him, guiding his cock with her hands toward the lips of her fiery cunt.
Thea said to Tom, "Let's do it again, Son. Longer this time. I want to really delight you!"
"You have, and you will again," he told her. "But not right now. Jenny is so hot for a young cock, and I have to take care of my little sister."
"Oh, Tom," she said rushing toward him with an eager gasp.
Thea's voice flared jealously. "I'm your mother, and-"
"And I'm like Monk," he told her. "I'll make up my own mind. You expected to be fucking George tonight, anyway, and I think that's what you should do first."
"He's right," Thea said to George with an inviting look in her eyes. "Come here, George, on the edge of the mat. I think tonight it's only fair that we both watch Tom."
"I won't be satisfied just watching," he warned.
Thea winked. "And I'd be very disappointed if you were!"
Tom said to Jenny, "I was watching how you teased Monk's cock with all that sexy golden hair. It made me so damn horny, I just had to fuck you next."
She grinned. "I know something that will excite you even more." Jenny left the room in a rush, the filmy, pale blue negligee fluttering softly in her wake as she went down the hall.
"Jenny! Where the hell are you going?" Tom started to get up and go after her.
"Hang on," George suggested. "She'll be back in a flash." And she was, no longer wearing the almost transparent covering of pale blue. She was naked except for the long, white fur mitts she'd slipped on.
"What the hell?"
Jenny flashed a lewd, sensuous grin and crossed her arms to caress her own tits with the downy soft fur. "Just lie back on the mat," she said purring. "Let your little sister show you what prick teasing is all about!"
She stroked his cock with one incredibly soft hand while the other swept over his chest and under his arm. "Aaahhh, I see what you mean."
The young blonde cooed ecstatically, watching her brother's cock swell. "You can make up your own mind, but you can't make your cock as big as that all by yourself," she said.
"Huuuuunnngh, you're right. You're driving me nuts!"
"Nuts, did you say?" Jenny fondled Tom's big balls with a white furry touch.
"Gunnngh! I can't take much of that, girl. I can't take any more at all. I've got to fuck that golden-fleeced pussy of yours!"
Tom sat up and pushed Jenny down on her back. She sighed, relenting because his strong passion and the heat of his cock excited her wildly, and just watching it would never be enough.
He positioned himself above her, aiming his big cock like a cannon barrel. Thea watched from the side, holding her breath and restraining a desire to scream as he pushed it deep into his sister's cunt.
Thea gasped, wincing because George was pushing into her pussy at the same moment. She knew exactly what Jenny was feeling. And they both enjoyed the lewd thrill of being fucked side-by-side, so close that their hands touched for a moment.
Jenny's were still sheathed in white fur. She hugged her brother as she took his big cock to the hilt, then she began brushing his broad back, making his skin tingle with her slinky touch.
The teasing madness made Tom buck and squirm, pounding his cock into her harder than ever before. He did it with long, powerful thrusts that made her eyes bulge with shocked pleasure.
"Hhhooo, Tom. Oooh, it's so good. I love your big cock, and I want to fuck it better than anyone has!"
"Then you better start humping your cunt at me. So far you haven't fucked yourself into third place."
"You bastard," she moaned. "You fucking bastard!"
Jenny slipped off the furry mitts so she could get a better grip on the rippled muscles of her brother's strong back.
She hugged him fiercely, lifting and thrusting her cunt up wildly to meet his plunging prick. "Hungh!" she groaned, driven down flat on the mat only to come bounding back at him, wringing his hot prick in her clinging cunt hole.
"That's maybe second place," he told her, taunting to spurt his sister's jealous passions even more.
"You fucker," she said with another deep grunt. "My pussy is pure gold!" Jenny arched high and spiraled her hips.
"That's better," Tom had to admit.
"Better isn't good enough. I'm going to give you the best!" Jenny was in such a fucking frenzy that she hardly had breath to get out the words.
Tom fucked deep and moaned as her seething pussy did its squirming magic up and down his long prick. She fucked up at him wildly, and he rammed down the same way, fucking his sister harder and faster than most in the street gang would have.
Jenny loved it. Her silky hair flew around her face as she was rocked and jarred by his enflamed thrusts.
"Hunnngh! Fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck me, brother. I want to cum with you again. I want to show you everything a loving little sister can do!"
"And if I ever watch over you again, this is the way it will be!" Tom rammed his cock deep and twisted to bring grinding pressure down on the nub of her clit. Jenny gulped and screamed as her climax began.
Helen's lewd cries of pleasure were just fading. She'd already fucked Monk once, riding his upraised cock hard with no concern for what pain her frenzied jarring might bring to his broken hands.
If there was pain from the redhead's furious pounding, Monk didn't feel it. Only the shaft of his cock seemed to have any senses at all, and she'd wrung it so exquisitely that he wanted to scream.
"We're not done yet," she told him. "I heard how you made Thea suck cum, so you must like the taste."
"Ah, I don't know."
"Then it's time you learned." Helen swiveled around so that her pussy was right above his lips. It was dripping creamy drops. Monk could see them dangling from her fiery pussy curls.
Monk was repulsed by the thought of tasting his own jism, but there was damn little he could do to escape her, with both his arms in plaster casts. They crossed his chest and Helen was bending over them, pinning them helplessly as she bowed to suck on Monk's prick.
"Aaahhh," he sighed. "Now that is something I really like!"
Helen bobbed her head up, smacked her lips and wiggled her tongue tip into his piss slit. "If you want more, you'd better start sucking my cunt. I like that, too!"
If Monk had a choice, he wouldn't have done it. But she held his head between her hunched thighs and her musky cunt was pressing down on his mouth.
"Muuumph," he groaned. She covered his lips, pressing down like she was trying to smother him with wet pussy.
She had his nose completely covered with the slit of her cunt. If Monk was going to breathe, he would have to open his mouth. He'd never felt so helpless in his whole damn life. He squirmed his head to the side and took a desperate gulp for air.
What he got most was the salt-sweet taste of cum and tangy fuck honey. It surprised him. The taste wasn't half bad. By the time he'd taken a second breath, he was actually starting to like it.
"Aaagggh!" he roared, lip-mauling her wet cunt and thrusting into it with his tongue.
"Hhhmmrn, that's it!" Helen wailed. "Eat me! Make me cum again all over your tongue!"
"Only if you shut up and suck cock like you're supposed to!"
"Yes, yes. Yuuuummmm!" Helen sucked on him like a vampire, raking Monk's hard cock gently with her teeth while her tongue did a lewd dance all around it.
He gasped and moaned between gulps of tasty pussy drippings. His lips munched on hers. His tongue found her clit and gave it a whirl. Helen jerked her head up and let out a lusty wail.
Helen slid her mouth down over his thick cock. Her lips pulled softly, reaching for more throbbing cock until she had it all. Then she cupped his swollen balls and teased them until they gushed and unburdened themselves.
Monk rocked his head up and down between her legs, fucking his tongue in and out of her delicious, tawny cunt. He gulped and slurped and roared with joy when he felt his cock fire.
His hot breath and spearing tongue brought Helen to a climax, but she was too busy gulping and sucking cum to make any sound other than a gurgling moan. Monk could feel the sleek contractions of her wringing cunt. They gripped and sucked on his tongue just as her lips did on his long prick shaft.
When she drained him at last, Helen said, "Now, I'm going to turn around and ride you again. I know a hot young cock like yours can go again!"
"Yeah, it can, but it's going my way, this time. I want to be on top, where I can really fuck your seething cunt."
"But your arms-"
"Fuck my arms, I'll manage somehow."
"Yes, Monk, I know." She reclined herself beside him and waited expectantly for him to mount her.
"Just a sec'. I'm gonna put those furry white things over my casts. I want to see how much teasing that luscious, lean body of yours can stand. If I'm gonna be a soft guy, I'm goin' all the way."
Helen was gazing fondly at his big wet cock. "Monk, I don't think the part of you that matters most will ever get soft!"
"It damn well better not. There's two more waiting after you."
Thea was basking in the warm afterglow of a great climax with George. She sighed contentedly and said, "I guess everything is working out all right after all."
"Not the way anyone expected," George said, "but-"
"I think better than we would have thought," Jenny broke in.
"Except for Marlene," Tom said in a restrained voice. "That was a shitty thing I did to her, cutting off her long hair."
"Is that what I saw on your bed?" Thea asked.
He nodded. "I left her damn near bald. Being balled, like fucked, she enjoyed. It's being bald, like hairless, that's going to hurt her most."
"We can solve that," Thea said. "I know a place near the store where I work, they can make that hair into a wig she can wear."
"What a great idea, Mom."
"And you are going to pay for it from the money you made working last summer," she added with a smile.
"Mom!" he said in sharp protest.
"Part of growing up is learning to accept responsibility-"
"All right. But no more lectures, okay?"
"Okay. But I am still your mother, and I always will be, no matter how much of a man you become-"
Jenny was impatient. "Mom, we all know about a mother's love-"
"And me, best of all," Tom said. "How about it, you and me this time, Mom?"
"Why not?" All the talking could wait.
Jenny smiled at Monk. "And how about us? I know how much you wanted me back in the alley, and I know-"
"You don't know anything, yet!"
"I wonder if any of us really do," Helen mused, stroking a hand through her fiery hair.
"What we don't know, we can learn," George said. "Even you and me."
