The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true," was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist can contest... "Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he alloweth himself. But he that doubteth is damned if he eat. " Those who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself.
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CHAPTER ONE
Little Mandy Carillo with her dark brown pigtails, merry brown eyes, and deep dimples had all the potential of a first rate heart-breaker just like her mother. Of course, where Mandy's mother was no one knew. She had run away before Mandy was six, and now the child was twelve. Her father, Thomas Carillo, was a loader in a warehouse, and the only baby sitter Mandy ever knew was the neighborhood itself. Mandy didn't mind being so free of the restraints that most kids had, the yelling and being bossed around. If she got sick, it was kind of lonely, and the holidays weren't much fun, but none of the kids could stay out as late as she could at night. It was not that her father didn't have rules for her to follow. He had them, but he forgot them. She recalled a vague understanding with him that she was to be in the house before dark. But how would he know where she was at that time? He was rarely home then. When he was, he usually had a friend or two in for a card game and paid no attention whatever to her presence or whereabouts.
Mandy's friend across the hall, Dorothy Cotton, on the other hand, had both parents to worry about. Her father was always drunk and her mother was always bitter. The halls of the third floor were ringing every night with their battles and often Dotty would have to creep across the hall to Mandy's apartment to escape getting caught up in it. Kenneth Cotton was a sometimes salesman and a great story-teller, a favorite with the twelve year olds, but whenever he lost a job or didn't sell anything if he had a job or just plain couldn't find a job, he came home soaked to the gills. Dotty's mother, Phoebe, always claimed that he was not as drunk as he pretended because she had not given him enough money to get that drunk. Nonetheless, he erupted like a volcano the minute he came through the street door downstairs. He could be heard throughout the old house, in all five apartments, and Phoebe, who came straight home from her job as a sales clerk in a department store and was there before him, inevitably, would start banging the iron frypan and other cooking pots onto the burners of the gas stove. Soon the roar of the man and the metal thuds and scrapes would blend on the third floor, to be joined by the shrill cries and accusations of the woman.
Mandy and Dotty usually played together after school. Their scraps and periods of not talking to each other were surprisingly rare. Dotty had enough of fighting and much preferred to give in to whatever demands her energetic playmate made. And Mandy liked to have Dotty with her, not only for companionship, but because she never ceased admiring her friend's soft, smooth skin, the clearest she had ever seen. Dotty had very large light brown eyes, too. They looked almost golden sometimes. Her hair was what they call dirty blonde, yet there was a soft brownish haze to it that was very pleasant. She wore her blonde hair in pigtails just as Mandy wore her dark hair. After all, they were best friends. Luckily, their house bordered an empty house lot, which supplied them with stones and wood and plenty of different kinds of weeds to use as toys. And in the dirt paths, the short cuts from one street to the other, the girls dug little holes with which to play marbles.
Another interesting toy for them was the big house itself. Like all the other big old mansions of a former era that lined the narrow street over Winter Hill, theirs was remodeled into five apartments, one on the first floor, two on the second, and two on the third. All of the woodwork and the doors and the banisters in the hall were of walnut, huge and heavy looking, stained as dark as Mandy's hair and always looked polished although no one seemed to care for them especially. The first floor foyer was covered with a real marble floor and this floor continued out to the little closed off portion between the heavy inner door and the heavier outer entrance door where the mailboxes were. The outside front porch was barely a landing but the eight stairs down to the sidewalk were broad. There was a roof over the steps, supported by four enormous round pillars, painted gray like the rest of the house. This was where Dotty and Mandy played house. The porch was living room, bedroom, and kitchen and between the two big front doors, where the mailboxes were in the small hallway, was the bathroom. They had never bothered to play with a bathroom before this year, but this year things were happening to the two little girls, especially to Mandy.
They each had a doll clothed in their own outgrown dresses, tied with string and rubber bands to fit, and they had doll carriages made of shoe boxes that Kenneth Cotton had made for them by extending the length of each of Dotty's rollerskates and tying the boxes to them. Phoebe did not know that this was what had become of the hard-earned birthday present to her daughter, and the girls kept the carriages in Mandy's house so that Dotty's mother would not find out or Ken would be in even more trouble than usual. When Mrs. Smithers, the landlady, who lived on the first floor, was not home to stop them, they designed and cut out dresses from the colored magazine advertisements for their paper dolls while their real dolls slept in their carriages, which were only carriages when they were on the sidewalk. On the porch, the carriages changed into cradles, and sometimes, they even became the dolls' bathtubs. There were plenty of innocent things to do and the girls had always managed to keep busy until lately.
The first innovation in their play was the bathroom, Mandy thought it was time they had a bathroom or their playhouse was not very realistic. Dotty was just a little embarrassed by the idea, but as long as Mandy wanted to have it in the tiny area between the heavy doors and not out in plain sight of the street, it didn't matter to her. So they found a block of wood for the toilet, but Mandy insisted that the wash basin and the bathtub could be imaginary. She argued that there was nothing they could use that was big enough to sit in for a bathtub so they would have to pretend that. They could wiggle the inner door's knob for a faucet and pretend the sink was right under that. But, she argued, you couldn't be comfortable sitting on air for a toilet, so that had to be something they could sit on. The block of wood, which looked like about eight inches of a sawed off telephone pole, split on the diameter, was perfect. They had walked the streets until they found it, and Mandy was so excited by it that Dotty could not help being excited as well.
The wood was heavy and they carried it home together. It took them awhile to figure out how to get it in through the outer door, which was so heavy that no one except Dotty's father was ever able to open it on the first try or with one hand. The way most people managed it was to turn the big brass knob and push once to get the bolt out of the strike plate, and then holding the door slightly ajar with one shoulder, give a second hard push to get through. Of course the adults of the house soon mastered the rhythm of it so that it was relatively easy for them, unless they were carrying bundles, in which case they used the narrow and dark stairway in back. But the girls had trouble maneuvering the door at all, never mind with anything in their hands. They took all of their play materials in and out of the back, but since the back stairway did not connect with the front stairs except through each apartment, they would have to lug the wood all the way up to the third flight and back down again. Furthermore, they would still have the problem of pulling the heavy inner front door in upon themselves to get the block of wood into the little inbetween hallway where they wanted it.
Finally Mandy thought of a solution. "If you can hold the door open, I can wiggle it in over the threshold," she told her friend. "It'll balance on the threshold while we get the door open, then you hold the door while I push the wood!" Once inside the little space, they had to decide where to put it. If anyone fell over it, Mrs. Smithers would be sure to have it taken away. So they decided that the imaginary bathtub had to be in front of the mailboxes, the sink in front of the inner door so they could use the knob for a faucet, and toilet would be in the only vacant spot, behind where the big door swung in because no one, not even Kenneth Cotton, could swing it far enough to ever be stopped by the wood. "That's a great place for it anyway," Mandy smiled. "We'll have plenty of warning if someone comes in and the chances are no one would see us anyway because they go right through the other door!"
"So what if they see us," Dotty said. "They aren't going to know what it is."
"They will if we're using it, dummy!" Mandy exclaimed.
"You're going to use it... for real?" Dotty stammered. Mandy was becoming incomprehensible to her lately. She had to weirdest ideas.
"No, not really," Mandy assured her with a disgusted laugh. "How could you do that!" She went to the piece of wood now and started to push it back and forth and turn it, experimenting with the different surfaces it offered. Placed on its curve with the cut diagonal up, it looked great but it wobbled. "I wonder if we could sit on it that way and not fall off," Mandy mused. Then suddenly, to Dotty's surprise, the dark-haired girl undid the front of her jeans and pulled them down to her knees. Then with a slight laugh at the widened eyes and gaping mouth of the other child, she more slowly stuck her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her little cotton panties and pulled them down, too. With a giggle she leaned her white buttocks back and feeling for balance, sat on the slightly rocking wood. "Oooohh," she breathed throatily. "The wood is cold!"
"You... you'll get pneumonia!" Dotty warned. She felt a flush rising to her smooth cheeks, less from embarrassment as from the warm, tingling feeling that was beginning to electrify her own buttocks and between her legs... there in front. She could almost feel what Mandy was feeling. She wanted to feel it. She wanted to do it, too. But her friend's eyes were closed and she was gently rotating her naked little ass-cheeks and young hairless little pussy around softly on the smooth surface. "Let... let me try," she weakly demanded. At first Mandy did not respond then suddenly her eyes flew open.
"Sure!" she cried. "You pretend to go to the bathroom now, and let's play you're my mother now and you can have all the babies and I'll be the oldest daughter. Okay?" she asked as if it was all perfectly clear to Dotty.
Dotty was having trouble allowing herself to take down her pants in the public hallway. "Why can't we both be mothers," she mumbled, her mind not really on what they were going to do next so much as how she was going to get up the courage to do what Mandy had done with no problem at all. Finally she pulled her panties just over the curve of her tiny little ass-cheeks and reached back tentatively for the wooden make-believe toilet. She could probably pull up her panties in time if anyone came through the outer door, but she was so frightened that someone would open the inner door that her fright drowned out any prurient sensations she had hoped to enjoy. Almost immediately she pulled on her clothes and fastened the front of her jeans.
"Wow!" scoffed Mandy. "You didn't even sit down!"
"I did enough!" Dotty defended herself.
"Well, it doesn't matter," Mandy said, her mind moving quickly to her next idea. "Okay, now you be the mother," she said and Dotty saw the craftiness in her eyes. She could tell there was going to be more to it than that!
"Yeah," she said. "You don't have a poker face, Mandy," she told her friend in the same way her own father told her that he saw through her scheming little mind. "You're up to something!"
Mandy laughed a little lewdly for a child her age. "I'm always up to something, Mommy," she admitted, pushing her lower lip out in a pout. "I'm sorry I'm so naughty, Mommy. Are you going to spank me, Mommy?" she asked, pretending to look fearful.
Dotty knew immediately what she was supposed to say and a new surge of electric tingling rippled through her back. She half-guessed how far Mandy was planning to go in this and in spite of her fears, her heart beat a little faster in anticipation. "Yes... yes," she stuttered. "I guess I'd better give you... give you a very hard spanking unless you'd rather wait for your father." Dotty was quoting her own mother, who used to threaten her that way until she realized that the reason Dotty preferred to wait for her father was that her father and mother would be too busy arguing when he got home for anyone to remember Dotty at all! The blonde, pig-tailed Dorothy Cotton was a bigger girl than Mandy. She was going to be a big girl and was already much stronger than Mandy. She reached down and set the block on a straight surface so that it wouldn't rock and then sat down on it, to make a lap for Mandy to bend over.
Mandy stood before her friend, breathing heavily and with a new excitement in her eyes that was very different from anything Dotty had seen before. Her brown eyes seemed almost glazed as though she were looking not at Dotty but through her somewhere. "Spank me hard," she suddenly said and although she looked serious, Dotty had to question her.
"Really?" she asked her friend in disbelief. She could not fathom anyone's wanting to be spanked hard!
"As hard as you can," Mandy told her, again pulling down her jeans to her knees and then in a more tantalizing way her white little panties.
"Wh... what if someone comes?" Dotty asked, becoming panic-stricken again as she stared at the delicate white little cunt mound up between her friend's long legs.
"No one is home," Mandy breathed. "I figured it all out. Our families are at work and so is Mrs. Smithers. The apartment under you isn't rented yet and Frannie and Sully go to her mother's on Wednesday."
Dotty recognized the truth in all her friend said, but neither of them had a watch and who wanted to go way upstairs to find out the time? Still, it was not long since they had gotten out of school and it didn't feel as though they were close to supper time. "Yeah, all right," Dotty agreed. "Are you going to bend down over my knee? That's the best way!"
"Yes," Mandy agreed and bent herself over her girlfriend's long thighs so that her naked little ass-cheeks were fully exposed. "I'll have to try to fight if we're going to play it right," Mandy said. "You can hold me down though," she grinned back over her shoulder, fully aware of her friend's superior strength. "Go ahead!" she offered jovially, adjusting herself for more comfort while Dotty raised her legs and leaned back a little more to keep her friend from rolling off them. Their tight young pussies were almost pressed together, except that Dottie's wasn't naked like Mandy's.
As Dotty looked down at the darker girl's quivering white buttocks, the thought of hitting her, even of hurting her, became strangely pleasurable. She experimentally slapped at one of the naked ass-cheeks, not as hard as she could have but hard enough to make a very faint pink impression.
"No, Mommy, no!" Mandy started to mock-whimper and she kicked her toes on the marble floor as though in protest.
"I'm going to give you just what you deserve," Dotty told her, trying to sound like an angry mother. Actually she was becoming entranced by the whole idea. She could hardly wait to start... really start! The white moons of the soft, full-rounded buttocks stared up at her. She noticed the contrast of their whiteness with the brown of Mandy's legs. She also thought she saw them quiver, perhaps with the same anticipation she was feeling.
"Please, Mommy, I'm sorry," Mandy lisped as a tiny child.
Dorothy Cotton could not help herself. She felt all her strength rush through her arm as she raised her right hand high over her head. It actually made a whirring sound as she sliced it through the air and landed it with a resounding smack on the other girl's bare buttocks.
"Aaaaauuuggghhh!" Mandy cried, the breath escaping her lungs in an uncontrollable gush.
"Oh," Dotty came to. "Did I hurt you?"
"That... that's all right," Mandy said bravely. "I want you to... every slap, just like that!"
Dotty could hardly believe her ears but her whole body seemed to take fire at the lewd invitation, and again she whacked the naked resilient flesh as hard as she could, paying little attention to Mandy's reactions as the other girl winced from the sharp tingling pain. Mandy did a little struggling but Dotty kept a firm hold on her while she watched the whitish imprint of her hand turn to red and then fade away. Again she slammed her palm down, even harder this time, and again Mandy cried out in a partially muffled grunt. Dotty could not see the tears beginning to come to her friend's eyes and Mandy kept her face averted so she couldn't... not until it was over.
Dotty began to rain slaps faster on her now until the white, fleshy young buttocks-cheeks turned a bright red color without fading. Each slap had begun to send Mandy's naked young pussy grinding down into Dotty's lap in a natural attempt to escape the harsh, stinging pain. "Please... Mommy," Mandy was sputtering, trying to retain her role. "Please, Mommy. I... I won't do it again!"
By now Dotty was unable to hear her, so lost was she in what she felt building in her own body, the rising tension, the tingles and heat, the quickened heartbeat. She seemed mesmerized even by the up and down movement of her own hand, and a fixed, wicked little grin slowly spread over her beautiful childish features. It was a strange, almost eerie combination of sensations that were making it impossible to stop her punishing task even if Mandy had wanted her to. The slap-slap sound of her hand against her friend's naked young asscheeks, Mandy's mock cries and pleas for mercy, the pounding of her friend's loins into her crotch, all sparked an unnatural flame deep within her. Her inner thighs and everywhere between her legs felt a part of the urgent slapping. Each hard, cruel stroke of her hand sent jolts of electricity through her stomach and into the secret little area of her cunt where Mandy's jolted against hers.
Mandy's voice was becoming a steady whine now, interspersed with unintelligible pleas for mercy that may or may not have been sincere, Dotty no longer knew. Hypnotically, she slashed on and on with her hand until she began to feel a dull ache in her palm, but still she could not stop. There was a connection between the rising and falling of her hand and the churning that was increasing in intensity throughout the lower part of her aching body. Her little clitoris felt as though it were going to burst into flames and she leaned back a little to allow her thrashing friend's naked pussy lips more access up between her legs. Perspiration was pouring down Dotty's face, and her chest was heaving. Her knees and thighs felt numb and sore from the weight of Mandy's body. Her upper arm began to ache and felt as heavy as a sledgehammer, but still, as if guided by an unknown demoniacal power, it kept rising and descending. Her eyes were now closed and nothing mattered to Dotty but the great swirls of heat that were engulfing her own tightly pressed young cunt and even to some extent the small developing mounds of her breasts. She felt deliciously and utterly possessed.
Mandy writhed in searing conflict between the pain and the lewd sensations that had finally begun to overtake and surpass the sharp smarting of her ass. Dotty's arm was gripping her tightly and her whole body ached from the uncomfortable, bending position over her friend's knees. Still the sensual thrill of being spanked was just strong enough to keep her from wrenching free, and although every slap sent fresh pain shooting up from her ass to her back, it sent fresh thrills as well into her breasts and stomach and down into her cuntal area. The hard muscles of Dotty's legs felt like granite, and she wondered how this was all going to stop. Her head was spinning and her tear-stained cheeks had been dry a few moments as it seemed as though she could no longer feel anything whatever on her ass, but something... something felt ready to burst in her loins!
Suddenly Dotty lurched and began slapping even harder and faster, buffeting Mandy's naked little pussy unmercifully between her downward hand and her upwardly grinding cunt mound and Mandy, too, felt on the brink of a wild, orgasmic explosion. Neither of them was able to stop in time when the outer door lurched open and someone's mighty swing almost sent the door against Dotty's bent knees. Before entering the inner door to the foyer and stairway to his flat, Kenneth Cotton, who had stopped for a couple of fast whiskeys on his way home, stumbled to the mailbox. But before he could look in, he felt the presence of someone and looked where the girls were frozen momentarily in their salacious action. At first his golden brown eyes, the color of Dotty's, stared in astonishment, then he straightened up, removed his hat and unconsciously patted the spot on his dark head where the hair had just about fallen out completely. Forgetting the mail, he lewdly grinned with what he hoped was an innocent looking and polite smile, then reeled through the inner door while the girls collapsed off the block as Mandy struggled to pull the panties and jeans up over her brightly smarting young buttocks.
Ken had certainly tried to control his facial expression, but what in hell do you do when you come upon something like that? For Christ sake! Right there in the open hall, where anyone could just walk in or out! Christ, what nerve! A bear-like snarl of hearty laughter erupted from his throat before he could reach the second landing even though he had tried hard to hold himself in until he reached the top floor. Christ, it was lucky her mother hadn't walked in on it, he thought. Phoebe! Oh, God, Phoebe would burst a blood vessel if she saw that! She'd lay an egg... probably piss her pants, though she'd never admit it! Christ! He felt his cock rising to tumescence as he recalled the beet-red ass of the kid across the hall, and his own young daughter, Dorothy, was laying it on her! Christ Almighty!
What had brought him home earlier than Phoebe was due tonight of all nights? He hunted in his pants pockets for his key, and finding it, let himself into the cheap, oily-smelling flat. It was impossible to keep the oily odor from the hall floors out of the flat itself, but after a few minutes, you got used to it. Ken Cotton, in spite of the inciting scene downstairs and his relief that his wife had not been the one to stumble on it as well as his attempts to remember what it was that sent him, from Eddie's Bar earlier tonight, remembered in his alcoholic haze, to go into the bathroom and hang his hat in the closet. Goddamned place with the hall closet in the bathroom, he thought as he always did whenever he had to use it! But he knew that such architectural oddities were not uncommon in the remodeled houses on Winter Hill. In many of the places, for instance, the bathroom was off the kitchen instead of the hallway because that arrangement eliminated changing all the plumbing. In Jake Haskell's dump across the street, you had to go through the bedroom to get to the livingroom! His own mother lived in one in which they had put the tub where it was convenient, which happened to be at the middle of the kitchen wall. Then they put the flush in next to it and walled it all in so the kitchen had another room in it that looked like a big wardrobe! Well, the rent was cheap and that's what counted. What the hell! No one ever went into his mother's kitchen... except to go to the bathroom! He broke out into an audible chuckle at the thought.
Phoebe would be home soon. Christ! He'd better get himself a double shot of whiskey and his cigarette machine before she came and started ranting about his drinking and the tobacco he was bound to spill on his easy chair. Might as well get his cigarettes rolled in peace. He always made a mess of them with her squawking in his ear! Throughout all his little ministrations over his comfort, the picture of Mandy with her little red naked ass sticking straight up in the air hung like a stalking spider in his mind. Christ, he'd love to do that to Phoebe! The very thought of it made his cock lurch in his pants and almost knocked his little cigarette-rolling machine off his lap. He thought too, with an amused smile to himself, that it was a shame the girls were otherwise involved since they loved to watch him roll his cigarettes. In fact, he had Dotty so that she was pretty good at it herself now. Christ, the next thing you know, they'd be hitting his tobacco. He'd better hide it where those two little devils couldn't find it!
Finally, he had two fine cigarettes ready, and shoving the machine and other paraphernalia under his chair, he kicked off his shoes, placed his feet on the ottoman and with the double whiskey comfortably at his elbow, lit up. He had a few moments of peace before Phoebe arrived. He heard her harsh key in the lock and steeled himself for the inevitable. He knew the almost bald spot on the top of his head was just visible over the top of his chair from the hallway. Purposely he blew a heavy smoke ring into the air over his head. He was a real champ at that. He couldn't even teach anyone how to do it although he'd put a lot of earnest effort into Jake. Oh, well. It took talent, he figured happily, but it was only another of his talents that aggravated his wife. He heard her stalk into the living room, indignantly.
"You home?" she asked.
"No," he answered. "I sent my ghost in to test the weather!" That was a pretty good one, he thought, chuckling to himself.
"Oh, aren't we the smart shit tonight!" she exclaimed and disappeared into the kitchen.
Shit, huh? he thought, blowing another smoke ring high into the air, smiling until a sudden idea gripped him. He stared for a moment at the brown liquid, still untouched, in the glass beside his chair. Mandy's little ass waved in his memory until it was replaced with the thought of Phoebe's soft, white skin. He figured he had his choice, another drink, which would probably knock him out or at least out of commission... or... or... a little fun like he had not had for quite awhile! With a surprising spring to his action, he bounced out of his chair and advanced toward the kitchen where his wife seemed quieter than usual.
"Goddamned bitch!" he growled but not without grinning so that she was confused by the contrast between his words and the smile on his face.
"Leave me alone, you bastard!" she retaliated in kind although without the smile. She went on about turning the gas on under the large pot of water she had put on the stove.
At that moment, Ken grabbed his wife's arm and turned her toward him, tightening his grip as she struggled. "Baby!" he spit at her, still grinning.
"I don't know what you've got on your mind," she told him, "but I'm making supper. If you're not hungry, you've got a kid to feed, remember?"
"She won't be around for awhile," he told her authoritatively.
"Yeah," she snarled, and he got rough, yanking her after him down the hallway into the living room. She couldn't decipher his mood. He didn't seem to be angry or upset. The only affection he had entertained for several years now was for his daughter or his mother. Phoebe was a relatively small woman and Ken's tight grip was more painful on her arm than he intended. She began to whimper softly, and when he pushed her down onto his own chair, face down, she lay, half-sprawled there and shielding her eyes. She felt his presence towering over her like the colossus he thought he was. Her husband, the salesman who couldn't sell a pair of shoelaces anymore, thought he was the biggest thing on ten toes. Christ, didn't he love his feelings of power and masculinity! Why in hell didn't she leave him? She wanted to! She was sick and tired of working her fingers to the bone supporting him. Why should she? Hell, she worked all day and then came home and did the washing and the housework and every other damn thing! In her big shot husband's opinion, Dotty was too young to help! Christ, what did he think Phoebe was, some kind of perpetual machine?
"Get away from me, you lousy bastard!" she spat over her shoulder. Her eyes were full of tears by this time and her mouth was quivering.
"Now, baby," he suddenly said rather softly for him. He was pulling the zipper down on her dress without her even knowing, and suddenly he was slipping it over her shoulders and down her arms. She lay, cringing in the chair, her body cooling in the open air, wishing she could crawl under the big sloppy cushion of the chair and hide. Absent-mindedly, she picked up a tiny shaving of tobacco that lay just in front of her left eye and automatically reached up to the ashtray with it. She saw the just snuffed cigarette and the glass of booze that didn't look touched.
"You're drunk," she accused him but was not sure.
"Naw, baby. Do I have to be drunk to want to fuck you? Ain't you got more pride than that?" he asked with a rough good-natured tone that she could hardly believe.
"We can't," she said, trying to raise herself from the chair. "Dotty will be in..."
"Dotty won't be in for a good long time. Now you just relax."
"Ken!"
"Shut up!" he ordered her, getting rough and a trifle uglier than she cared to have him. And so she sighed and sank her cheek back into the cushion, wishing there were some way to at least hide her nakedness. She knew better than to argue after all these years.
Her bra shone eerily in the dim room, made dark and dreary by all of the dark woodwork and dirty paint. He bent over her craftily and with a swift flip, undid the hook so that the garment fell down her arms and her breasts dropped freely away. They trembled immediately in the air, goose bumps standing out over the full smooth orbs. The nipples rose to turgidity, their red tips visible even from his awkward angle above her. Next he pulled the dress off her hips and raising her body with one arm, wrenched that and the panties from her loins, hearing something tear a little, but discarding them all in a heap behind him. He took a step back to admire his work. She lay there now, completely naked, her legs drawn up to protect herself and her arms folded over her breasts to shield their tenderness from whatever bestiality he had in mind tonight. What she was secretly hoping was that it would be one of those times when he stripped her for the sheer fun of that alone and then waddled off to sleep off the drunk he was in. The only problem with that hope was the he didn't seem quite drunk enough.
He knelt over her, drinking in her beautiful nakedness, revelling, too, in her bewildered fright. He couldn't make up his mind on what approach to use. Should he terrify her? Or would it be more fun to pretend to love her and then turn on her the way the whole damn world had suddenly turned on him, shutting its doors in his face the way his wife shut her cunt to him every chance she got! But he hadn't the stomach for hypocrisy. His self-loathing would spill out on her and give the game away. He had always thought his own honesty was the best sales tool he had. Lately he was beginning to wonder. Maybe honesty was a weakness. He found it impossible to defend some of the products he was given to sell, and that meant no commissions and eventually no job. What in hell does a man do when there is nothing else he can do? These were bad times! He wished he could talk to Phoebe about those things, but he couldn't. She sold clothing to women customers and could tell them they looked ten years younger without batting an eye. She could be glib. He couldn't. "When you've got bills to pay and stomachs to feed," she often told him acidly, "you learn to survive!"
As these thoughts coursed through his mind, tears burned the lids of his eyes and he hated her because she was both right and wrong and he didn't know what to do! He stared at the nakedly stripped figure of his wife now, remembering all her nights of coldness and her self-righteous sneers but most of all seeing the icy wall of refusal to understand with which she shielded herself from him. With a growl, he flung himself down on top of her and began to cover her white body with hard, biting kisses, sinking his teeth into her naked flesh, with the regularity of a hungered vampire. Little moans of agony wrung themselves from Phoebe's throat, and she twisted under the sharp pain of his teeth. His arms held her in a wrestler's grip, and she was unable to move her body. His fingers dug into her flesh, sending a searing pain rocketing through her, then one big hand shot out and grabbed her by her short blonde hair. He pulled her until her head was pressed back, and he maneuvered her down onto the floor until she was kneeling on all fours. Still holding her by the hair, he stood up and straddled her like a rider, sitting down just heavily enough to push the breath out of her.
"What the hell are you doing, Ken?" she managed to ask when she was able to refill her lungs. Her back swayed under him. She knew he was supporting some of his weight with his feet on the floor, but she could not sink out from under him because of his grip on her hair. Then, after slightly massaging them first, he slapped her on her bare buttocks, not hard, for she had warned him long ago that if he beat her, she would take him to court and he would never see Dotty again! He was not really a sadistic man anyway, she knew. The situation had induced so much curiosity in her that her sobs had dried up long ago. Now he started bouncing on her, up and down, up and down, until finally she could stand it no longer and collapsed in a heap, doubled with pain.
"Oh, baby," he soothed. "You should have told me so I could let go of your hair," he said with a perfectly straight face. "Here, let me help you up." Still kneeling, he grasped her by the hips and pulled her back up on all fours. Phoebe was sure that his moment of playfulness was about over, and she considered it wiser to play along now rather than rekindle his interest by a battle. He knelt behind her, his fingers digging into the soft moons of her buttocks. He ran his hand along the vertebrae of her back, pushing down painfully on each one, just enough to make his wife gasp a little before moving on to the next. Then he pushed her head down toward the rug until her naked white buttocks were waving defenselessly back in the air. The softness of the carpet tickled her nose and threatened to make her sneeze, but she didn't dare object. Her cool ass-cheeks felt defenseless and unprotected and she hoped and prayed that he was right about Dotty, although it might be a good thing for the child to find out what her idol of a father was really like! She tried to clench her buttocks together, but Ken slowly spread them wide, stretching the soft yielding crevice almost to the straining point. He stared at the puckered little ring of her anus, nestled between the full quivering melons, the wrinkled brown skin contracting slightly. He could see the pink split of her cunt beneath it and the sensuous button of her clitoris was barely visible through the rich blonde jungle of her pubic hair. A faint piquant odor of cuntal secretions rose to greet his nostrils, and they flared wide as they inhaled the pungent smell. Deliberately he lowered his head and ran the tip of his tongue along the full length of the widespread crevice, which caused Phoebe to pull forward in an attempt to escape the salacious licking of his tongue. But he held her fast and she could only submit to his perverted licking. His tongue grazed tantalizingly at the tiny elastic ring, jabbing at it, testing its resiliency. He nipped at the smooth fleshy cheeks, leaving indentations in the soft flesh, and his bristly chin rubbed into her tender buttocks, sand-papering the skin into a sexy redness that made him smile. He raised a finger and began to probe at the tightly resisting rectum as if mesmerized by the tiny quivering nether entrance.
Ken was beginning to feel as if he were possessed by a demoniacal being who steered him onto greater atrocities, which for the most part, he knew he must resist. He had to retain control of himself up to a point, but he was spell-bound by the lewdly exciting acts he was perpetrating on his wife, without objections! Their very perversity and her silence only spurred him on. Stealthily he began to prod at her virgin anus. Phoebe kept waiting for him to give up although she, too, felt... interested in his probings.
She didn't know what madness had possessed her husband. She only wished that it would hurry and pass so that she could get back to making dinner. Now she winced as she felt his finger probing teasingly at her back passage. What was he going to do? Why didn't he leave that place alone? "Aaaarrrggghhhh!" she gasped wildly as the finger, just the tip, penetrated the little tight elastic opening and entered her rectum. Weirdly feeling flashes of sensation shot through her. She felt as if her entire back passage was being stretched wide. She ground her naked buttocks wildly from side to side in an attempt to dislodge the invader, but nothing seemed to help. Desperately she put her hand back there, and through the mindless daze of pain, reached for the intruding finger and yanked it out with new found strength. But then, there it was again, but this time it sunk farther up inside!
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" she shrieked, the new intrusion more shocking to her senses than the last one.
"Aw, it doesn't hurt that much," he hissed. "Stop fighting it!"
She ground her head into the rug and tried hard to take his advice, anything that might work! The finger remained there, imbedded all the way up in her virginal little asshole, and then it began to probe around inside the warm, spongy walls, widening and stretching them as he wished. His other hand still dug tightly into her hip and her entire body was trembling in confusion. Her knees ached a little now from being ground into the carpet, and her entire frame was uncomfortable from the unnaturalness of her position. Finally, to her intense relief, she felt the finger being withdrawn from her widely stretched rectum, and the slight sensuous discomfort which had harried her entire dorsal bone, eased a little. Then, however, she felt her ass-cheeks being stretched again until she thought the skin would break between them. She heard the sounds of clothes being removed, and she knew that her husband was preparing himself for a much longer time of it than she had thought. Now he was behind her once more, and she felt the full length of his steel-hard prick pressing up into her buttocks. It felt huge and long, and she shuddered at the thought of the strength with which he would plunge it into her.
Kenneth Cotton looked down at his erection in satisfaction. He was proud of this one thing that no one had been able to destroy, not even his wife. He couldn't help shuffling around so that he came within Phoebe's line of vision, and he paraded his manhood obscenely in front of her blanched face. She stared at it as if hypnotized, as if she had never seen it before, and he dangled the obese instrument a few scant inches from her eyes. He cackled with mock sadism as he strutted back to his former position behind the helplessly kneeling figure of his fragile-looking wife. Again he tested the lust-inflated head at the tiny anal opening, barely stretched by his probing finger. Then with a swift, sure lunge, he jerked forward and succeeded in implanting the tip of his cock inside her tormented rectum.
A long low moan of pure animal pain sounded in the dark living room, and Phoebe moaned again and again, the old sobs again wrenching themselves painfully from her demented body. Feebly she tried to move her buttocks away from the cruelly skewering pole of lust-hardened cock flesh but her strength was ebbing and she could manage only a few faint jerks. Somewhere in the hazy reaches of her mind, she remembered that the pain of this kind of entry was not supposed to last, that it did dissipate after awhile. She reached as well for his advice about relaxing and honestly tried as best she could. What mostly amazed her was her lack of energy for anger or rebellion. Perhaps once the pain subsided, she could retrieve her old self and give him battle!
Still holding her fast in his strong grip, Ken began to fuck forward, thrusting his giant shaft into the tightly clinging depths of his wife's back passage. He could feel her body quivering under his touch and her screams still rent the air. On his left, out of the corner of his eye, he could see his double whiskey still sitting undisturbed on the end table. After this, she wasn't going to object to his drink and cigarette before dinner... and perhaps drink and cigarette after dinner as well! What an evening and what a beginning for it, he grinned, reaming forward with his sodomizing prick boring deeper and deeper up into his wife's elastically expanding little rectum.
Phoebe's thoughts were blank. She was conscious of nothing but the teasing, dull discomfort. Even moments of shame and mortification had hovered briefly to disappear in the more important desire to be released from this weird, unnatural coupling. Oh God, she thought, how can he do this depraved thing to me? She had never known him to be really cruel and wondered if there were some special thing she had done or that he thought she had done. She knew she was not easy to live with, but why couldn't he understand how tired she was? All day long she had to cater to people who sought only to use her and she came home to the very same treatment. She worked all day and she worked all night because neither her husband nor her daughter could so much as pick up a magazine after themselves or do a laundry or wash a damn dish!
"Oh, Ken, please stop!" she sobbed mindlessly, her buttocks thrashing with new strength all of a sudden.
Ken, goaded on by the whining quality of her plea, fucked forward and sunk even more of his hungry cock into the smooth rubbery walls of her widely distended back passage. "In a minute," he gasped with a low chuckle.
Phoebe ceased struggling when she realized that her every movement only served to draw the heavily stiffened cock even further up into the depths of her belly. Lewd, wild sensations spread like wildfire through her body as she felt the straining cheeks of her ass being stretched and pulled even further apart to allow her husband to sink his thickly hardened cock deeper up into her virginal anal channel. Then, all of a sudden with one buttocks-flattening lunge, he was all the way in! He had buried every peripheral inch of his hardened rod into her wide-split rectum! Moaning piteously, she could feel his balls, dangling lewdly with their heavy load of sperm, slapping down against her open cunt, the crinkly skin curiously exciting the tender lips of her naked pussy. She lay completely still, hardly daring to breathe, fearful of increasing the depth of his fucking by any unnecessary motion. Her hips, still gripped by his strong hands, were numb and the only thing she was conscious of was the enormous cock pressing solidly up into her unnaturally widened anus, the hard' fleshy length of it stretching and expanding the softly yielding flesh before it.
Kenneth stared down at his lust-hardened cock sunk deep up into his wife's tender little asshole. He gazed greedily at the delicate pink inner ridges as they clung tightly to his withdrawing pole. Then still watching the disappearing length, he rammed it even further up into her until his balls were wedged tight up between the soft, curl-fringed lips of cunt mouth below. He could feel his wife periodically trying to clench her buttocks to squeeze him out, but her tightening only increased the pressure on his cock, transporting him to new ecstasy.
To her intense relief, Phoebe felt the discomfort abate, and she could feel her breath coming almost normally again. The feeling of his prick inside her rectum was even beginning to comfort her, ironically. As her husband began a rhythmic little fucking motion in and out of her wide-stretched anal passage, she began to wonder what had brought on this strange new act, this base action that he had never tried before. What had she ever done to deserve this sudden, strange anal fucking? She didn't think she could ever face him again after this. Hanging on to a dead marriage, especially if it was going to be brutal, was more than anyone could humanly expect of her for the sake of a child!
Suddenly her thoughts were blanked out by the recognition of a new feeling beginning deep within her, a small needleprick of fire. The tingling quickly grew and horror blinded her as she realized that her body was going to betray her! She was actually going to begin to enjoy being fucked like this! She clenched her buttocks together in an attempt to drown out the burning that was there, but to no avail. The desire grew until the flames licked up and spread like wildfire through her entire body. She felt completely charged with electricity, and even the tips of her fingers tingled until she thought she could feel sparks crackling from them. Oh God, she thought miserably. I'm just as bad as he is! A strange masochistic pleasure began to swirl in her belly, and from her lovely face, buried in the cushion, a low ecstatic moan helplessly escaped. Her slowly awakening body began to, against her will, force an undulation of her buttocks, and she began to clench her ass-cheeks fist-like, this time to draw in deeper the fleshy rod of her husband's penis.
Kenneth Cotton, sensing his wife's surrender, felt a flush of exultant pride overtake him, and he renewed his efforts, sending his cock slicing through her cock-widened passage, surging forward until the base was flush against her sphincter and his balls buffeted hard against her upraised cunt. Then he withdrew the long shaft quickly, allowing just the head to remain inside, noting with satisfaction the satiny sheen of her inner lubricants coating his prick, before battering forward again like a charger.
All thoughts of the lewdness of her position vanished from her thoughts and she was obsessed with a flood of ecstatic and masochistic joy which enveloped her like a whirlpool. Phoebe rocked her buttocks against her husband's onslaught, screwing her rectum hard back against the oncoming pole, trying to devour every millimeter of its length in her forever stretched anal canal.
"Oooohhhhh," she whined through clenched teeth, "Fuck it, please! Fuck it harder..."
Ken, incited by her lewd command, began to fuck even more furiously into her until his breathing was ragged and the muscles on his thighs stood out like whipcords against his flesh.
"Eeeeeehhhhh!" she moaned again, "Fuck meeeeeee, Ken!" Her body thrashed uncontrollably as her ass rose hungrily to meet his powerfully driving cock. The salacious thought of what her husband was doing to her drove into an incredible frenzy of lust and she was aware of nothing but the obscene smacking sound of her husband's hips against her ass and the soft whispering of her breasts brushing her arms. She could feel her rectum contracting of its own volition around the deeply skewering cock, and then she heard her husband begin to mouth obscenities at her.
"Christ! Fuck back! Fuck back! I'm cummmmmiiiiinnnnnggggg!" His hot river of semen swept like a floodtide deep up into her anal passage, sending wildly searing joy and masochistic pleasure shooting through her as she felt the stinging liquid burning hotly into her now tightly clinging rectal walls. She could feel every throbbing sensation of his prick as it pumped out in heavy pulsating spurts its warm load of wet milky fluid deep up into her wildly clasping anal depths. Then an almost insane convulsion of pleasure overwhelmed her, and she was flailing madly, her knees digging into the rug, her hands clutching at the short fibers and even at her own hair while her ass was battering desperately back up against her husband's deflating cock as she felt her entire body caught in the mainstream of a tremendous rectum-flaring orgasm which lifted her up and pounded her down again like a grain of helpless sand caught in the wind.
Finally they were still and their declining panting filled the room. Phoebe's eyes were closed and the last thing in the world she wanted to do was to move or make supper. She felt her husband stirring and for the first time in years, felt regret as his flaccid prick slipped out from her cum-flooded asshole with a slight little sucking noise. She heard him get up and pick up his clothing, then move toward the bathroom. She sighed heavily. Far be it from him to think of letting her go first so that she could work on dinner while he showered. Sadly she picked herself up from the floor, picked up her scattered clothing and went into the bedroom to find her robe. If only once he would do something thoughtful. Not just for her... for anyone!
CHAPTER TWO
Mandy Carillo heard Ken's laughter in the hallway before he reached the second landing. Poor Dotty was too terrified to hear anything. She began to shake uncontrollably and the tears began to well into her golden brown eyes. Her neck and face were already red hot with embarrassment and fear. Mandy, on the other hand, turned ice cold and remained frozen until suddenly, she heard her friend's father laugh. "He's laughing! Listen!" She turned and shook the bowed shoulder of her playmate. "Listen, Dotty! He's laughing! He thinks it's funny!"
"He may not think it's so funny later," Dotty sobbed.
"Oh, silly! Mandy said disgustedly. "What can he say when he's already laughed! All you have to say is, 'but Daddy, you were laughing!' What can he say to that?"
"What if he tells my mother?"
"Would he?"
Dotty could not recall any time that her father had ratted on her, but this was different. "This is, well, maybe... oh, I don't know!" she finally wailed.
Mandy thought a minute. "But... but I was the one with my panties down, Dotty," she mused.
"What if he tells your father?"
"He hardly knows my father," Mandy maintained. She was becoming more and more convinced that the laughter was a very healthy sign.
"Oh, Mandy," Dotty started to whimper again. "I'm not going to be able to sleep for a week wondering what he'll do!"
"Why?" Mandy asked. "If he doesn't do anything tonight, why would he do anything later?"
It was at that moment that the big outside door lurched feebly and then opened. It was Dotty's mother, weary of working all day and weary of the evening ahead, even before it happened. She caught sight of the girls out of the corner of her eye but was too tired to notice anything amiss in their troubled faces. She told Dotty automatically that it would soon be time for supper and that she was not to be late. Then she was gone again. They heard her climbing the stairs heavily for her delicate size.
Mandy's brow was puckered. "I think we ought to follow her upstairs!"
"W... why?" Dotty asked, surprised.
"To listen. See if he tells her anything. He'll do it right now if he's going to!"
"Do you think so?" Dotty asked, still trembling at the very thought of entering her own home at this point. Still, it did make sense to her when she thought about it.
"Come on!" Mandy commanded.
"We've got to take our things in!" Dotty reminded her.
"Yeah! Well, let's hurry!" Mandy pulled the outer door in to open it with a superhuman effort, and they both went out onto the front porch to pick up their carriages and dolls and the dishes stacked in one corner that served as the kitchen. Pulling it together, they hauled it around back in one load. Getting it up the dark stairway took two trips. Quickly they deposited their toys in Mandy's bedroom, and then, hand in hand, crossed the hall to Dotty's front door. Both of them listened for a long time, trying to decide where Ken and Phoebe were.
"She can't be in the kitchen," whispered Dotty. "I can't hear her making supper."
"Open the door a little," Mandy commanded.
"What if they see us?"
"You have a right to go into your own house, don't you!" Mandy said indignantly as though her friend had been refused at some time this legal access to her own home.
Dotty said nothing but with shaking hand turned her key in the lock and pushed the big dark door open a couple of inches. Carefully they listened, and hearing the muffled voices from the living room, grew bolder and tried sneaking into the hallway.
"We can't," Phoebe was saying from behind the wingback chair in the living room. "Dotty will be in..."
"Dotty won't be in for a good long time," Dotty's father was growling. "Now you just relax," he said.
"Ken!" Phoebe objected. Both girls instinctively dropped to the floor and peered under the big chair. They could see Phoebe's knees on the floor and a bit of Ken's gray pants.
"Shut up!" Ken was telling her harshly. Then there was nothing to hear but Phoebe's sigh and finally a few little gasps and cries. Mandy looked at her friend with surprised and strangely glittering eyes.
"Come on!" she whispered excitedly, pulling her friend toward the bathroom. Mandy was a natural eavesdropper and understood far better than Dotty could just what was going on in the living room. Tom Carillo, Mandy's young father, occasionally brought a girl up to their place, and Mandy had learned that it was a lot of fun to pretend to be asleep until her father finally escorted his company into the locked privacy of his own room. She had even seen enough of the preliminary courting in the living room to understand that the bedroom promised even more interesting activities. After dragging Dotty quietly into the bathroom, she whispered, "He's not going to say anything! They're fucking!"
"F... fucking?" her poor friend stuttered.
"Sure! You know what fucking is, don't you!"
"Oh, of course," Dotty whispered back, insulted. "It's just that... it's just that they're in the living room!"
"Well, so what! My father always starts out in the living room," Mandy told her friend. "It's natural." Then another realization swept through the excited little girl. It was not usually very long after her father and his girl had gone into his room that he came out and went out into the bathroom. Occasionally he took a fast shower, though not always. However, he did always go into the bathroom.
"I don't think that's what they're doing," Dotty said, nodding skeptically.
But Mandy's mind had moved elsewhere and she didn't really care about what her friend believed. On the other hand, she very much wanted to be in the bathroom when her friend's father came in. Unwittingly, she wished aloud. "Gee, I wish we had a closet in our bathroom. Let's hide in yours!"
"Let's go over to your house," Dotty said.
"Shhhh! We can't leave now. What if they see us?" Mandy asked. "Come on, we'll hide in our closet until it's all clear." She led her friend into the hiding spot and poked a place for them at one end behind Phoebe's housecoat.
"What do we do now?" Dotty wanted to know.
"Just wait," Mandy told her. "You'll see."
Cramped into the end of the closet, Mandy felt that it was much longer before Ken came in than it would have taken her own father to appear. There was no problem hearing him when he came. The closet door was one that wouldn't stay closed anyway. Mandy's heart gave a little leap when she heard the bathroom light click and saw the play of light and shadows spring to life over the clothes rack and against the back wall. Boldly, Mandy crept toward the opened door and peaked into the room.
Ken was looking at his face in the mirror over the washbasin. He peered intently at the reflection of his eyes and examined his chin and cheeks minutely. But Mandy was more interested in the penis that lay flaccid, nestled against his dormant balls and looking like a harmless little worm. The dark pubic curls sprouted out around it, framing the sleeping flesh. It was rather disappointing. Dotty had crawled to the open door on her hands and knees now and was also peering around the edge of the door frame. Mandy heard her gasp, "I always thought it was bigger than that," Dotty whispered and Mandy hit her with her leg to shut her up.
With a deep sigh, Ken was peeling off the jacket and shirt he still wore. His muscles flexed as he pulled his tee shirt off over his head and the girls were able to see his biceps rippling as he raised his arms. They noticed the long straight hair under his arms, and the profuse hairiness of his chest. Suddenly Ken turned to survey himself in the full-length mirror which was on the back of the door. Mandy and Dotty had an excellent side view of him, and they pinched each other as they peeped through the doorway, barely able to suppress their giggles. Dotty's father was running his hands up and down his sides. His stomach protruded slightly, but his buttocks were firm, and all in all, he was in fine shape for his age. His chest was muscular, and as he stood with legs slightly apart, he looked taller than his five feet ten.
Then to the girls' amazement, he took his deflated penis in his right hand and began to tug playfully on it! They gasped as they saw him roll the protracted organ in his palms, and Dotty blinked her eyes in disbelief as she saw the member increase in size before her very eyes! They nudged each other as they saw him cup his balls in his left hand and weigh them gently in his palm. They could see the wrinkly skin squirm and contract in his hand as he pulled gently on them and then begin a soft pumping movement.
"Wh... what's he doing?" Dotty whispered, her hidden eyes round like saucers.
Mandy bent down close to her friend's ear. "Shhhh! I don't know. Maybe he's going to jack off!"
"What's that?" Dotty asked as quietly as she could and still be heard.
"If you don't know, I'm not going to tell you!" Mandy retorted, her eyes still glued on the strange sight.
Ken now turned around and his back was facing them. They could see from the mirror that he was still cupping his balls in his left hand, stroking and massaging his prick with the other. They saw him look over his back and buttocks and to their amazement, he flexed his buttocks, clenching and flaring the ass-cheeks rhythmically.
Mandy felt hot all over. Little beads of perspiration broke out on her upper lip, and her hands felt clammy. There was a moistness growing down between her legs, and a tingle was beginning deep in her stomach. Her breasts were beginning to throb and it was all she could do to stop herself from ripping off her clothes and running into the bathroom to her friend's father.
Dorothy was mesmerized by the sight of her own father naked. She had never seen anything like it, especially her own father. It had a very strange effect on her that she did not at all understand. She felt hot and cold all over, and she felt as if her entire body was bathed in sweat. Tremor after tremor shot through her and there was a strange gnawing in her breasts and between her legs. What was happening? Tentatively, she raised her hand and touched her small breasts with the palm of her hand. "Mmmmmm," she sighed barely audibly, "it feels so good." Closing her eyes, she drew the palm over the jutting points again and again, murmuring from the delicious contact. She raised her other hand, and she timidly touched the burning spot between her legs. She barely brushed it with her hand, but the split-second touch caused the sparks of fire to leap into a forest of flaming tongues. Glancing up at Mandy, she was amazed to see that her hand was groping at her breasts, too, and her eyes were still glued on the bathroom.
Raising her eyes, Mandy was just in time to see Ken step into the shower. She suppressed a pang of disappointment as he drew the shower curtain, shutting off the wonderful view of his adult hardness from their eager eyes. "Oh damn!" Mandy murmured. "Why did he have to do that!"
The girls watched the water spray down over him. Through the grayish near-transparency of the cheap shower curtain, they could see his silhouette. The shadow was distorted, and to their feverish eyes, his prick was twice as long and jutted out like a bayonet held aloft. They gaped as they saw his shadow soap his still erect penis and rub it lovingly. Dotty stroked her tiny breasts in time to his circular soaping, and Mandy ran her tongue over her parched lips. She had a cottony feeling in her mouth, and her whole body throbbed and ached. She didn't know what to do. She was afraid to touch her pussy for fear she would cum on the spot. Her nerve endings were a quivering mass of sensation, ready to ignite at the merest touch. Her glance fell on Dotty, who was stroking her breasts, oblivious to everything except the silhouette of her father in the shower. Mandy was surprised to see her palm cupped down against her pubic mound.
Just then, Ken stepped out of the shower. The water dripped down, running in little streams down his face. His dark hair was plastered down and the spot that was thinning out in back was very clear. But Mandy felt little shivers of excitement run through her as she drank in the sight of his wet body. He began to dry himself, rubbing his body briskly with the towel. Mandy stifled a cry of excitement and fear combined as he walked toward them. The girls both stole quietly back behind the housecoat as he came to the open door and then stepped partly in to pull his bathrobe from a hook on the back wall. Mandy was disappointed. Obviously the wonderful sight of his naked masculinity would be denied her soon, and she wanted to prolong it forever. She wondered if he were going to his bedroom for more with his wife. She found herself wishing then that it was she who was in the bedroom instead of Phoebe. The throbbing between her legs intensified at the delicious thought, and she pressed her inner thighs closer together, to block out the yearning ache. Suddenly the light in the bathroom went out and Ken was gone!
For a moment Mandy stood there. She saw that right next to her, Dotty was still gently stroking her breasts and didn't even seem to notice that her father had shut off the light and left the bathroom. She reached over and grabbed Dotty's wrist.
"Oh!" Dotty jumped.
"Sshhhhhhh!" Mandy hissed and led her into the darkened bathroom. On tip toe, Dotty followed her, assuming that they were going to leave. But with a rough gesture, Mandy pulled Dotty's hand toward her body where she had already opened and lowered her jeans.
"What??" Dotty exclaimed almost too loudly. Wakened now from her sensuous reverie, she was frightened. Whatever Mandy had in mind, she didn't want to do it this time! "I want to get out of here," she began to whimper.
"Shut up!" Mandy whispered harshly. "Do you want them to find us in here?"
"No!" the frightened girl bawled. Mandy was still trying to force Dotty's hand down between her legs. "I don't want to do it, Mandy. It's wrong. Don't make me, please!" Dotty begged.
"All I have to do is make a loud enough noise," the darker girl threatened.
"Oh, no!" Dotty pleaded. "What is it you want?" she cried, capitulating. Now Mandy loosened her grip on Dotty's wrist and guided her hand, more gently now, over her belly. Dotty gasped when she reached the cotton of Mandy's panties and felt the wetness.
"Take my panties down!" Mandy hissed.
"But... but Mandy," Dotty sobbed.
"No buts or I'll scream!" Mandy told her.
Slowly Dotty began to tug at the damp panties and inched them down over Mandy's hips toward the jeans, which had already fallen down to her ankles and calves. When the panties were halfway down to her knees, Mandy once more grabbed her friend's wrist and pushed her hand up toward her heated young pussy. "Oh, hurry, Dotty," Mandy mumbled through desire-clenched teeth. "I can't stand it much longer."
Tentatively Dotty began to stroke the other girl's moist, desire-quivering pussy and to probe slightly at the swollen, fleece-lined folds.
"Aaaaaahhhhhmmmmmm," Mandy sighed as shiver after shiver tingled through her.
Dotty felt the hardened, engorged button of Mandy's clitoris and jabbed her finger experimentally at it.
"Uuuuhhhhhhnnn," Mandy moaned, her hips beginning to jerk.
Dotty was frightened. They had been caught once today doing something wrong, and she could not understand why her friend wanted to continue taking such chances. All of this was so sudden and so new to her. She knew that it was all wrong, too, and she prayed that Mandy would not make her do it again.
"Ohhhh, Dottyyy," Mandy moaned again as she spasmodically jerked against Dotty's probing finger.
To her surprise, Dotty felt a gush of warmness flowing down over her fingers and drew them back. Mandy's mouth was open and her eyes were closed. Her head was thrown back and her hands were clutching frenziedly at her breasts. Dotty gaped at her friend and began to cry softly.
"Mandy, Mandy," she whined.
Finally Mandy opened her eyes and looked at Dotty, who was whimpering and staring back at her with big frightened eyes.
"Oh, Dotty, that was so good!" she exclaimed warmly and hugging the girl vigorously.
"Good? Oh Mandy, I was so afraid someone..."
"Naw. It was okay, wasn't it? And you were really top notch!"
Dotty could not help feeling proud of her friend's praise. She was praised so seldom for anything that praise was her weakness and she knew then and there that she would have trouble refusing Mandy if she asked again. She could only hope she wouldn't ask! "Can we go now?" she asked hesitantly.
"Sure," Mandy said. "Anything for my very best friend!"
"You're my best friend, too, Mandy," Dotty smiled, relieved. The two girls slipped out the bathroom door, the hall door, and into Mandy's house until it was time for supper.
* * *
It was much later that evening, just as she was going to bed, that Mandy heard Kenneth Cotton going out. She guessed that he was going after booze. According to Dotty, that was the only thing that Phoebe wouldn't buy. Mandy's father, Tom, would not be home until after midnight, and Mandy, after the excitement of the day, was not a bit sleepy. She could not help wondering how vulnerable her friend's father would be to someone like herself. The sound of his laughter up the stairs after he had caught them in the spanking episode as well as the inciting image of his naked body and the way he played with his own prick were still haunting her. He was such a handsome, fun-loving man! Mandy could never understand why Phoebe fought with him so! Mandy thought how wonderful it would be to have a husband like him. If he belonged to her, she'd have him in bed as many hours of the day as she could maneuver it!
Then she had a wonderful idea! She knew that there was a woman's nightgown in her father's closet because she had seen it. It was sheer and white and swirled around in a silky film when she had put it on one day. It was just the thing to be wearing when Ken Cotton came home tonight. Of course, she would have to wear her quilted robe at first because the top of the nighty was all see-through lace and she didn't want to frighten Ken away before she had lured him inside. Quickly, she barged into her father's room and into his closet. With her heart in her mouth, she searched for the beautiful gown, which was no longer on the hook where she had found it before. With tears almost of rage, she pushed aside her father's suits and jackets and finally, under his own bathrobe, she thought she saw a wisp of white. Holding her breath, she took the robe down and, sure enough, it was the beautiful filmy gown which she sought.
She immediately jumped out of her pajamas and pulled the white cloud over her head and down over her young body. The lacy top was big for her just developing breasts, but that wouldn't be too noticeable she decided. Maybe when she took off the robe, she should keep moving, say, dancing! He wouldn't even notice then if the gown didn't fit! Yes, that's what she would do. She scooped up her pajamas then from where she had dropped them on her father's bedroom floor and ran to her own room for her bathrobe. The pink quilted robe looked absolutely ugly over the fine soft material of the long gown, but that might be better at first, the wily child schemed. She had already thought of how she was going to get Ken into the house. Not only would it get him into the house but into her very own bedroom! Everything had to be accomplished very quickly. It would spoil everything if her neighbor came home while she was still running around making preparations! She fetched her father's screwdriver and with no trouble loosened a worn bolt at the foot of her bed and pulled the frame out just enough to let the inner-spring fall to the floor. The bed did this once in a while by itself, and her father said the bolt needed to be replaced, but he never replaced it.
Surely too much time had already passed, Mandy thought in a panic. She ran to the front door, opened it a crack, and sat down in her hallway where she could see into the dimly lit outer hall where Ken Cotton must appear very soon. Had she put the screwdriver away, she suddenly thought in a panic. She couldn't remember. She didn't think she had. Oh well, she could always say she had tried to fix it herself! Oh, how tediously the minutes were going by! It sometimes seemed like hours to her between glances into the kitchen clock. She had left the light on there rather than in her own room, she didn't know why. Now that she had time to think about it, she wished she had left her bedroom light on. It would look more as though she were expecting help with the bed, she reasoned. Yet she feared leaving her post by the front door. He was sure to come the minute she stepped away. As more time crawled by, she began to suspect that maybe he had come already!
But at last she heard heavy feet ascending the stairs and just before his dark head with its slightly balding spot came into view, she jumped up and flew out the door into the big hallway.
"Oh, Mr. Cotton," she cried, breathing heavily as though she had just run all the way from her bedroom through six miles of apartments to reach the stairway. "I was just going to knock on your door!"
She so surprised him that after the couple of drinks he had just had, he had to grab for the railing. He wasn't drunk, just a little uncoordinated. "Hi, Mandy," he greeted her, not without a faint smile. He was making a magnificent effort to wipe the image of this afternoon from his mind.
"I hate to ask you, but do you think you could fix something for me? Dad won't be home until one or two in the morning, he said, and I can't wait that long." She made a point of emphasizing the time her father would be home.
"Depends what it is," Ken told her, wondering if her ass was still red. Christ, he'd bet it was!
"Well... well, it's my bed," she said more hesitantly than she meant to. "It... It's broken and I can't fix it. I know it's easy to fix if you're strong enough," she continued, "but I can't budge it."
He hesitated a moment and she feared he was going to refuse. She tried to look at him with the most innocent expression she could muster. But he began climbing the stairs again, this time... was it her overwrought imagination?... more quietly than before and turned toward her flat rather than his own. "I'll take a look at it," he told her, looking straight into her eyes with an expression that she could not interpret although he seemed to suspect something. What did she care as long as he came?
"This way," she pointed after she had closed the door after her. In her bedroom, you had to go through the kitchen to get to the bedrooms. Her bedroom was the nearest one, and she led him in, switching on the light immediately. She picked the screwdriver from the window sill where she had laid it down. "I know what you have to do," she explained, handing him the tool and starting to show him the bolt that was loose.
"I know," he said quietly and automatically took off his jacket, laid it over her bureau, and kneeled at the foot of the bed to push the frame back in shape. It took him little time to do it, but before he had finished, Mandy was out of her bathrobe and swirling around her room in the sheer gown. She heard her strong neighbor lift the inner-spring from the floor and drop it into the frame with the whack of wood against metal. She glimpsed at him from time to time so that she saw when he had finished as well as when he turned to watch her. "A little white butterfly," he smiled, sitting on the corner of the just fixed bed.
"Do you like my nightgown?" she asked, keeping the skirt moving in circles as great as the smallness of the room would allow.
"It doesn't look like yours," he said soberly, yet with a smile on his face. And then she got a magnificent idea!
"It isn't really!" she suddenly admitted and in a twinkling, pulled the billowing garment off over her head and stood before him in the nude. As though she had done nothing unusual at all, she reached over to a chair and picked up her pajamas as though she were going to put them on. Ken was gently laughing.
"Turn around," he said suddenly. "Turn around and let me see if your little bottom is as red as it was this afternoon." His gentle laughter had a lewd quality to it that sent hot flashes up the length of Mandy's young body. Slowly she rotated.
"Am I?" she asked, once she was back to.
"Can't see from here," he told her, and she backed up closer. "A little still," he said.
Mandy turned to face him, her pajamas still hanging from her hand. Was it his imagination or did her breasts heave a little more rapidly? He ran his eyes over her slender body, feasting on a surprisingly enticing sight. Then he noticed, by God, that her eyes were on his crotch where his cock had started to swell and press hard against the damn zipper! She was making no move at all to put her pajamas on. Guided by some primordial instinct, he unbuttoned his sports shirt, removing it. He pulled his tee shirt off over his head, and then he unbuckled his belt and unzippered his fly. Mandy was watching every movement, her brown eyes big as saucers. Christ, this was what she was after all the time. Probably broke the bed herself just to get him inside. He began pushing down his pants and then his underpants over his hips. He kicked his clothing aside, and Mandy had not removed her eyes from his wonderful cock, which was rising to tumescence rapidly, spurred on by her obvious desire and the loveliness of her tempting young body. His brain had now ceased to function, and he had become a mindless animal, acting purely by instinct, guided by primeval urges alone. Pulling her to his knees, he stretched out a hand and tentatively laid it on her shoulder, still bronzed by a summer in swimsuits. Then his head was buried between the soft cones of her breasts, and he was whispering, "Mandy, oh, Mandy..."
He pulled her between his knees, then over one leg and down onto the bed so that his cock fell onto her taut, smooth young stomach and immediately jerked against the smoothness of her abdominal plane. He felt a tremor run through her and he grasped her by the shoulders. Looking into her brown eyes, he read acquiescence there and better yet, desire. Slowly he lowered his lips on hers. An electrifying chill shook him as his mouth touched hers. The soft pliant lusciousness of her lips awoke new sensations in his own, and he eagerly ground them down on the willing young mouth. Gently he pressed his tongue against her teeth, firm in their custodianship of her mouth until finally he felt them give and he slipped his probing organ inside. Immediately, tip touching tip, and he felt her tongue timidly respond to the advances of his. Then they entwined, slipping and darting together in play, and he began to jab deeper and deeper into her throat. Her mouth felt like velvet, and her tongue was gaining in expertise as it probed and prodded experimentally.
Her arms crept up around his neck and drew his head tighter down on her. His hands were gripping her shoulders, and unconsciously he dug his fingers into the naked flesh, opening and closing his grip automatically. He could feel the vibrations of the first mewls of pleasure beginning in her throat, and nothing mattered to him now but the feel of this hot young body beneath him. One hand began to caress her dark hair, loosened from the pigtails she usually wore and flowing in wavy streams around her shoulders. Slowly he lowered his lips and began to tenderly kiss her doe-like neck, trailing down to her throat and her shoulders. He could feel a gentle undulation begin in her body, and her flesh cried out in desire, every nerve-ending sending a message to his own lust-aroused senses. He closed his lips over one of the ruby nipples, and he began to pull on it, rolling the tip between his lips and gently pressing his lower teeth into the crinkled outer skin. The nipple rose to an even greater length. Like a root reaching for water, it reached out for further caresses. He gently kissed the other rosy young bud, tweaking and teasing it until its length corresponded with its greatly erected twin. His lips wandered over the finely grained periphery of her soft body, tracing a moist shower of kisses which the love-parched skin seemed to soak up instantly.
Mandy's hands were grasping his shoulders now, and her pointed young nails dug unmercifully into his skin, leaving reddening nail imprints on the unprotected flesh. Her mouth was open and her red lips were framing words which he never thought he would hear again from a young girl. "Oh, Mr. Cotton, do it to me, please! Oh, please, kiss me all over, Mr. Cotton!"
Tenderly he stroked the firm curves of her hips and ran the tip of his tongue over her flat youthful stomach. His hands dropped to her smooth inner thighs and played there, caressing the sensitive flesh with his fingertips, awakening each erogenous area in turn. Almost reverently he kissed the sparse young wisps on her raised pubic mound, hairs still so fine they could be felt more easily than seen. He breathed in the faint female odor of her which was beginning to rise from the moist awakening entrance down between her squirming legs. His fingers played along the inside of her thighs, and he gently eased them further apart. He could see faint sheens of moisture there as he pressed aside the soft fleshy portals of her tight little vaginal mouth. He could see the faint pink of her pussy slit lying under the slightly darkened silken mound like a half-open magnolia. The tiny tip of her clitoris was barely discernible, peeping out like a vermillion needlepoint through the teasing fuzz of her outer cunt lips.
The trembling young girl began to whimper, and her hands, no longer able to reach Ken's shoulders, began to feverishly dig into the bedclothes and futilely squeeze wrinkles in them as if trying to build sand castles.
Ken looked up, afraid instantly at the sound of her whimpering. Was she sorry? Did she want him to stop? Had she come to her senses?
"Oh, Mr. Cotton," she moaned. "Please, please don't stop! Please!" Her answer had come immediately and Ken, hesitating no longer, pushed her knees up until the whole expanse of her virginal young pussy was visible to his hungry view.
The thinly haired outer lips were throbbing faintly and increasing in size, almost before his eyes, as they became blood-laden with desire. He could see the tattered edges of her tiny inner cunt lips guarding the hotly pulsating point of her clitoris. Her already moist cuntal opening, ragged and clustered like a delicate rose, lay beneath the sensuous pivot, and below that, Ken could see the faint brown ring of her tight little anus. His breathing was becoming more ragged now as he surveyed the bewitching panorama before him. He ran the tip of his wet red tongue over his lips, by now parched from the mounting heat of his still rising desire. Then slowly, surely, he lowered his head between her still tanned upright legs and reaching out with his long saliva-moistened tongue, gently flicked at the narrow slit before him.
Mandy jerked back from the strange new sensation of a living tongue licking between her legs and ground her hips into the rumpled bedclothes in a vain attempt to escape the incredible sensation. But Ken's tongue flicked out again and darted over the entire length of her pink throbbing cunt.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhh!" she cried, her hips jumping from side to side. But Ken grasped her firmly just below the waist and held her fast. Then once again, his tongue darted out and began to probe at the hidden folds of her tender young cunt. It prodded under the swollen outer lips, and his mouth pulled gently at the purplish inner lips. He searched the secret recesses of her cunt and finally came to rest on the pulsating head of her clitoris. He took the tiny button between his lips and imprisoning it there, began to tease it with the tip of his tongue. Mandy writhed from the novel contact, and Ken could feel the head growing beneath his tonguing. He nipped gently at it and then began to peck at it in a series of small bird-like bites.
"Oooooooohhhhhh," Mandy sighed, her moans taking on a new more urgent sound now. He raised his eyes and could see a faint blush of red spreading over her face. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip. She lowered her hands and groping, felt the wiry hairs in his head. She sank her hands in the dark strands and began to pull at them, trying to seek release from the tantalizing pecking at her tiny sensitive vaginal opening.
Ken's tongue slavered on, licking and sucking at her palpitating cunt. The tongue dabbed at her viscous cuntal opening, trying to force an entry and eliciting gasps of pain-pleasure from Mandy. With a surge, Ken finally managed to insert just the tip of his frenzied tongue into the tight membrane of her tight virginal cunt. The tongue wriggled and squirmed inside her, trying to force itself further into the warm pulsating little hole.
Mandy moaned and ground her pelvis up to receive his thrusting tongue. "Oh, Ken!" she suddenly used his name freely as she did in her private thoughts of him but never usually in person. Frantically, he buried his tongue deeper and deeper into her tight fleshy sheath, which began to close in around his plundering organ. He spread apart the furry flanges of her cunt to allow himself greater access to her succulent pussy. His nose and mouth were buried in her warmth, and he could feel his own hot breath returning in clouds from the expanded tunnel to heat his face.
Mandy was in the throes of a spine-trembling delight. She had never known anything like it. She had wanted Ken Cotton, plotted and schemed to engineer this adventure, and guided him intentionally into her bedroom. Even as she had done so, she had no idea it would be like this. She couldn't believe that his tongue could arouse this primitive joy in her! Passion rushed through her from the tips of her toes to the top of her skull. His darting tongue sent electric shocks of excruciating pleasure through every vein in her body and she lay writhing in the sensual thrill of his nerve tingling ministrations. The slight stubble on his chin abrasively added to her increasing pleasure, stimulating her dewy flesh into greater erotic heights. Her hands were clawing at his head, pushing his working face deeper into the throbbing opening of her cunt. Tumultuous spasms of desire gripped her body and she could feel herself buffeted by sexual paroxysms of lust.
Ken labored on, his ever-working tongue coaxing her responses into fever-pitch. He felt her hips begin to rise and fall with an involuntary fury, and a savage gurgle was beginning to bubble in her throat. With a driving grin, she matched his thrusts, mashing his face with her now fully awakened crotch on the upgrind and suctioning his tongue painfully as she bore down. Finally a series of rending wails pierced the air. Her body was flailing like a raft in a storm, her hands pulling cruelly at his hair and her hips bucking as furiously as if she were riding a wild bronco.
"Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh! Ooohhhh!" she moaned, her cries cut off and sounding again like radio static.
Ken, his exhausted tongue still probing and sucking, less energetically but still effectively, felt a warm moistness envelop his face as her unleashed sexual juices gushed out of their secret retreat and drenched his swirling member. Then, she was still. Ken lay face down in the bed, his breathing ragged, his tongue sore and tender from its workout. His head was still between her widespread legs, and her orgasmic juices drained from her cunt and darkened the blanket just beneath her. Minutes later, Ken, dozing in a sort of sexual twilight sleep, felt the young girl stirring beneath him. Raising himself up, he saw that her head was raised and resting on her elbow, and she was looking down at him.
His neglected cock leaped into semi-erection from the piercing sensuality of her gaze. Her smouldering dark eyes stared at him, and her full red lips were flushed with passion. Her nipples were still raised from her small mounds, and her other hand was resting on the soft triangle of her pubic mound. Ken stared back, mesmerized. It seemed as though in all his life, he had never seen anything so erotic as the sight of this young girl only twelve years old lying on the bed beside him! He didn't know what to say, but it didn't matter, because his throat was arid and he could only gurgle like an imbecile anyway. Her unwavering stare burned right through him down to the tip of sensuality which was fermenting in his loins.
With an animalistic growl, he rose up and almost leaping on top of her, knocked her flat on her back. He smashed his mouth down on hers, and all gentleness thrown to the winds, he ground down with a harsh brutal kiss on her lips. Again her arms reached up and pulled him down on her, and she returned the crushing bestiality of his kiss, biting at his lips, sucking his tongue far back into her mouth until he felt it would surely be pulled from its roots. She raked her nails down his back, and Ken could feel the burning rawness of her cat-like scratches. Christ, if Phoebe saw anything, he was in for it! He shook her nails out of his skin. He could feel her turgid young nipples digging into his chest like electric prods, and his head began to spin from the combined pain and lust which enveloped his body. His cock, which was fully erect, was pressing painfully against the hard bone of Mandy's pubic mound, and he shifted his hips, allowing it to slip between her legs. Immediately, her thighs closed in on the hardened rod of flesh and began to hollow in and out on his cock, milking it and drawing it to even greater length. With a moan, he pulled his lips from her impassioned kiss and began to bite at her neck just hard enough to leave faint teeth marks of kisses on her tanned skin, trailing down over her swanlike throat and even further to her upthrust breasts. Savagely he bit at the tantalizing orbs, wringing cries of pain from Mandy, but still she pressed his mouth down on her flesh. Brutally he spread her legs with his knees and grasping his enlarged prick in his hand, he guided the mammoth shaft toward her tiny cuntal opening. Without hesitation, he surged forward, fucking against her tight little cunt-mouth with all his might.
"Aaaaarrrrgggghhhhhhhh!" Mandy's heart-rendering shriek ran through the house, and Ken's heart skipped a beat as he imagined it tearing down the front stairway and permeating each flat, bringing the curious to listen at their doors. As he stopped to listen, it seemed as though a deadly silence fell over the entire building. Mandy's agonized cry had brought Ken to some semblance of his usual senses, also. Of course, he thought. She's a virgin! Oh God, how could I be so stupid! Frightened, he looked up and saw that tears were streaming down her face. Her hands, now released from his body, were clenched in pain, and her face was contorted with agony. Her features seemed particularly childlike, and for the first time, realization that he was fucking his own daughter's little girlfriend dawned on Ken! Tremors of fear and remorse coursed through him as the full implications of his actions seeped through his lust-inflamed brain. Shakily, he tried to rise to his knees, but he was stopped by Mandy's hand on his shoulder.
"Oh, Ken, please! Don't stop! Just not so hard, please, d... darling."
He couldn't believe it. Was she actually asking him to continue? After what he had done to her? Anxiously, he peered at her again. The agonized look of pain was gone from her face and once again, animal lust had replaced it. Her limpid eyes gazed back at his, and her hand reached down and encircled his huge cock.
"Put it in me! Fuck me!" she said, never taking her eyes from his face. The lewd words coming from so young and supposedly innocent a mouth incited Ken to greater lust and banished all thoughts of conscience from his head. His passion-inflated prick was aching for release, and he slowly lowered himself over her willing body once more. Gently he massaged her soft inner thighs, drawing them apart, widening her cuntal plane for his entry. He could see the petal-like opening of her cunt contracting in expectancy, and a thin stream of perspiration ran down from her vagina to her tiny puckered anus nestling teasingly down between the amber moons of her buttocks.
Gently this time, he guided the engorged head of his prick and laid it at the small cuntal entrance. Gazing at the astronomical difference in circumference, Ken could hardly believe that he could fuck it up into her tiny virginal little cunt-hole. She squirmed back from the contact of his rock-hard penis against her soft little pussy lips, and Ken briefly wondered whether he should abandon his attempt to fuck her. But the sight of her silky pink skin, and the memory of the fresh, little-girl cuntal taste in his mouth overpowered him, and he began to moisten the head in the lubricants which were still flowing around her hotly pulsating young pussy. Tenderly he tested the moistened head against the star-shaped hole and flexed his hips slightly in an attempt to aim his hardened pole of flesh into it. Again her virginal cunt held firm. Finally, desperately, he grasped her hips, and holding her in a clamp-like grip, he surged forward and managed to insert just the head in her tightly resisting elastic hole.
She did not withdraw back from his thrust although another wail of pain erupted from Mandy's throat. He rested the head just inside her cuntal entrance for a moment, giving her unused cunt a chance to adjust to the unaccustomed size and then, slowly, inch by inch, began to move forward, embedding more and more of his mammoth prick inside her tightly clasping tunnel. Moan after moan escaped Mandy's lips and her head tossed from side to side, like an animal in pain. The sinewy walls of her cunt closed in on his prick like a wide elastic band, and Ken could barely push his encased cock onward. Finally he had sunk it, every last inch of it, in her cunt. Beads of perspiration stood out on his forehead from the harsh exertion of his task, and his cock felt truly imprisoned. Mandy had ceased moaning, but her face still wore a look of pain, no trace of pleasure or passion showed in her tearful face. Ken felt a surge of pity for the young girl so cruelly skewered by his huge mature rod, and another stab of remorse twisted his heart. He didn't want to hurt her, but she wanted it, and he couldn't resist. He had been thrown into a torpor by Phoebe's refusals. Then when he had suddenly, forcefully sodomized her, his sexual needs yawned open again as though they had been stretched the way you stretch your stomach with a big meal. He could go on fucking all night, maybe longer than that. He hoped that the pain would soon go away from Mandy's slight young body.
Gently he began to withdraw from her and to his surprise, his penis came out fairly easily. He pulled out until just the bloated head was still inside the tender folds and then began to plow forward again. This time his cock found her sheath more open and easier, and he was able to glide forward without too much restriction from her tight channel. Then he was able to fuck in and out easily. Her cuntal passage adjusted to his enormous size and aided by fresh internal lubricants, expanded freely with the approach of the burgeoning instrument.
Mandy began to relax, too. The body-crushing pain that had engulfed her earlier had terrorized her as well. She felt as if she were being split wide open. She thought she could never be the same after it and was beginning to be sorry she had encouraged Ken to do it to her. But now, the pain had completely subsided and something else had taken its place, a flicker of heat was smouldering again in her loins, and as Ken's fucking in and out gradually became easier, the flicker ignited into flames, sending shooting heat waves up through her body. As Ken sawed in and out with long smooth strokes, her virginal body fanned the flames into an inferno of raging fire, and her whole being quivered and shook under the boiling murkiness of her vaginal cavern.
The small spark which was started in Ken's stomach at his first sight of Mandy's red little ass under Dotty's raised hand downstairs in the entry now ignited and began spreading searing flames lapping throughout his body. The raging fire inside was burning fiercely, threatening to uncap the raging fires from the center of the earth itself and send him shattering into powdery ash. God, he had never felt anything like this. He couldn't imagine anything as wonderful as fucking into this young tender virgin just a few short steps from where his cross wife was! The different room, the different air that nestled around their bodies as his body sliced through the air and contacted hers made him feel at least twenty years younger. She was just a child and she had wanted him! Nothing was of any consequence now but pleasing and being pleased by this tender young body writhing in desire beneath him, begging for his cock to continue plowing into her.
Mandy's hands were clenched around his neck, and she had raised her legs and was clasping him around the waist, her ankles locked together, her passion giving surprising strength to her slim legs. Mewls of pleasure punctuated her gasps for breath, and her entire body rippled like a fish under water. Every inch of her still tanned skin seemed alive and anxious to breathe his maleness in and her young cunt had aged years in its experiments at drawing his cock in and pleasing and teasing it. The inferno inside Mandy was now also raging out of control and she bucked her hips up against Ken's grinding loins. Waves of passion were flowing over her entire body, and try as she might, she could not keep her eyes from watering. Lust dimmed them and it was beyond her control to focus them. The feeling was emanating from her loins where every nerve-ending seemed to be roiling in a lewd pot of lust. Suddenly, her hips were jerking out of control, spasm after spasm twisted her body and her head was spinning. Flashes of purples and reds and pinks and blues were exploding in her brain and she felt as if her head was a multi-colored gyroscope, rotating of its own accord. A strange wailing escaped her lips as she flailed her head from side to side.
"Iiiiiiieeeeeee," she screamed as she rocked and tossed in a mania of lust and passion, completely abandoned to her hedonistic search for gratification.
Finally the earth erupted in Ken, too, and he battered his hips against her hot, plunging young loins as he spewed spurt after spurt of hot bubbling sperm far, far up into her yielding cunt, filling it almost to the bursting point. Gnawing, savage noises tore from his throat, sounds over which he had no control as they clung to each other in a feverish love-grip, her tight quivering young belly growing by the instant from the force and impact of his orgasm. Then he collapsed onto her exhausted body and they lay there, their bodies spent from their lust. Ken's head was a jumbled mass of thoughts, but throughout his whole being, a peace spread, infusing him with optimism and joy, feelings he hadn't felt for a very long time.
Mandy lay there, already wondering how she was going to bring about another time with him. Never would she have enough of this whirlwind crescendo of passion. Always she would be eternally grateful to Kenneth Cotton for the wonderful experience he had given her, and if she had her way she would express this gratitude to him every night for the rest of her life!
CHAPTER THREE
"Your father is just super!" Mandy was confiding in Dotty, who could not, would not believe a word of her friend's story.
"How would you know!" her little blonde friend retorted.
"Oh, Dotty, believe me, he is really bad! Really super bad!" From the pinnacle of her enthusiasm, she looked into her friend's golden brown eyes and saw the pain, which she supposed was the pain of being left out. "Oh, Dotty," she hugged her friend, "I'm sorry, but I think if we had both been there, he never would have done it. Not the first time!"
Dotty pulled forcefully away and then shouted, "Never! He never!" The expression in her beautiful eyes now was not pain but the beginning of a hatred that frightened Mandy. After all, Dotty was not just her best friend but her only friend!
"I'm sorry, Dotty," the dark-haired girl mumbled, confused as to how to handle her friend now.
"You never did any such thing with him!" Dotty screamed.
"Shhhh!" Mandy cautioned her. They were outside in the hall between their two flats and leaning over the massive wooden rail. It was Saturday and both of their fathers were at home. Thomas Carillo was still asleep after a late, late night. "Where's your father now?" Mandy asked Dotty.
"In the livingroom getting drunk!"
"Is your mother working today?"
"Y-Yes," Dotty answered, wondering what her friend had in mind.
"How about if I prove it to you!" Mandy hissed then.
"Hmph," Dotty snorted. "Go ahead! If you can!"
"All right, come on! You go hide somewhere but be where you can hear, okay?"
"Okay," Dotty agreed warily. There was a light tripping feeling starting in the pit of her stomach, but she put her key in the lock, opened the door, and the two girls crept in.
"Wait," Mandy said suddenly. "I've got to be outside first or else how did I get in? See what I mean?"
"Yeah," agreed Dotty. "Maybe he won't let you in."
"He'll let me in," the dark-eyed child said with uncomfortable self-assurance. After what she thought was enough time, she knocked very loudly on the door. Again she knocked until finally she heard Ken's heavy, shuffling footsteps approaching the door. Then it opened and she felt almost delirious with the joy of seeing her lover of the night before, however he stunk of whiskey and regardless of the fact that he seemed to be leaning a little heavily on the door frame.
"Hi!" she said brightly, with a warm smile.
After his eyes had focused and he realized who it was, he, too, tried to smile but in a paternal fashion. "Dotty isn't here," he told Mandy. "She's out..."
Mandy broke in on him. "I know she is, Ken. She's playing with Gina down the street and Gina's mother just took them downtown."
"Oh," he said. "Well, thanks for telling me." He started to close the door.
"I... I didn't come to tell you that," Mandy quickly inserted: When he lowered his hand from the doorknob this time, Mandy pushed the door open herself and slid inside. "I wanted to talk to you," she said softly, her big brown eyes melting. She had worn shorts today, shorts that she had outgrown. They were tight, and with all the expertise of an instinctively sexy woman, she rolled her hips in order to draw his attention to them. The drink had robbed him of alertness and he didn't even notice that while he was watching her hips she was closing the door. He didn't even think of what was happening until she had wordlessly slipped her arm through his and they were entering the livingroom. Finally he muttered, patting her hand absently.
"I don't think you should come in here now," he told her.
"Please!" she begged him, jumping around to face him although leaving her hand under his wrist. Gradually she worked her hand along his wrist and into his hand. He put his drink down on the end table, and his slightly reddened eyes seemed to have tears in them.
"Mandy, I... I'm sorry about last night," he began, but confusion reigned in his mind. She had thrown herself at him, yet he was the adult in the situation and, as such, was responsible.
Her big brown eyes were round with fright. "Oh, no!" she begged. "Please don't be sorry! How can you be sorry for something that was so... so beautiful!"
Unfortunately she was expressing exactly how he felt and he had had just enough to drink so that he could find no words with which to lie. The best he could do was express the caution he had decided must be taken.
"We... we can't do things like that," he told her in a subdued voice, but already she had come to him and was slowly putting her young arms around his neck. Without thinking, he was folding her in close to his heart while he talked. "You are much too young for an old duffer like me," he was saying. "I'm married and I have a daughter and..."
Boldly, Mandy had moved her sweet young face close to his and was hovering her lips on his lower lip. Now she slipped out her tongue and ran the tip of the smooth pink organ along the flesh of his face, which tickled as if crawling with insects. Unconsciously he stroked her shining, dark brown hair and closed his eyes, giving himself to the loving, sensuous caresses that he so needed! Oh what could he do? How could he possibly resist such a rare experience, one he needed so badly? Automatically he began walking with her, steering her toward his bedroom. He felt a tug at his pants while they moved. With one of her hands she had begun to toy with the zipper of his fly. Finally she managed to unhook the top and he not only heard the buzzing of its opening but felt the welcomed release from pressure. His pants began to fall the length of his legs, and his prick, slowly awakening to erection because of the alcohol began to press against his shorts. Then she took these down for him also, slipping them over his thighs without the slightest modest hesitation. God, what a difference between her and Phoebe, and Phoebe was a woman! He kicked the clothing off his ankles and then took off his sport shirt and T-shirt, revealing all the body hair that Mandy was beginning, even at her tender age, to find delicious. While he was doing that, Mandy slipped out of her shorts and shirt in almost a single stroke. Then she began pulling at the hairs on his body as he finished undressing.
It was when he pulled the T-shirt over his head that she reached out for his prick and began to stroke it with her fingers, the tips of her nails barely scraping the flesh. She cupped his balls, dangling low between his legs, though he was as yet unaware of the attention, and weighed them in her palms. When he realized what she was up to, he sat on the bed and lay back while she followed him without taking her hands from his body. She searched through the wiry pubic hair, pulling the matted dark curls and slid a finger down between his legs, worming it along to where his anus lay between his clenched buttocks. Then she turned her attention to his growing prick and began to massage the fleshy organ, rolling it between her two palms, all the while pulling gently on it as if she were striving to lengthen it that way. Under his eyes, he could see it become infused with reddish color, the head took on more obese proportions and the whole length of it began to protrude from the forest of his pubic hair like a proud tree. The blue veins were raised against the smooth top surface, and they seemed to palpitate beneath the young girl's touch. He could feel her fingers grate along the webbed underside, and she began to probe at the base where it separated from his loins, digging at the foundation, sending thrills of hitherto unknown joy scurrying through him.
"Where did you learn this?" he mumbled, just audible enough to be heard.
"I'm just doing what I want," she said. "Is it all right?"
"Christ, yes!" he said more loudly now. "Do you feel like... like kissing it?"
Suddenly he felt the delicious, wordless contact of warm moist lips on the burgeoning head, and with a sigh, he felt more and more of the length being enclosed in her soft, buttery young mouth. He couldn't believe it. Looking down, he saw that her eyes were closed, and her silken hair was falling down over her face and onto his prick, where it tickled the fleshy protuberance tantalizingly. He saw her ovalled lips slide down the full length and he could hardly believe it when he felt the head of his cock touch all the way to the back of her throat. Surely she'll choke, he thought to himself, but he made no move to withdraw his hardened rod from her willing mouth. He could feel his sensitive flesh ripple along the ridged roof of her mouth, and he could barely discern the sharp edges of her teeth as they glided over his slippery length.
His balls were still cupped protectively in her palm, and the other hand was clasped around what little remained of his prick where it furled and unfurled around the base stimulating it on to even greater length. Inside her velvety mouth, her tongue teased the tiny opening at the head of his cock, darting in and out of the slit, trying to suck whatever cum might be lurking there. Her teeth pressed gently against the under channel, playing with its venous surface, and her lips slipped up and down, stopping just under the spreading folds of the head as her hand drew the instrument out.
Mandy labored on as if in a trance. Her head pumped abandonedly from side to side, slavishly licking every inch of the monstrous pole, sucking harder and harder, her tongue swirling faster and faster. She could taste the mildly sweet-sour taste of Ken's cum which was beginning to form at the tiny opening, and the bloated head felt heavy in her mouth. Her hand automatically pumped at the sperm-loaded balls, frantically pummeling them, trying to send their life-giving seed on their way. She could feel the hard knobby head pressing painfully against her larynx, but she made no move to ease the giant instrument a little further out of her lips. Instead she seemed to be trying to swallow even more of it in her completely filled mouth.
Gradually his thoughts left off wondering where she had learned all this as a blissful rapture began sweeping all over Ken. He felt as if his head were floating, reaching up for dizzy sensual heights. He felt as if every muscle and vein in his body were bursting with passion, and he felt sure smoke must be rising from his skin, so intense were the fires burning inside him. The bedroom pieces around him, window, bureau, wardrobe, swam before his eyes. It was as though his prick were the central pole of a merry-go-round and that he and Mandy alone were astride the gilt horses. Then just when the beginnings of a wild, uncontrollable release were starting to take hold of him, the warning knell of his intuition tried to rouse him. He was even aware of the footsteps from the doorway, but it did not occur to him to try to find out if there was an intruder and if so, who it was. All his faculties were concentrated on the tremendous pounding of pleasure that was hammering away in his loins, and he anxiously strained for the ultimate release.
Suddenly the world was spinning indeed, and Ken suffered the sensation of falling. For a split second he was confused. He thought he had reached an unknown pinnacle of pleasure and that he was cumming, but then he became aware of the bed under him and his unrelieved hunger. Dazed, he lay sprawled, arms and legs awry and tried to focus his swimming eyes on what was happening. He was aware of girlish voices and could barely make out Mandy laughing, seemingly no longer interested in his prick that was burning with its unshed passion. Another voice caught his ears. It sounded familiar, but who was it? God, what was happening? With a struggle he got up on one elbow and looked. He could make out a slight female shape looking down at him. For a moment, his heart turned a somersault. He thought it was his wife, Phoebe, who had discovered them but his vision cleared allowing him to see... Christ! It was Dotty!
"What are you doing here!" he bellowed angrily before he could think of any other approach.
"What are you doing here, Daddy?" Dotty asked, a mocking sound in her voice. She had removed all of her clothes, too, and stood over him, hands on hips, like a mini-temptress. Christ! He started to get up but felt a gigantic weight hit him. He was aware of two female bodies jumping on him, and then all he felt was a tangle of naked arms and legs. They pulled at him, tugging on his limbs, and succeeding in rolling him over and over until he found himself at the other edge of the bed.
He heard himself laughing and found himself fighting back in a playful mood. They were cavorting and playing on the bed like three little kids who couldn't sleep. He felt pillows descend on his head and body and with a strange wild feeling, a desire to retaliate, he grabbed the pillows and fought back with them. Their girlish giggles rang with his manly ones throughout the flat. The three of them, man and little girls, were stark naked, but he soon lost any concern for that at all. He felt as if a great weight had been lifted from him. He felt as young as they were, unburdened by any of the responsibilities and problems of the adult world. Then, exhausted by his kiddish playfulness, he sat back on the bed, begging his companions to give him a breather.
His feet were up on a pillow and he was struck by how white and hairy they were. Then his glance fell on the two girls by his side, sitting on the edge of the bed, whispering conspiratorially. He studied his own daughter's petite twelve year old body, and he felt a renewed love for her steal over him. She was getting to be a little woman, he thought, and it had somehow stolen by him until now. Her long dark blonde hair was kinky out of the pigtails. Her rosebud breasts, their delicate pink nipples showing like the heart of some beautiful flower, swelled up proudly from her smooth flesh. He could see a faint flaxen down covering her pubic mound, and her entire body was only just beginning to take on a womanly appearance. He gulped at the sight of this beautiful nymph that was his very own, her hardy golden appearance greatly enhanced by the dark mischievousness of Mandy. Suddenly they were on top of him again, knocking the breath out of him. His prick had died of neglect, and it was a soft mass of flesh cuddled between his hairy thighs, hiding itself in the knotted pubic curls.
Now it was being gently taken between two hands, being raised from its curly bed. Looking down, he saw that Mandy had again resumed her position between his legs and was beginning to stroke new life into his disappointed prick. He shouldn't allow this, he vaguely thought and then forgot what he had been thinking. He could feel his cock stirring beneath Mandy's feathery touch and he could see the crinkly skin of his balls moving and writhing like some giant sluggish insect. Maybe it was a sure way to save his daughter from being a kook like her mother! He spread his legs, allowing more room for Mandy's slender body and lay back, basking in the attention of two women! He closed his eyes, revelling in the new warmth which was spreading from his loins over his whole body.
Then he opened his eyes when he felt a moistness, a warmth over his face. A shadow was descending over him and before he could pull away, the moist, fleshy mass settled itself on his mouth and for an instant, panic seized him as his breath was cut off. Adjusting his head slightly, he became aware that it was his own Dotty! She had placed her blonde young cunt directly over his mouth! Her spicy feminine odor permeated his nose and already he could taste a drop of her sweet, excited lubricant which escaped from her hungry cunt. Tentatively, he flicked out his tongue and dabbed at the moist pink split above him. He felt his daughter jerk back from the unexpected contact and then settle herself back on his tongue. He began to swipe at her luscious pussy, twirling his tongue around the moistening folds and crevices of her virginal orifice, eliciting tiny gasps of pleasure from her. His searching organ found the tip of her clitoris and began to massage the tiny bud, gently titillating the very tip. He traced his tongue along the sparsely haired lips, which were already beginning to throb and swell with the blood that was rushing into them. He tickled the frayed pink edges of her tiny inner lips feeling their ragged pulsating edges. He dabbed at the small cuntal opening, and he heard Dotty's breath come in pants, in time to his tonguing dabs.
Now he raised his hands and placed one on either side of her, squeezing her widespread hips. His fingers caressed the smooth golden flesh, pulling and stroking in wide circular movements. Her hands automatically began to massage his shoulders, slipping in and out of the body hollows. They ran along his rough neck, petting the bumpy skin. They slipped up to his hair, where they dug into the strands and massaged his head, kneading the skin and pulling at his short dark hair. He began to suck voraciously at the proffered cunt above him. He licked the tender flesh, drawing its nectar-sweet juices into his mouth. His teeth nipped at the soft edges, trapping it here and there, while the tongue teased the imprisoned flesh unmercifully.
Her clitoris began to increase in size under his ministrations, and he bit into it with a series of teasing little bites, each one sending an electric charge through her twitching body. His tongue jabbed at the contracting cuntal opening, and then he surged it forward and buried the tip in her warm cuntal depths.
A deep sigh escaped Dotty as she felt her father's organ snaking out from between his lips and hungrily searching in the warm wet walls of her pussy. She could feel it lick along the inner grooves and dart ever deeper into her inner sanctum. On his part, Ken could feel her velvety vaginal sheath contracting over his tongue, and he began to swirl it around faster and faster, whipping up a froth of lubricant, which dripped from her vagina and foamed at the corner of his mouth. His face was becoming flushed from his exertion and also from the fantastic manipulation of Mandy's mouth on his prick.
His long cock had risen again and was now towering out from his loins. Mandy was purring like a kitten around the hard pillar of his cock and her throat muscles were milking it in a manner he had never experienced before. The whole length of her tongue washed the underside of his shaft with her saliva. Then she withdrew his shaft from her mouth and Ken stifled a groan as he felt the dripping rod exposed to the coolness of the air. She leaned slightly forward and began to paint his balls with her juices, still holding his thick cock firmly by the base. He felt the sperm bloated sacs quiver as she trailed her wet tongue over them, and then once again she enclosed the turbulent prick in her mouth and continued to exploit it in an effort to milk it dry, increasing his fever a hundredfold.
Ken's head was still imprisoned between Dotty's thighs, and he burrowed his tongue deep into her slippery passage. Her thighs clenched tightly around his face, squeezing his face unmercifully. He licked at the juice of her flowing cunt, her pungent fermenting moistness coating his face. His strange lewd sucking sounds echoed in the room, and all that mattered to him at that moment was the delicious pussy that was splayed open to his questing mouth. Little mewls of pleasure were gurgling from Dotty's lips as she rode him like an equestrian heroine just as she rode his back when she was but little younger. Not for a moment did she relinquish her thigh-grip on him. Her body moved with a rhythm of its own, and she ground her pussy hungrily down on Ken's trapped face. He could feel the walls of her cunt closing in on him in even stronger contractions, and his tired tongue worked feverishly to sustain the heights that it had initiated.
He could also feel Mandy's voice vibrating somewhere around his cock and occasionally little moans of pleasure escaped from around his still-spreading prick. Opening his eyes, he saw the ecstatically contorted face of his daughter waving above him, her eyes closed, her mouth half-open and working grotesquely. Her small breasts were bobbing in the air, and thin rivulets of sweat ran down the small valley between their youthful orbs. Her taut stomach palpitated with the force of her grinding down on his face, and the downy surface of her pubic mound was glistening with perspiration. He raised his hand and began to knead the rocking moons of her ass, shaping the flesh with his fingers like dough. His entire body was on fire, buffeted between the two girls. He was coated with perspiration and tremors convulsed him. His prick was leaping obscenely into Mandy's sucking mouth, and he could feel the fomentation swirling in his balls. Red-hot pokers jabbed at his flesh, and boiling lava coursed through his veins.
"I'm cummmmmming!" screamed his daughter while she bucked and reared like a wild thing, bouncing up and down on his face until he thought that he would be disfigured. Her warm juices flowed down over his mouth and nose, their honey-like sweetness seeping in through his facial orifices. Her small tight young cunt was convulsing demoniacally, and he felt a tremendous ache at the root of his tongue, where the mouth of her hot little hole was pulling at the flicking organ in a desperate attempt to swallow it entirely. Just then the inferno within him raged out of all control, and he felt his own body begin a lewd dance of wanton abandon and he jerked and tossed, unseating the now satiated Dotty. Mandy still clung by her mouth to his gushing cock, and her face billowed and hollowed as she hungrily swallowed every last drop of his molten semen. She gasped and sputtered and drops of his foaming white cum overflowed out the corners of her mouth.
Satiated and spent from their lust-crazed orgy, all three of them lay there, sensual desire swelling out of every sinew and bone in their bodies, and little trickles of cum trailed around them as though they had been caught and anchored by a giant spider.
* * *
Phoebe let herself into the flat, hoping against hope that Ken had gone out somewhere. The day had turned out to be a relatively slow one at work and she had no trouble getting off to try to get rid of a threatening headache and just simply rest. She had no sooner opened the door when she heard the laughter of feminine voices and then, damn it, the huskier guffaw of her husband's voice. God, it sounded as though they were tearing the house apart! They must be playing tag! The minute she was not there, they launched into every activity she had forbidden them! Kenneth could not get it into his stubborn head that he was making it extremely difficult to raise Dotty properly! She had so wanted her daughter to have both a father and a mother, which Phoebe had not had. Yet, maybe she had been better off than she had always thought. Maybe Dotty would have more of an advantage after all with only a mother!
She was just about to step into the livingroom when she saw the naked, laughing figure of her husband dash past only a few feet away from her. He was looking over his shoulder and almost bent double with laughter. He was galloping around the room in circles and Phoebe was so stunned she could not move though she wanted to dash in there herself and confront him. Then she gasped. Another naked figure came from the direction of the bedroom and ran into view. It was the little girl next door, Mandy Carillo, her long dark hair flowing behind her, her arms outstretched, trying to reach Ken. Her gently shaded young pubic triangle was emphasized by the gleaming white skin above her tanned legs, which rippled with the efforts of her gait. Phoebe had barely time to draw a breath before she caught sight of yet another figure, this time her own daughter! Dotty was running on her stronger, heftier legs, and she was as naked as the other two! Even without good lighting, Phoebe could see her golden brown eyes sparkle. Her cherry red mouth was open, revealing her perfect white teeth. The tip of her pointed pink tongue darted out to wet her lips, and her small breasts bobbed and bounced from the jaunting movement of her body. All three were playing some kind of lewd game of naked tag, and the places they were trying to touch were not the usual places either! Blind fury convulsed the stunned Phoebe. She thought that the wisest thing to do was to leave and get Tom across the hall, but if she left, who knows that they would still be here? She dearly wished to have a witness, thoughts of divorce racing through her mind with the sure swaths of a steel sword.
Mandy saw the seething woman, however, before she could act. Being seen, she dashed immediately into the room, her hands doubled into fists, her dress riding up around her thighs. "You dirty bastard!" she screamed. "You dirty old man!" The other two naked figures stopped their game abruptly and looked at her. Her face was beet red and contorted, and saliva was forming into flecks of foam at her lips. Her arms were raised to throw her force at Ken and her dress was so high that Dotty noticed her mother's shapely legs for the first time in her young life. Phoebe made straight for Ken and began to pummel him with her fists, all the while mouthing obscenities at him, oblivious to the children. He, surprised beyond belief, just stood there, mouth open, staring at the strange sight, impervious even to her stinging blows.
Mandy and Dotty, who was no lover of her mother, were at first dismayed by the sudden entry of the woman but regained their cool and began to laugh with gusto at the ludicrous sight and sound of the furious woman. Phoebe was kicking freely at Ken, and she landed one hard thump on his shin, causing Ken to lift the attacked leg and bellow with rage. The two girls began to jump up and down, completely forgetting the situation in which Phoebe had found them. Like the children they really were, they began to clap their hands, egging Ken on to defend himself against his angered wife.
He lunged forward after the sharp blow to his shin had brought him to his senses, tackling Phoebe with his big shoulders, and bringing them both to the floor with a heavy thud. The petite blonde woman continued to kick and swing at him, digging at the rug as much as at him. Finally Ken was able to subdue his enraged wife by pinning her arms back and sitting on her legs. Trapped though she was, she continued to spew invectives at her husband, her face a deformed picture of rage.
"Bastard!" she howled. "No-good bum! You wait until my lawyer gets through with you!"
In spite of the ominous threat, Ken couldn't suppress a laugh. He knew she couldn't prove what she had seen. The girls would lie for him. Dotty would lie for him anyway. "My goodness," he chuckled. "What have we here? A party-pooper?" With that he began to pull her dress from her imprisoned body. She tried to struggle, but pinioned as she was, the attempt was futile. He managed to remove her dress and then flicked her bra and removed that, too. Dotty stared at the size of her mother's breasts as they bounced free. Ken had reached down and was beginning to roll down her panties. Phoebe, her legs released for a split second, kicked out furiously and landed a hard blow to Ken's chin, knocking him completely off balance. But before she could get off the floor, the young girls were galvanized into action and landed on top of her, pinning her down. Mandy she might have escaped from, but Dotty was strong, like her father. Even now, Phoebe was no match for Dotty's strength.
Ken had recovered from her wild attempt to escape, but his anger was now awakened. Who the hell did she think she was, this woman of ice, into whom there seemed to be no door, no matter how hard he pummeled, no matter what method he used to try to open her up! Seeing her pinned to the floor by the girls gave him another idea in regards to breaking her chaste spirit. He instructed the girls to keep her lying flat and they gleefully rearranged themselves to be sure of complying with his order. Dotty sat on her mother's legs and Mandy held down her weakened arms. Ken could see that his wife was quivering in fear, and he relished the look of fright on her face. Her legs were slightly spread and he could see a faint pulsing of her pussy. Sweat was running in trickles down between her legs, and her breasts were heaving. Her entire body was streaked with dampness and smudge. He paced up and down, stroking his chin, pondering over the best thing to do with her. There was more than one possibility. He made his decision for the most outrageous.
"Dotty, why don't you give your mother a little kissing and loving to make up for what we've done to her!"
Dotty stared at him for a moment, and then a salacious grin spread across her young features as she understood what he wanted. She glanced at Phoebe's unprotected pussy and then back at her father. Her eyes were flashing as if in expectancy of what was to come. Again, she swiped her tongue over her dry lips and returned her gaze to Phoebe's trembling pussy. Ken reached down and replaced Dotty as custodial of Phoebe's feet. Grasping an ankle in either hand, he spread her legs wide and then sat back, still grasping her ankles, allowing plenty of room for Dotty, who was settling herself between the widespread legs. Phoebe, recognizing what was to come, tried to struggle, but she was held in a vise-like grip and couldn't move. A broken sob escaped from her throat and she could only whimper.
"Oh, Dotty... how could you!"
To Ken's surprise, Dotty paid no attention to her words but almost immediately lowered her head and took a closer look at the pink throbbing delicacy between her mother's legs. Her small hands began to knead the fleece-covered pubic mound, and Ken was surprised by the expert motion of the young girl. He glanced quizzically at Mandy and Mandy understood.
"I taught her!" she said proudly. "She's pretty good, isn't she?"
Ken opened his mouth in amazement and was about to reply, when his attention returned inevitably to the action beside him. Dotty was slowly spreading the soft, hair-rimmed flanges of her mother's cunt, her thumb and forefinger pressed out on either side. She drew apart the outer lips, and craning his neck, Ken could see the pink frayed edges of her inner pussy lips come into view. The tip of her pink-budded clitoris was barely visible through the maze of blonde pubic hair, and Dotty's eyes widened at the voracious sight in front of her. Greedily she ran her eyes over the moist throbbing folds, the jagged edges of her cuntal hole, which were pulsing slightly, the darkened crinkled skin of her anus, barely noticeable wedged between the full rounded folds of her buttocks.
The blue veins stood out prominently against her smooth inner thighs and above the upraised mound, her flat stomach quivered. Raising her eyes, Dotty could see the shivering mounds of Phoebe's breasts, the nipples still flush with the flowing pink areolae. The white orbs rose up proudly, forming a deep, snowy valley. Dotty swept her eyes down the finely sculpted form of her mother and noted the fine sweep of her hips, the tiny puckered navel which gave way to a thin line of glistening blonde hairs which fell all the way to her sparkling pubic triangle. Then her golden brown eyes darted back automatically to the sight in front of her. She raised a finger and guided it toward the tight quivering little apex. She felt Phoebe jerk back from the touch of her finger on her open vaginal slit but continued to stroke the narrow furrow, digging in underneath the shielding outer lips. She ran the tip of her finger along the ragged edges of the pale mauve inner lips and touched the sensitive button of her clitoris. A violent spasm convulsed through Phoebe as she felt her daughter's own finger on her most erogenous area. But the finger remained in place and began to gently stroke the tiny tip, coaxing it into hardness. Dotty could feel the tip growing under her touch and continued her massaging, revelling in the sight of the growing miniature cock. She could see that the outer lips were beginning to swell with passion. They assumed a reddish color and began to throb visibly. She dropped her finger to the viscous opening and probed tentatively at it, sending fresh shudders spasming through the older woman. She inserted the tip of her finger inside the moist opening, and immediately the walls contracted and closed in around her finger and began an involuntary but rhythmic throbbing movement. She insinuated her finger further in and began to swirl it gently around. To her surprise, this made her mother moan with pleasure. Little whimpers of joy came from her, and her hips began a slight, but definite, rotation on the skewering finger.
Ken was amazed. He was witness of the slight flush which was spreading over his wife's body, and he could hardly believe his ears when he heard her begin to whine with pleasure. He released his strong grip on her legs, and they immediately folded up and tried to encircle the girl who was laboring between them. Shaking his head in disbelief, Ken sat back, happy with his ringside view of the exciting show. Reluctantly Dotty withdrew her finger from the tempting hole and began to massage Phoebe's inner thighs. The withdrawal elicited gasps of outrage from Phoebe, but she was somewhat mollified by the sensuous caresses which Dotty was lavishing on her thighs. Then Dotty pushed the thighs further apart and pressed back on her knees so that Phoebe's legs were raised up and her daughter had a better view and closer access to her cunt. Slowly Dotty lowered her head toward the warm visibly pulsating spot.
"Mmmmmmm," Phoebe sighed as she felt Dotty's cool tongue make contact with her involuntarily moistening cunt. Little ripples of pleasure raced along her flesh, and a sensuous serpent-like writhing again followed involuntarily. Dotty began to lick at the soft skin, her tongue swirling here and there, lapping up the delicious cunt-nectar. The tip probed into every nook and cranny, every hidden crevice of her cunt, searching, seeking, drawing out every last drop of seeping vaginal honey. It played with the burgeoning bud of her clitoris, tantalizing it. It darted into the roseate cuntal opening, which blossomed open like a flower over the darting organ. Dotty surged forward, her tongue working frantically, twirling, slashing inside her mother's now steaming depths. Deeper and deeper it plunged, lashing around in her hungrily contracting vaginal sheath. On and on she slavered, plowing her frenzied tongue in and withdrawing it out again, making wet sluicing sounds as it plopped out. She ran the length of it down to where the little anal mouth lay hidden and dabbed at the tiny puckered nether entrance. The strange sensation made her clench her smooth buttock spheres together but the ubiquitous tongue found its way and began to brush teasingly over the clenched mouth of her rectum.
Phoebe's hips began to wave in time to the probing rhythm of the organ digging into her, and the ripples gave way to great waves of tumultuous pleasure. She closed her eyes, giving her body over completely to the torrential ecstasy. God, she had no idea it would be as good as this. The thought that this was depraved, this enjoyment of her own daughter's tongue, crossed Phoebe's mind, but she blanked it out. All that really counted was the delicious pleasure that this offspring of her own was giving her hungry, love-denied cunt. The sensations that swept through her at the tantalizing swipe of the girl's tongue were greater than she had ever experienced before. The maddening lashes were slipping her into a maniacal frenzy and with superhuman strength she tore her arms away from Mandy's imprisoning grip and flung them down on Dotty's head. Desperately she pushed the child's head down even further between her legs. She could feel Dotty's hot breath explode from her body and pour into her widened vagina, adding to her tremendous pleasure. She raised her knees up even further and clasped her daughter around the sides of her head, imprisoning her even more securely. Dotty's entire face was now covered by Phoebe's voracious cunt and the warmness of her mother's body heated her own flushed visage. She could feel Phoebe's hands digging into her head, pushing her down, and she thought she would suffocate. But she kept on slavering, her reptilian tongue working furiously, lewdly inciting the older woman to even greater abandon.
Kenneth Cotton was mesmerized by the scene. He had no idea that the depraved act would affect his wife so much. He had never seen her like this, not even when he worked long and hard and finally got her into the throes of some uninhibited love-making. A momentary pang of jealousy stabbed him but he suppressed it. After all, he had started this in order to find out what opened her! So he contented himself with being an audience to the perverted scene, his eyes fixed with a glassy stare, anxious not to miss a single second of it.
Mandy, too, was hypnotized by the lewd slavering. She was well acquainted with the marvelous feelings being roused in Phoebe's body and watching her being so favored with the thrilling touch of Dotty's tongue, she childishly felt herself cheated and wanted to feel the same pleasure that it was obvious Phoebe was feeling. She could see that the woman needed no restraining grasp from her now so she was going to take her pleasure where she could find it, too. Her attention was drawn to the madly flickering tongue of Phoebe, darting out, trying to coat her parched lips with saliva. Her mouth was half-open, and her eyes were rolling crazily in her head, and she was tossing from side to side, her hands locked tightly in Dotty's hair.
Bending over, Mandy reached out and touched one of Phoebe's bouncing breasts. She felt it stiffen under her touch and the nipple leapt into longitude, pulling the brownish surrounding skin with it, making it wrinkle and squirm. She toyed with the other bud, pulling and tweaking it until it, too, jutted out from the white flesh of her breast. Lowering herself still further, she closed her mouth over one of the flushed buds and began to suck fiercely on it. The new sensation sent streaks of ecstasy rocketing through Phoebe and her mind was lost in a lustful daze of pleasure. She didn't know who was sucking and licking her breasts and she didn't care. The important thing was that they were getting attention, and what attention!
Mandy trapped the burgeoning bud in her mouth, holding it with her teeth and wrapping her lips around her breast until almost half of the firm fleshy mound was buried in her mouth. Then she began to tease the incarcerated nipple, biting at the areola and flicking her tongue into the tip. Phoebe writhed from this incredible new feeling and tried to push her chest up to enclose more and more of her twin orbs in that delicious velvety mouth. Mandy's hair hung down and grazed delightfully against her body, trailing in the deep cleft of her breasts and tickling her sides. Mandy released her tit and started to trace a hot wet snail-like path over her throat, her neck, her ears, until finally, she came to Phoebe's lips.
Phoebe blanched. She didn't know if she could take this, a woman's lips fully on hers, but she didn't have time to decide. Mandy was pressing her full lips down on the older woman's and began to kiss her, a long deep soulful kiss. Gently, Mandy pried Phoebe's teeth apart and inserted her tongue into the warm cavern of her mouth. Mandy's tongue darted forward and finding Phoebe's inert organ, began to challenge it, until involuntarily, Phoebe's tongue rose up and began to dance with Mandy's. The two organs entwined, and they swirled around and around. Phoebe felt her head twirling with her tongue. This kiss was like nothing she had ever felt before. She wanted this girl's tongue down her throat. She began to suck it in, trying to draw it entirely into her mouth, while her own tongue fenced madly, dashing back and forth, playing with the other. Then she reversed it. Phoebe insinuated her tongue into Mandy's mouth and pressed forward, making Mandy gag from the pressure of Phoebe's tongue pulsating against her larynx.
Then to the woman's dismay, she felt Mandy withdraw and move away from her. Disappointment crowded in on her and tears started to form in her eyes. But suddenly a weight descended on her face and she felt her breath cut off and her vision darkened. Something warm, moist, clinging, was on her face. It was Mandy! For a moment Phoebe was put off-guard by the sweet fragrance of Mandy's cunt. It smelled of beautiful roses, and the softness of it clung tantalizingly to her face. She felt Mandy settle herself over her, burying her cunt in her nose and mouth. Gingerly, Phoebe extended the tip of her tongue and it flicked briefly at the tender outer area. Mandy flinched from the wonderful touch and Phoebe, encouraged by her reaction, reached her tongue out again and swept it along the full length of the young furrow.
"Aaaaaahhhh," Mandy sighed, her hands falling to caress Phoebe's upper face and blonde hair.
Phoebe's tongue swept out and began to kiss the soft feathery down on Mandy's pubes, leaving it wet and slick like a kitten that has just been washed. She tripped her tongue along the outer lips, tasting her pungent woman-odor and licking at the tender inner folds. Her tongue found the crinkled edges of her fine little lips and sucked on the minute fringes. She dabbed at the tiny clitoris, nestling just below the dark shadow of beginning hair and teased the very tip, feeling it already beginning to stiffen. Her tongue roamed around, testing here and searching there until it found the petal-like flower of her cunt. It flicked at the sensuous opening and Mandy gasped and sighed above her, grinding her hips down over Phoebe in a desperate attempt to suck the organ into her inner cuntal depths. Phoebe reamed her tongue forward, slicing into the wet, open pussy flesh. It jumped around inside her cunt, slashing and poking at the hidden walls, the dark and secret corners of Mandy's cunt.
Phoebe had never believed that oral fucking could be so heavenly as this. At the same time, the intense tongue fucking she was getting below incited her to greater action, striving to give Mandy the magnificent satisfaction she herself was getting. She felt an overwhelming love and desire for these two beautiful young kids, and she wanted to lave their bodies with her own love juice. So she slaved on, her tongue working like a demon possessed of a will of its own, and she was rewarded by the frenetic jerking of Mandy above, who was writhing and twisting, caught in the whirlwind of a tremendous joy.
Opening her eyes, she saw that Mandy's eyes were squeezed shut. Her beautiful face was flushed and her mouth was opening and closing like a bellows. Her small breasts, terminating in unbelievably crimson points were dancing with the force of her thrashing. A thin trickle of sweat was running down the valley of her breasts to her navel where it disappeared in the little hole. Her taut stomach was pounding in and out, and a faint sheen of perspiration covered the entire smooth plane. Her shadowy pubic mound with its faint suggestion of hair was still damp from her ministrations, and Phoebe could see the cords standing out on the girl's thighs, so tightly was she clasping at her head.
Phoebe could feel Dotty's hands digging into her asscheeks, and her cunt felt on fire from the hot wet licking it was receiving from her daughter's voraciously working tongue. The older woman felt her own hips begin to jerk like a whiplash, and suddenly her entire body took up the dance and she was flailing like a wild dervish. An overwhelming tide of pleasure washed over her and spasm after spasm of convulsive rapture shook her body. Gurgles of insane shrieks tried to escape from her throat but the words caught and blew unheard into the wide splayed cunt of the girl sitting on her face. But then, she heard, as though it were on her behalf.
"I'm cummmmming!" It was Mandy, and she began to pound her loins even more brutally into Phoebe's gasping face until the poor mother thought she would be broken into bits. Through her satiated eyes, Phoebe could see Mandy's arms waving akimbo and her body thrashing and spinning out of control. Her own body was still twitching from the last licks which Dotty was administrating, and the madly cavorting figure of Mandy pulled Phoebe over until all three of them were writhing in unadulterated passion, arms and legs and cunts and mouths entwined until they all finally lay still, the warm juices of their orgasm still flowing from their womanly orifices.
CHAPTER FOUR
The two girls raced each other into the bathroom and Phoebe was still in a daze when she heard the shower turned on. It sounded as though they had not only not bothered to close the door to the bathroom but had not drawn the shower curtain either. In the nebular edges of Phoebe's mind, she thought it was her husband in the shower. She wanted to scream that the bathroom was going to be a mess, but it all had the quality of a dream. Finally and slowly, sanity returned to her lust-depraved mind. Her body felt sticky and hot and it was with an effort that she managed to drag her frame up off the rug. Then she became aware of Ken standing over her, staring at her. He had been enthralled by the lewd sight of the three naked women licking and sucking and finger fucking each other and he was only now recovering from the spellbinding sight. Phoebe glared at the triumphant stare of her husband, and then, averting her eyes, she struggled into her dress.
She was still a little tender from the intense oral fucking she had experienced. Her thoughts were for a while full of the two girls. She was surprised at her own reaction to their lovemaking. It had never occurred to her that she could be aroused by the female sex. Yet it was odd. She would not think of getting involved with a woman again. Not only did she feel somehow incomplete in spite of her orgasm, but really, they were no different from her husband. They were just as inconsiderate. Into the shower they hopped without ever thinking of her needs at all! Well, she had no needs that anyone in this selfish house could assuage, and as for a shower, well, she'd just go right next door! From now on she was going to take exactly what she wanted when she wanted it, and all proprieties and thoughtfulness could go to hell!
The shower was still going full blast when Phoebe packed a cosmetic bag with her needs, took a clean towel and facecloth from the linen closet, and started out the door.
"Where the hell are you going like that?" Ken wanted to know.
She turned on him and said acidly, "I need a shower and I no longer take leftovers!" With that she stomped out. How she wished Frannie were home downstairs, but she knew that she and Sully went shopping on Saturdays and then to Frannie's mother's for the rest of the day. She would rather go to a woman now, but Tom was all right. His head was so far in the clouds, he wouldn't know whether it was an intrusion or not. Besides, his daughter was using her shower and all the hot water! She knocked strongly on her neighbor's door.
"Phoebe!" Tom exclaimed, surprised at a visit from his lovely neighbor, who was usually too tired to so much as greet him with more than a weak "Hi" if they happened to pass on the stairway. She certainly didn't look very tired right now! He had never seen anyone bursting with so much energy.
"I have a very strange request, Tom, but our daughters are using up all my hot water and I need a shower..."
"Sure, come on in!" he laughed but not rudely. "Kids are the damnedest, aren't they? They don't know the limits of anything from money to hot water!" Accustomed to escorting women, Tom automatically took her elbow and steered her gently into the room. For the first time since she met him, Phoebe thought about what a good looking man Tom was. He looked at least five years younger than Ken. They seemed to have the same coloring but Tom looked darker. His skin was a shade darker, his eyes were a dark brown instead of the golden brown Ken's were. His hair was thicker and curlier and he wore it longer, a more fashionable length. He couldn't get a close shave either, which left a surprisingly attractive haze under his cheeks and across his chin.
"What happened to your moustache?" she asked suddenly. She was sure he had one the last time she saw him.
"Oh," he laughed again. "That comes off regularly. I keep trying to grow one but it just doesn't look right so I shave it off then try again in a couple of months."
"Of course, it doesn't depend on what she wants!" Phoebe teased ironically, unconsciously probing as well.
Tom, accustomed to being teased ironically by women, recognized the hidden motive with surprise. He answered blithely, "How can I do what they all want? Some women like moustaches and some don't! I've thought of half a moustache so that the girls who like it can sit on one side of me and the girls who don't like it can sit on the other. But I can't drive a car with my head on backwards, so... what's the use?"
He spoke in such a way that she had to laugh and the laughter felt so good that unwittingly, the tears came to her eyes.
"Say if you think that's good, I'll have to put on a show for you sometime!" He grinned and motioned her toward the bathroom then stopped her. "I just thought of something," he said. "See what you do to me?" He walked ahead of her to the closed bathroom door. "Come on, Jim! Cease and desist! We need the bathroom!" She withdrew again back into the living room.
"Tom, that's not necessary. I can wait..."
"Nonsense. You look all hot and sticky. So hot and sticky that I know better than to offer you a drink until after your shower and... and..." He was fishing in his long narrow linen closet for something and finding it, pulled. "Look at this," he said beaming. He held up and shook out the largest towel she had ever seen. "Try it," he offered. "You'll never go back to those fingertip deals again!"
"But Tom..."
"No buts," he said. "I'm very bossy. Also..." He now disappeared into a bedroom just as Jim was leaving the bathroom.
"Sorry I'm holding up progress," a tall blond man said. "I fell in and almost pulled the chain. It's lucky you came and stopped me!" They heard Tom's voice from the bedroom.
"Jim, meet Phoebe! Phoebe, meet Jim! She's married!" Tom emerged from the room with his last statement. He had a bathrobe over his arm. It was a blue jersey that could have been a woman's or a man's. "Borrow this," he told her, shoving it into her hands. "You'll never be able to put that dress on again!"
Her forehead suddenly felt hot, and she brushed the back of her hand against her brow, over the burning sensation. Her gesture was not lost on Tom, who stood back, watching her for a moment. How little he had ever known her! He liked her though and he ran his eye appreciatively over her petite, perfectly molded frame. He could see her breasts jutting out through the thin material of the dress and he guessed that they would be just as upswept without a bra. He saw the firm line of her hip through the thin dress, and the curve of her thigh was just visible. She had a new air of sensuality about her in this muddled state in which she seemed to be. Her emotions had been recently stirred, either by love or a fight. "Go ahead," he whispered. "Take your shower."
* * *
She came out of the bathroom in the blue robe. She had combed her short blonde hair, which was still damp and she looked as fresh as a new day after a harsh storm. Stepping into the hallway, she found that the bedroom door opposite the bathroom was open and Tom was lying on the bed reading.
"Tom?" she asked hesitantly.
He looked toward her immediately. "Say, you look great!" He didn't move from his position, his head propped against two pillows and his ankles crossed. "Come here and let me see," he called innocently. With hesitant steps she inched into the bedroom. Suddenly he turned his body over on his side and lay propped on one elbow, leaning toward her as though he were seeing her for the first time. Almost inaudibly he said, "Beautiful!" The innocent smile began to fade from his face as his facial muscles involuntarily relaxed. She noticed his curly hair and his appraising eyes.
"Thanks... thanks a lot for the shower, Tom, and for... for..." He had been thoughtful. He had provided a robe and the big towel that was as luxurious to use as he had implied.
"Your drink is all ready," he said suddenly, swinging his legs to a sitting position. He made no apologies for serving it in the bedroom. He behaved as though there were nothing strange about that at all. She had neither the heart nor the desire to make an objection. Instead she boldly sat on the edge of the bed beside him and took the drink from his hand. She was not a drinker, but he didn't know. He was being polite. She sipped.
"Thank you," she said timidly, smiling into his eyes. He caught his breath in answer and then, leaning his face close to hers, said, "You're welcome!" And his mouth was on hers, grinding against hers in a tight passionate kiss. She was only mildly surprised and found herself unable to resist. His kiss felt good in her sense of incompleteness. It felt fulfilling and the tiredness and achiness that had started to creep back upon her slipped away. She felt her lips responding to his throbbing kiss. She could feel his breath pouring out of his nostrils and warming her face, and she revelled in the feeling. She strained her lips up against his, clinging to them as best she could, actually terrified lest he stop! His hand was moving under the robe on her naked shoulder. His other hand began to stroke her hair, her neck, her shoulders. She quivered under his light expert touch, and she reached for him and encircled him in her arms, pulling him down on her. She felt his tongue parting her lips, and she willingly yielded. Then his tongue slipped inside her teeth and joyfully united with hers. The lingual organ felt warm and strong, and its very masculinity sent thrills through her.
"Oh, Phoebe," he sighed, pulling her down onto the bed after blindly removing her drink and placing it on the nightstand. Now he began to kiss her all over, hot, suctioning kisses that pulled and clung to her skin, leaving little red blotches. He slowly drew back the robe and exposed her naked body to his stare. He gazed appreciatively down at her snowy form, greedily drinking in the mold of her natural upswept breasts, the smooth line of her waist fanning out slightly to well-covered silky hips, descending to satiny thighs. His gaze came to rest on the blonde shimmering triangle of her pubic bush, and she felt a burning there from the intensity of his stare.
Tom felt his prick begin to pulsate feverishly as it grew along his leg, forcing itself heavily against the material of his pants. He felt the blood-inflated head burning into the flesh of his inner thigh like a red hot poker. As he gloated over the sensuous curves of her body, his lust-hardened prick began a hot throbbing which was growing into a steady ache. He reached for her and his hands pushed the garment off her shoulders. She raised herself and pulled out her arms. Her skin felt soft and firm at the same time. He momentarily had expected her to try to draw away, but once she had shed the robe, he knew he had won. He could now sense her trying to push her body into his hands. He stared at her white breasts and the tantalizing flesh glimmered like alabaster sculpture. Reaching down, he brushed one pink bud with his lips and it seemed to increase and harden and turn a deeper shade. The very tip was a blood red color and he enveloped it in his mouth, swallowing half the soft, resilient flesh at the same time, and Phoebe emitted a sudden gasp as the fleshy nipple swelled even more against the sharp edges of his teeth. He ran his hands over her back and down over her slender waist, and his fingers closed on the satiny orbs of her buttocks which were set enticingly high beneath her small waist. Her entire body trembled under his touch, and his fingers transmitted its pliancy, its lack of resistance to his delighted brain.
She was staring up at him with half-closed eyes, and she didn't fail to see the growing bulge between his legs. Her body was aching with desire, every nerve ending quivering with longing. She wanted this man, this almost stranger, to fuck her. She didn't care that his daughter might come in at any moment and catch them in their forbidden passion. All she wanted was his arms around her, his prick in her, ramming all the way up deep into her belly.
The abuses that she had been submitted to by her husband lately had opened new facets of her personality. Crazy, murky things were beginning to rouse her, and she was beginning to see the sense in responding positively to her own needs. Being fucked by a neighbor, one she barely knew, seemed important... because she wanted it! She was no longer ashamed of her secret desires. If she was going to tolerate her husband's weird infidelities, she would have to look deeper into herself and find compensations. She could not sacrifice everything for no return! She watched Mandy's father fumbling with his shirt and then casting the garment from his back. Phoebe admired his muscular chest and was attracted by the dark hair that covered its surface in certain areas. As he unzipped his fly and rolled down his pants, she could see the darkness of his hair pick up again below his belly. As he eased off his shorts, his cock, already in the advanced stages of tumescence, soared into view, freed at last from the prison of his pants. It swung up like a giant pillar knifing the air, the bulbous head shining an iridescent purple. She drew in her breath at the sight of its full length and its unusual circumference. She wondered for a fleeting moment if she could take it all inside her vagina, and then she knew she didn't really care. It didn't matter if it only went halfway in, she wanted it inside her. She had to have it!
His hand trailed down the sweeping curve of her hips and came to rest on the soft ebony triangle. His fingers buried themselves in the velvety folds of her cunt, feeling the palpitating lips swollen and wet, waiting for him. She flexed her hips forward, thrusting her eager pussy onto his fingers, and she gasped aloud as he searched and wormed them through the gleaming wet walls. Lowering himself over her, he began kissing the soft, resilient mounds of her breasts once more, teasing and taunting the rubbery nipples to greater erection with an almost brutal pressure of his lips. She trembled with delight, whimpering softly as his hands moved freely over her body, exploring every curve and twist of her smooth flesh. His mouth followed his hands, his tongue flashing out, coating erogenous areas here and there, probing at the tiny orifice of her navel. She pushed his head down, her hands clutching wildly at his head until his tongue was rooting through the curly mop of blonde pubic hair. It then found the tumescence of her clitoral bud and gathered the tiny tip in his mouth. The flesh of her cunt was smooth and silky, her very willingness increasing his desire for it, and he licked and sucked at the fragrant split with relish.
Raising his head, Tom pulled himself up slightly. His prick was a throbbing mass of burning sensation and using his knees to lever her trembling thighs apart, he placed the full length of the stiffened organ against her willing crotch. He felt her squirm back from the hardness of it, and he flexed his hips, accustoming her soft silky flesh to the stiffened rod. Slowly he took the bloated shaft of flesh in his hand and guided the inflated head toward the gleaming entrance to her willing body. He hesitated there for a moment, pressing slightly against her tight, throbbing cuntal hole.
"Oh, put it in... please fuck me... please, Tom, ohhhhhh!"
Phoebe put her hand down and grabbed the thick pole, ramming forward with it, impaling herself like a butterfly on the hardened cock flesh. Tom, sensing her urgency, surged forward and sunk the instrument to the very hilt in her cavernous sheath.
"Oh, it's so gooood! Ooooohhhhh," she sighed, thrusting up her buttocks to skewer herself even more on his manhood.
He sliced through her cuntal passage until the large tip came to rest gently on her cervix. He lowered his hands, and cupping the soft resilient moons of her ass, raised her crotch up even more and pressed forward, grinding around the entrance to her womb. The unexpected and novel contact made her catch her breath and then she began to squeeze like a tiny bearded mouth with her cunt, contracting in and out, sucking hungrily on the hardened shaft imbedded deep in her belly. Phoebe's body jackknifed against him with the electric contact of his penis against her womb. Her whole being began to oscillate wildly and she began to moan in wild cadence. She ground up against him as he fucked down into her open cunt, and suddenly she reached up with her arms and pulled his face down on hers. This time she forced open his teeth and shoved her willing tongue into his mouth. Together, their organs danced a lewd dance, whipping up saliva which flew from their working mouths like surf from the sea on a windy day. She raised her legs and spreading them out wide, obscenely locked them around his back and she returned thrust for deep thrust, rising up completely from the bed, hanging from him like a baby monkey.
Plowing forward all the way until their pubic hairs entwined in a medley of gold and brown, his cock fucked mercilessly in and out of her wetly enveloping pussy walls and she felt his balls smack soundly against her upraised ass crevice, and then he drew it slowly out. He could feel the warm, fleshy ridges of her cunt clinging to it, and looking down, he saw the ragged edges, pink and moist, as they clung hungrily to his heavily burgeoning cock. His hands kneaded her buttocks furiously, digging into the soft flesh. Suddenly his fingers dipped and trailed along the widely stretched crevice, searching for her hidden anus. Suddenly he found it, and she jerked away, his maddening probing more than she could take. His fingertip found the tiny working nether ring and again began to insinuate itself into the tight opening, past the restricting sphincter muscles.
When his finger slipped past the vainly resisting rectal mouth, she grunted softly at the slight initial pain. Then, he began to worm further up into her soft rubbery depths. But there was now no more pain. Her husband's wild fucking of her there had stretched her rectal passage forever. She began to enjoy the feel of his finger tunneling in there and she screwed her buttocks down on the burgeoning finger, delighting in the double impalement. His finger and cock began to screw into her with long rhythmic strokes until her body was buffeted between the two skewers, and she could feel them brush against each other through the thin dividing membrane separating the twin passage down between her legs. The double fucking carried her body to the heights of passionate abandon, and her skin rippled with the sheer wanton quality of it. She was being fucked and was fucking back like a madwoman. Banished were all thoughts of her husband and what had happened a short time ago. She no longer cared that she had made love with this man's daughter and now he was making love to her. Her body was striving to reach the shattering climax she could feel building up in her.
Suddenly though, every muscle in her body froze. All feeling ceased as she strained her ears to catch the sound she thought she had heard. Footsteps! Someone was coming into the room! Forgetting the antics of her own husband, guilt drained the blood from her face and she felt stone-cold. Someone was now in the room and she almost expected to feel her angry husband yanking her out of the bed by the hair. But nothing happened. Instead, she felt something brush by her face. Opening her eyes, she looked up and saw a cock, long and rangy, fully erected, just a few inches away from her eyes. For a moment she just stared at it, taking in its long proportions, its steel-like rigidity. Then, it surged forward, and the head was positioned at her mouth. She raised her eyes and looked up at the man who was standing over her. It was Jim, Tom's friend. She had forgotten all about him!
Without thinking, she slipped out her tongue and began to lick joyously at the strange new prick. Extra shivers of pleasure coursed through her lust-perverted senses as she tasted the piquancy of this stranger's prick. She wanted this cock in her mouth. She wanted to suck it until he spurted his seed into her mouth at the same time that the other lover at her loins emptied his hot scalding semen into her. The knowledge of her own carnal defilement heightened her already unbelievable pleasure. She raced her warm wet tongue along the long prick and brushed and grazed around the base where his wiry pubic hairs tickled her tender facial skin. Then she slipped her tongue up to the widening head and split the tiny slit at the top with her tongue. She withdrew her tongue for a moment and began to coat his balls with her saliva, stretching her mouth to enclose as much of them inside her as possible.
Tom, sweat pouring from his steaming face, looked at the depraved sight with delight. Jim had timed his entry perfectly. Phoebe was so excited and lust-craven that she couldn't wait to sample an extra prick! He continued his wanton fucking into her willing cunt and the room resounded with the sounds of their three-way fucking.
Meanwhile, Phoebe continued to manipulate Jim's cock, to squeeze and jerk his penis with her mouth. The beat made Jim squirm and toss, and he lowered his hands and grabbed Phoebe's breasts, a mooring in the storm of his passion. She continued to lick along the cordlike ridge of his balls and then trailed her tongue back over his wet, glistening shaft to its burgeoning head, then she slipped her lips once more over its lust-hardened dimensions. She sucked its length inside her mouth until she could feel the head pressing hard back against her throat, but still she strove to swallow even more of it. She raised her hands up and began to knead his balls, her forefinger and thumb pressed into the wide base, where they squeezed automatically at the very foundation of his manhood.
Jim began to utter animalistic grunts of pleasure and couldn't take his eyes off the ovalled lips of this strange woman as she expedited her sucking on his cock, absorbing it to its hilt in her mouth. Shudder after shudder convulsed him as he felt the power begin to build up in his balls, and he groaned as passion dynamited from his loins and exploded in his whole being.
As the first shower of Jim's sperm volcanoed into her larynx, Phoebe sucked furiously. She swallowed and gulped the hot shooting jets of spray as if she were dying of thirst. Jim jerked and twisted and began to ram his prick even further down her throat. He continued to spew his hot semen into her, the fiery liquid burning and intoxicating her like no alcohol ever could. Little moans escaped her as she sucked and pulled on his prick, and she was unable to swallow some of the precious seed because of the rapid cascade down her throat, and she could feel it trickling out the sides of her mouth, down her cheeks, and down onto the bed. Jim continued to fuck into her face as if he were making up for what was lost. Her lips were convoluted around his prick just below the head, and her teeth grated along the narrow tube under the rod through which the life-giving sperm flowed, trying to hurry them along on their journey.
As she felt his cock begin to deflate in her mouth, a moan of disappointment escaped her but still she would not let it go. She held onto it for all she was worth, hoping for more, and when she realized she had drained him, she finally allowed the flaccid member to slip from her mouth. She moaned again as she saw Jim stagger away from the bed, sorry that she was only being fucked by one man again. Then a low masculine growl sounded in the room. She found herself battered like a boat in a storm, and down between her widespread legs, she felt Thomas Carillo furiously fucking his spewing cock into her. She was striving, reaching for her own cataclysmic earthquake, and she found it.
"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh!" she shrieked, her body plummeting and plunging like a bouncing ball. "I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg!" she cried again and again. Her head flailed from side to side, and her arms clenched his neck tightly. Her hips thrashed and bucked up against his and her buttocks screwed down insanely on his finger until it was completely imbedded in her anus, right down to the flat of the palm. She felt his hot scalding sperm shooting far up into her womb, and the boiling liquid burned into her depths, sending fresh frenzied spasms skyrocketing through her. Her cunt milked voraciously at his deflating cock, and the semen was already beginning to flow from her widely expanded cuntal channel. Finally she lay still, and Tom collapsed over her, his soft prick slipping easily from her sperm-flooded pussy. He slipped his finger with a wet little hissing noise from her anus and she felt a curious emptiness as her twin genital passages were both vacated. But her being was satiated, and she dozed off, her pussy dripping with the cum of one man who had never fucked her before and her mouth filled with the sweet, pungent taste of the semen of another.
CHAPTER FIVE
Kenneth Cotton was out looking for Phoebe and Dotty had fallen asleep. What the heck was there to do around here anyway! Mandy was restless. Her insatiable body ached to do something... anything! Putting on her jeans and shirt, she thought maybe she could get her father to take her downtown or something. Maybe he would take her to a movie! With that goal in mind, she hurried with her dressing and grabbing her sandals, ran across the hall to her own house. She was just about to call out to her father when she heard a woman's laughter from beyond the kitchen somewhere. Phoeey! She wondered who it was. It didn't sound like his radio. Softly she snuck into the kitchen and then to his bedroom door.
Phoebe and her father... oh, yes, and Jim, too... were busy satiating their seemingly endless lust still further. Tom was in the process of closing in behind Phoebe and slipping his hands under her armpits, moving them forward to cup her voluptuous breasts. At the same time, he was pressing his body close to hers so that his very inflated penis fit snugly into the valley between the roundly trembling mounds of her buttocks. At the same time, he moved her slowly forward toward the bed again, and Jim, who was sitting on the edge of it, ran his palms upward along her naked legs and felt high up between her thighs at her blonde pussy.
Mandy's shock soon wore off and she found that this sensual business going on in the bedroom caused familiar electric tremors to start high up between her own trembling thighs once again. She wanted to bound into the room and join in the orgy, but she did not know how her father would react, and she didn't want to risk spoiling her affair with Ken Cotton. Phoebe might tell! She tried pressing her thighs together in an attempt to discourage the feelings growing there. She did not yet know better. To do that simply increased the pressure on her overly sensitive cuntal lips, sending sharp jolts of pleasure up into her belly. Her gaze was riveted on her father's cock, standing out impudently stiff and straight from the thatch of dark curly hair that covered his loins. It made her think of Ken's cock, maybe because of the way the purple-red glans peeked out almost coyly from the wrinkled foreskin or because of the way it bobbed up and down as if beckoning to her.
Tom now had his middle finger thrust lewdly into Phoebe's tiny anus, greasing it with something he scooped from a jar on the night table. From the woman's smile, it was evidently something she wanted. Then he applied some of the stuff to his stiff, up-standing prick and moved up close to Phoebe's milk-white asscheeks. Slowly but surely, her father's cock disappeared into the crease between the woman's trembling buttocks. Mandy gasped! Now, still held from behind by Tom, Phoebe bent at the waist, lowering herself until her head was directly above Jim's loins as he sat on the side of the bed.
As Tom continued to pull and massage Phoebe's dangling, taut-nippled breasts from behind, and Jim obscenely fingered her naked pussy, Phoebe ovalled her lips and fit them down over the knob of Jim's thick, blood-engorged cock. As many times as they had had sex this afternoon, she was still excited by the taste of him and began sucking hungrily while Tom kept inching his prod deeper and deeper into her by now well-stretched anus.
With Phoebe squirming more and more with each new thrust Tom made into her skewered asscheeks, Mandy, still watching from the shadowed hall, found it impossible to keep herself divorced from what was happening inside. Without conscious thought, her hands stirred at her sides and traveled slowly upward to grasp her firm, excited little breasts through her shirt. A little shiver of sensual delight ran through her vibrant body as her knowing fingers pressed into the soft resilient mounds and tweaked her tingling nipples into pebble-hard erection, her big brown eyes all the while glued to the profane scene inside the bedroom.
Jim had now moved to the center of the mattress and as Phoebe straddled his middle, he fitted his lust-thickened cock up into the narrow pink slit between her slender legs. Without breaking contact, Tom was on the bed right behind her, his massive penis still locked tight in her wide-split anus. He waited only until his friend was properly adjusted to shove his cock right up to the hilt in the woman's rectum. Then with her white, lovely body sandwiched lewdly between the two hulking men, they began fucking her simultaneously. They moved slowly at first with long, deep, penetrating thrusts. Then as her twin holes relaxed and began to moisten with her helpless secretions and theirs, they drove faster and faster, establishing a rhythm all three could follow.
Even from the hallway and at a distance from the bed, Mandy could see Phoebe writhing between them, see her moaning and shuddering in the throes of ecstasy as one small orgasm dovetailed into another in the woman's dually filled belly as the two men entered into a competition to see which of them could hold back the longest. Mandy moved one hand down from her straining breasts and let it slide, as if on its own, up beneath her shirt. There, she undid the buckle of her belt and the zipper of her jeans until she could reach the satiny flesh of her own inner thighs. She muffled a gasp as her thumbnail scraped over her panty-clad clitoris, and then slowly, deliberately, she continued to run her fingernails back and forth over the thin band of cotton that covered her aching pussy, tensing and mewling softly each time she touched the tiny, erect core of her sensations. When finally it got too much for her, she brazenly worked the tip of her outstretched middle finger beneath the elastic legband of her passion-drenched panties, burying it deep between her throbbing wet vaginal lips. Writhing with the soft stroking of her lust-quenching finger, she was unable to control a soft moan that escaped her lips. She froze for a long moment, fearful that those in the room might have heard her and known she was watching them, but they were far too absorbed in their own bestial depravities to notice.
Unable to hold back her emotions any longer, yet unwilling to pull away from the scene she was watching, Mandy spread her legs as wide apart as she could in the hallway where she was standing. Then with her whole back arching, she shoved her middle finger far up into her hungering cunt, flooded now with the wet flow of pleasure that her own seductive touch had induced. Again she was forced to freeze for a moment, this time completely paralyzed by the rapturous sensations of complete sexual arousal that overcame her. Then she began rotating her finger inside her clutching vaginal orifice in small circles, causing the narrow passage to expand until she could fit a second and then a third finger up inside.
On the bed inside, the sounds of Phoebe's passion had assumed a regular rhythm as the woman began a chanting moan in response to the steady humping of the two men between whom she was still helplessly wedged. Picking up the sound of the woman's impassioned gasps, Mandy began ramming her fingers in and out of her wetly sucking cunt, while her free hand pulled almost cruelly at her aching nipples. She was afraid of being caught by her father but it was impossible for her to stop, her hands having taken over control of her will.
Then Phoebe's choking cries began reaching a crescendo of wild abandon that could mean only one thing, her skimming orgasms were over and she was building toward the really big one. "Ooooooh, my God!" Phoebe's wild, delirious cry came screeching into the hall and then trailed off into a strangled scream. Even to Mandy's passion-clogged senses, it was possible to discern the wild crashing of the bedsprings and the obscene outbursts of the two men as they emptied their lewd male sperm deep into Phoebe's beautiful white belly and her stretched rectum.
This was the moment that Mandy unconsciously had been waiting for. Thrusting her three fingers as far up inside her cunt as they would go, she fought to puncture the illusory bubble of her passion and climax together with the three inside the bedroom. Then the first incredible shock of her orgasm hit her with savage force. She sucked in her stomach muscles like a driver making her first plunge, her whole body stiffening and arching backward. She bit down sharply on her lower lip to stifle any sound she might make as she threw back her head and continued to thrust her three fingers like a thick hard cock in and out of her wildly contracting cunt. Completely out of control now, Mandy closed her eyes and let her feet slip away from the wall, dropping her jeans and pulling one foot free so she could spread her legs still farther apart to welcome the hand that she now considered to belong to a phantom lover. She could feel the hot flood of her orgasmic secretions drenching her hand and her panties and smearing down the smooth skin at the inside of her quivering thighs. She had no idea how long it went on, but when she opened her eyes and gazed about the hall, it seemed like hours.
When she looked back into the room, the two men had disengaged themselves from Phoebe and gotten off the bed, their penises spent and hanging down like tassels between their legs. Phoebe was just raising herself from the bed, and Mandy decided that she had better get back into her jeans, go back outside and re-enter, this time making a racket!
* * *
Ken Cotton stepped back and surveyed the table. It was all ready with the dishes and silverware in their proper places, he hoped. As many years as he had sat down at a table, he still did not know where the damn forks were supposed to go! He had mixed two old-fashioneds and put them in the refrigerator. When he had given up in his search for his wife, he had decided to pick up some Chinese food and surprise her when she finally came home. He knew she had not gone far because her purse was still in the kitchen. He had knocked a long time at Sully's downstairs, thinking she might be in with Frannie. If she was, they had refused to answer the door so he tried walking the streets. Where in hell would she go just for a shower?
While he was thinking that he should have told the girls to wait until Phoebe had taken her shower, he began thinking for the first time of all that she did. She was the only one with a steady job and yet she did all the cooking and the housework. If he had a job, he would resent having to do the housework. He resented the idea even without a job! Why had it not occurred to him that her coldness and bitterness was very likely bred of resentment. And she had a right to that resentment, he had to admit. He glanced at the kitchen clock and went into the bathroom. He hurriedly combed his straight hair, inching it over the bald spot in back. Then he thought he heard the hall door open. It could be Phoebe. Dotty was still sleeping, he suspected. He looked out into the hall. Christ, she didn't look as though she had found her shower after all.
"Surprise!" he called although she could not yet see into the kitchen. She looked at him quickly with tired looking eyes. "Want a shower?" he asked. "I've got the old-fashioneds in the refrigerators and... and Chinese food for supper."
She was slowly reaching the kitchen. "Who set the table?" she asked, surprised.
"I did!" her husband boasted. "And look at this!" He moved by her to the refrigerator. With a flourish he opened the door and indicated the waiting drinks. Phoebe had to lean on the table for support. "And hereafter, if I'm not working, I'm going to be home in time to have this ready every night!" he continued. "Of course, I don't know about the cooking," he admitted. "Maybe Dotty will help. Does she know how to cook?"
Phoebe didn't answer. Oh God, if only he would do this little bit, how good it would feel! He was saying something now, handing her a cold drink. "W... What?" she asked, taking the drink from him, wondering if it would mix with whatever she had had at Tom's. She couldn't even remember.
"I said I'm sorry I've been so... so unhelpful," he repeated, reaching out for her tenderly, cupping her chin and kissing her lips. It was as though he were a different man, a man she recalled from somewhere long ago. Yes, she remembered him. She had married him! Suddenly she was wide awake. She couldn't believe the stirrings in her own body! They were certainly not the same as anything she had lately felt. The sense of belonging was included with them.
"Oh, Ken," she whispered huskily, taking his hand. They moved off to the bedroom wordlessly.
Phoebe placed her drink on the bedside table and then, slowly, deliberately, unzipped her dress. The fragile garment slipped down her lithe, white body and fell in a heap on the floor. With a flick of her fingers, she released her breasts from the confines of her bra and stood there, her white skin glowing against the black of her brief nylon panties.
Ken sucked in his breath at the sight of his wife's naked body. He was still awed by the perfect symmetry of her frame. Even though she was such a little thing, she was perfectly proportioned. Her firm breasts were still upswept even at thirty-five, and her slender waist flared to gracefully molded hips. The past several years of racing around a department store on foot was apparently enough exercise to keep her legs trim and there was not a trace of excess fat on her sinewy thighs. It had been a long time since he had admired her. They both realized it. She moved toward him, her hands on her hips. He was sitting on the bed, his drink in his hand. As he saw Phoebe approaching, he took a long gulp from the glass and sat it down on the table.
Phoebe sat in his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. She immediately began to blow softly into his ear, and Ken could feel himself flush all over. His cock leapt into half-erection and pushed painfully against his pants, demanding release. The heady scent of a strange bath powder filled his nostrils and he inhaled it. It seemed to waft into his lungs and up to his brain until his entire being was intoxicated by the musky fragrance. Phoebe nibbled at his ear and played with his hair, twisting her fingers through the strands, pulling and tugging it gently. He could feel her full, firm breasts digging into his chest, and the nipples were already beginning to rise from the friction that Phoebe was voluntarily creating by rubbing them against the nylon of his shirt. God, it was like a second honeymoon!
He pulled her closer to him and crushed his mouth down on hers. He stroked her heart-shaped face, and his tongue slipped in past her guardian teeth and joyfully united with hers. As they kissed, Ken could feel a gnawing in the pit of his stomach, and his cock was even more painfully erect. He could feel Phoebe quiver beneath his touch as she returned thrust for thrust with her own agile tongue. He couldn't believe it! She slipped her hand down and cupped his bulging genitals, massaging them softly with an expert motion. The gnawing in his stomach was spreading to his loins as he probed frantically with his tongue in the warm softness of her mouth.
"Oh, honey," he moaned. Her stroking of his prick had become more rapid, and her other hand was creeping down under his shirt collar and tracing light feathery touches on his back. Suddenly he couldn't stand it any longer. He pushed her away from him, and she fell onto the bed. He ripped off his clothes and stood over her, his erect cock jutting out proudly, thankful for its freedom. Phoebe lay spread-eagled on the bed and looked up at him, her blue eyes half-closed. Ken could see her dark pubic hair through the diaphanous material of her panties and he noticed that the crotchband was already moist. A sheer film of perspiration coated her inner thighs, which were spread invitingly.
Ken lowered himself over the prostrate figure of his wife with a groan and once more clamped his lips down on hers. Her arms encircled his neck and drew him even closer to her. His hands closed in on the shivering orbs of her breasts, and he rolled the turgid nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, eliciting little mewls of pleasure from Phoebe. He felt the budding nipples grow under his manipulation until they stood out tautly from the dark circled areolae. His hands dropped down to her nipped-in waist and still further, caressing the firm flesh as they went. They came to the confining waistband of her panties and with an almost angry tug, tried to pull them off. But Phoebe raised her hips off the bed and Ken was able to slip the flimsy nylon covering from her quivering thighs. He ran his hands joyfully over her smooth hips and cupped her blonde pubic mound in his big left palm. Phoebe flexed her loins up and pressed her glistening pubic triangle against his palm and began to gyrate slowly, grinding herself up mercilessly. Ken probed and searched and finally parted the soft throbbing furrow down between her legs.
As she felt his fingers come in contact with her sensitive inner cuntal lips, Phoebe gasped and then began to moan as the ceaselessly working fingers teased the delicate tissues. "Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh," she sighed softly as the index finger came into contact with the throbbing button of her clitoris. Expertly, she thrust her pelvis up and Ken's finger stroked the acme of her desire, sending chills rippling up and down her spinal column. She could feel the hardness of his prick digging into her lower stomach and she felt an overpowering desire to have it crammed deep into her hot pussy. Ken's middle finger found the star-shaped entrance to her body and plunged into the warm fleshy folds. The contact with her hidden recesses seemed to set off a spark in Phoebe's body, and she thrashed about, desperately trying to engulf more of the fingers deeper into her hungry body. She wrenched her mouth free from Ken's and began to toss her head from side to side.
"Oh, Ken! Fuck me, my darling! Please fuck me now!" she moaned, digging her fingernails into her husband's back. Her animalistic clawing touched off the dynamite of Ken's abstinence during the earlier lesbian sequence and he lowered himself slightly until his prick was poised teasingly at her tight quivering cuntal opening. Withdrawing the lubricant soaked fingers, he hesitated just a second before plunging his enlarged rod into her waiting orifice. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhh," Phoebe groaned, her body leaping up off the bed in frenzied passion. She raised her legs and locked them tight up around her husband's back, imprisoning him in a desperate love-grip. Immediately Ken began a slow and loving fucking in and out, drawing the long prick out until the entire length of it was buried deep in her hungrily grasping cunt. Phoebe began to answer his down thrusts with an upsweep of her own and tantalized his withdrawing cock by a slow, clasping downsweep. Their years of attempted and often soured lovemaking had finally borne fruit. They were fucking in perfect unison, each familiar with and yearning for the other. Phoebe moaned softly, her entire being engulfed with sensuous and spiritual desire, and Ken's gnawing had erupted into an all-devouring hunger, reaching for complete lustful satiation.
* * *
Dotty awoke and lay staring at the ceiling for a long time. So much had happened in so few days that she felt confused by it all. She thought of the block of wood down in the little entry inside the big outside door and wondered if Mrs. Smithers would make the girls take it out themselves. She usually pulled that sort of deal. Whenever they cut paper dolls on the porch, Mrs. Smithers always made them pick up the little pieces of paper that naturally blew around in the wind even though it would be much easier for her to do it with her broom. Dotty was sure that Mandy had forgotten about her toilet idea now. Maybe they could get Dotty's father to move the wood. Mandy would probably be dumb enough to tell him what they had used it for too. Yeah, and he would laugh, that's all.
She turned over on her side. Something was bothering her. Something was itching, and it was not a physical ache. She wished, kind of, that it had all not happened because probably now her mother would go away, maybe even take her with her. Dotty liked her father okay and all that, but... she much preferred to think that her father loved her mother and she wished her mother loved her father. She supposed all that was quite impossible, especially now. She turned over onto her other side.
What was that strange noise? She sat up, alert, listening. It sounded like an animal crying for food. There it was again! It was a whimpering, moaning sound. She tiptoed around the side of her bed and out to the living room, where the moaning sound got louder. There was an open window. Maybe there was a pigeon on the windowsill or in the eaves. Dotty stole silently across the room so as not to frighten it away if it was a bird. But she could see nothing. Again she listened and hearing nothing, returned across the room. No, there it was! She tiptoed along the hall to her parents' room. The door was slightly ajar and she peeked in carefully. Gosh! Dotty drew in her breath and gasped! Her eyes were riveted on the nakedly entwined couple in the bedroom. She had never seen anything like it! She knew she should leave, should refrain from watching this private scene. Yet, her heart was all bloated with love for the couple inside and she was so happy that she couldn't tear herself away. Instead she feasted her eyes on the writhing figures on the bed.
Phoebe's hands were digging hungrily into Ken's back, leaving deep red scratches on the smooth surface. Her face was grotesquely distorted but Dotty now knew the strange happiness that signified and she was glad. Her mother's hair was tangled and mussed, too. Her legs were kicking furiously in a wild staccato into his lower back, urging him on to greater and deeper surges. Ken's entire body glistened from his exertion, and occasionally he dipped his mouth down and planted leechlike kisses on his wife's body, leaving a black and blue imprint of teeth on her soft flesh.
Dotty dug her knuckles into her mouth to try to stifle the cry of empathetic pleasure that was threatening to erupt when she first caught sight of Ken's hugely throbbing cock as it withdrew from Phoebe's hot moist cunt. Her eyes bulged as they drank in the length of it. It seemed so different from a distance! Or maybe she had just not paid that much attention. But it seemed so much thicker! Then suddenly, that strange new sensation, so recently introduced to her, caught hold of her body once again as she gazed at the heavily skewering hardness, the blue veined underside, the angry red blood-engorged head. She noticed his balls dangling obscenely down between his legs and she thought she could see them throb with the weight of their lewd liquid. She watched, enthralled, as she saw Ken suddenly grasp Phoebe's legs and raise them up until they dangled over his shoulders. For a moment, he gazed at the salacious view of her unprotected crotch that this position afforded him, and as he did so, Dotty could also see the whole of Phoebe's upraised pelvis.
Even from the hallway, Dotty could see the hungry clasping hole of her cunt, opening and closing, trying to suck in anything that ventured near. She could see that the outer lips were swollen with passion and that the tip of her reddish clitoris was visibly quivering through the hair-lined flanges. Then her father plowed forward once more, sinking his rod all the way into her mother's upraised cunt.
"Hhhmmmmmmmmmmm," Phoebe moaned as the hardened head of her husband's prick slammed against her cervix, now exposed to assault from the unnaturalness of this new position.
Mesmerized, Dotty watched as Ken surged forward again and again, his hands digging into Phoebe's buttocks, holding her in a love-locked vise. Dotty ran her tongue over her lips. Suddenly, her mouth was dry, and she felt hot and clammy all over. There was that burning sensation again between her legs and she clamped her thighs together in an effort to quench it. Beads of perspiration broke out on her upper lip, and she felt dizzy. But she couldn't bear not to watch the lewd sight. She had to see everything. Her eyes still glued to her frantically fucking parents inside, she began to sway slightly in time to their furious rocking. Of its own accord, her hand flew to her small budding breasts, which had not yet been confined by a bra, and gently began to massage the tiny nipples, which were beginning to involuntarily throb and ache. With a slow circular movement she moved her palm over her awakening buds, bringing a little relief to her trembling body.
But her relief was short-lived. Yielding to the ache in her breasts had only served to increase the fire that was now suddenly burning like wildfire down between her legs. Frantically she dropped her hand to her pubic mound and pressed it against the quivering flesh. She knew that she should go now, that the scene inside the bedroom was too much for her. But try as she would, she could not convince herself to leave the sight of her parents hungrily fucking inside. The fire raging between her legs was all-consuming. Hastily she dropped her hand and raised the hem of her short little dress. Inch by inch her hand crept up to the passion moistened point of her desire. She slipped a finger inside the leg of her panties and then gasped with relief as it made contact with the already moist flesh. Tentatively, she probed through the sparse, baby-fine hair and stroked the outer lips gently. She stroked in time to the rhythm of the wildly writhing figures. But she knew that what she was doing would never be enough. She would have to go further. She had to do something to control the burning searing fire raging out of control deep in her white young belly.
Dotty's breath was coming in short gasps as she searched in the warm hidden folds of her still virginal cunt. With a tiny moan, she found the throbbing hardened tip of her clitoris and began to stroke the erotic button. Shivers of ecstasy raced through her as she caressed the tiny fleece hidden bud. Her eyes dimmed and she could only make out the blur of mother and father as they jerked against each other. Through the mist of her eyes, she could see Phoebe thrust her pelvis up, arching her back and raising both their bodies up off the bed. Every muscle and cord was tensed in her supple body as she rose to meet Ken's insurge. Ken was perspiring freely now and his breathing became a series of heavy pants.
A warm flush enveloped Dotty's young body as she stroked her awakened clitoris in time with Ken's rhythmic sawing while her other hand freely manipulated her breasts through the material of her dress. Rivulets of perspiration ran down her inner thighs, and she felt damp patches on her skirt. She could barely control the countless mewls which were escaping from her throat. Suddenly, angered by the impeding material of her dress, she bunched it up around her waist and, reluctantly removing her hand from her aching breasts, held it there. Impatiently she eased the wet panties down over her slender hips until they fell to just above her knees. All caution left her. Nothing mattered but the fiery tingling deep in her young loins.
Tentatively she tested the tight resisting ring of her cunt with her middle finger. The tender flesh felt moist and elastic under her touch and she pushed gently at the unwilling entrance. She winced from the pain as she probed the fleshy petal-like opening and slowly insinuated the tip inside the warm, wet little hole. Chills and shivers ran up and down her back like icy fingers, raising goose bumps all over her, which created a tingle over her entire body and contrasted almost painfully with the warmth of her skin.
The cries from the bedroom were now more strangled and more intense and suddenly Dotty could stand it no longer! With a deep throated grunt, she rammed her entire finger up into the virginal orifice between her legs. Gasping from the novel contact, she rotated her finger harder up inside the steaming sheath. She felt the warm walls of her pussy, close in on her finger and sighed as her rummaging sent new spasms of joy shooting through her. Then she inserted another finger, and then another, until all three were stretching around in her secret depths. The fire was quenched at last, but a new, more searing sensation took its place. At last she knew what she had been doing for Mandy!
A growing hunger reared up and threatened to overpower her. Desperately she fingerfucked herself and tears of frustration came to her eyes as she realized that they were not enough. She needed even more inside her. Greedily she stared at the huge fleshy pole which was tearing into her mother's cunt, and anger welled up in her. She wanted a cock, a man's cock, inside her. That's why the ache would not go away! She wished, oh, how she wished that it was she who was twisting and flailing nakedly under her father's rod! Yet just a few minutes ago she had been so happy to see that it was her mother! But now her mother didn't matter anymore! Closing her eyes, Dotty tried to imagine what it would be like to have him fucking her, to feel his weight rocking above her. But all she could feel was the inadequacy of her own fingers, and she moaned softly outside her parents' bedroom. She could feel the waves of heat gathering momentum inside her. She was out of control now. She didn't know what was happening and didn't care. She opened her eyes again and fastened them once more on the monster cock plowing into her mother. She saw her cunt cling hungrily to its width as it withdrew, the delicate pink hair-fringed edges pulling out with it, unwilling to let it go, even for a moment.
Again she closed her eyes, thinking only of Ken's engorged cock, sawing in and out, his balls pounding against her mother's anus, his fingers digging into the flesh of her buttocks, her arms locked around his neck, her legs hanging over his shoulders, her naked vagina upraised and defenseless before his ceaseless surging.
Dotty's eyes flew open. The unearthly shriek had come from the bedroom. She saw Phoebe bucking and jerking like a wild woman, her head flailing from side to side, her mouth wide open, her eyes rolling. Another groan pierced the twilight stillness, this time a low, male groan and then she saw Ken lurching uncontrollably into Phoebe as spasm after spasm overtook him, his testicles jerking as they pumped their hot, scalding sperm deep up into her belly. And it was finally happening to her, too. The heat was a furnace now and cloud after cloud of it swept through her. Her hips were jerking strangely, and she felt as if she were drifting, her head spun around, and involuntarily her fingers dug deeper and deeper into herself. Then the cloud burst, raining sparks on her. She heard a mewling. Was it herself? And she felt a warm wetness on her fingers and running down her inner thighs. It felt so good! She wanted this blessed feeling to go on forever! But finally it stopped and a strange peace took over. Her body still quivered and she opened her eyes. It was quite dark outside and the light had faded in the hallway and in the bedroom. She looked in and could make out the figures of her father and Phoebe, he lying over her, her legs still spread. They seemed to be asleep. Dotty crept up to them and could see a thin stream of sticky white liquid seeping out from between her mother's legs and there was a look of utter tranquility on her face. Never in her whole life had Dotty seen such a look on her mother's face! A new love swept over Dotty for her mother, and she knew she must be certain that Mandy got nowhere near Ken Cotton again!
After rebuckling her belt, Dotty crept out of the house and across the hall. She was just about to knock when a tall blond man opened the door and stepped out. "Hi!" he said. "You want to come in?"
"I'm looking for Mandy," Dotty told him in a firm tone of voice.
"Right inside," he said, waving his hand through the open door. She walked in and closed the door after herself. Mandy was sprawled on the living room couch in a sea of funny books.
"Mandy!" Dotty said, determined not to lose her nerve. Dotty was the stronger of the two physically, but mentally Mandy could always overpower her. Not this time. "Mandy!" she repeated as her dark-haired friend finished a page before acknowledging Dotty's presence. "I want you to stay away from my father! He belongs to my mother!" She was starting to shake with the audacity of confronting her friend as well as from the new parental loyalties stirring in her heart. Mandy was gaping at her in astonishment. Dotty blurted out even louder. "Your father doesn't belong to anyone! Why don't you fuck him! And... and leave my father alone!" Mandy's little face was beet red, and Thomas Carillo stepped into the living room from the little kitchen. Dotty did not see him because she had stepped up close to her friend just an instant before and had her back now to the kitchen door. Her arms were outswept toward Mandy and tears were streaming down her soft-skinned face. "I know how it feels, Mandy. I get a terrible hunger in me, too, now. Right now I feel... I feel empty inside..."
Tom looked at the red face of his daughter. She was staring at Dotty, trying to shut her up with her hard look. That told him all he needed to know. Anger started to well up in his chest.
"What is this all about!" he almost shouted.
Poor Dotty jumped a mile, but Mandy grabbed at whatever was available for self-defense and played her cards like an expert.
"She's talking about her father and mother, Daddy. You know Phoebe next door? The woman in the blue robe?"
Dotty could not follow what Mandy was saying. It made no sense to her. She had been talking about their sexual hungers and her mother didn't have a blue robe, but she noticed the change that came over Mr. Carillo's face, the look of astonishment and then of a slightly smiling contrition.
"Guess you've made it into womanhood, that right, Mandy?" he asked softly. There was a pain in his heart. He wondered for the first time if she was going to be too wild, like her mother. Would she, too, tire of him and leave him? He had tried to keep his sexual life from her. How long had she understood the import of his late homecomings? He glanced at Dotty, whose big golden brown eyes were studying every move he made. "I guess you kids know the score," he said. "I can't say I'm happy about your growing up so soon, but it can't be helped now, I suppose." He sighed and sat with Mandy and the mess of comic books. He swept her up against his bathrobe covered chest and loosened the robe as he did so that Dotty caught sight of the little dark curls on his muscular chest. "Now what do we do?" he was asking almost inaudibly.
"We can be your girls!" Mandy suggested. She knew that there was not much he could say to her. He had understood by her reference to Phoebe and the blue robe that his daughter had seen something. She knew he would not want Ken to know what had occurred when Phoebe had come for the shower. Now she was going to see just how much she could milk out of him. "We already know what it's all about, Daddy. In fact, we're real good at it. Come on and we'll show you!" She bounced out from among the paper books and pulled at his hand. "Want to play, Dotty?" she asked her friend, a lewd smile on her face.
She looked at Dotty, who was still looking him, not with the eyes of a child but eyes of a woman. It was an insane idea he thought, but why was he considering it? He recognized the reason. He was so deathly afraid that Mandy would leave him. If this were a way to keep her... just a little longer... In a daze, he arose at the urging of his daughter's tug and almost without thinking, held out his other hand to her friend. Dotty's mouth gaped open, but she followed.
In the bedroom, watching the two girls undress excitedly, his prick began to grow rapidly. Suddenly he felt a soft childish hand caressing it. Looking down, he saw that it was Dotty who was stroking it so lovingly, and he gently pushed her onto the bed on her back. He caught her by the ankles and spread her slim legs and settled himself between them. He cast his eyes over her unbelievably luscious body and thought how well she was developing for a twelve year old. She was more a ripened woman than he had realized, or perhaps it had just happened, this transition from the familiar timid, awkward little girl he had known. He could see how firm her breasts were becoming and how round and smooth her hips. She lay back before him on the soft bed, her face raised in trusting anticipation. He noticed that her hair was a trifle browner than her mother's. He felt her fingers trailing along his back, teasing him, trying to pull him down on her. The sparse young pubic triangle between her legs was relatively hairless and shone white next to her tanned legs.
Dotty's hand was still clutched around his expanding penis, and the tip of her forefinger played with the opening at the top, taunting it while she investigated, the nail slipping into the tight little slit. Tom lowered himself between her legs and began to caress her body with his hand. He felt her tremble and quiver beneath his touch and her body, ready for the pleasure for which she had yearned, was already beginning to flush. She instinctively guided the head down toward her downy triangle and began to lubricate it in the juices which were beginning to trickle from her willing cunt. The faint pearly pinkness of her treasure gleamed in the bright reading light of his room, and Tom could see the eye of her clitoris twinkling through the soft hairs of the swelling furrows. He could feel the delicate skin of her cunt as it grazed the head of his cock and his hands continued to play along the smooth contours of her body.
She raised her knees up and he grasped her firmly by her ankles and hoisted a leg over each shoulder so that they dangled down his back. He stared at the delicate feminine mystery as if he was seeing such for the first time. The softness, the many shadings of pinkness, the faint pulsing of it utterly fascinated him and he licked his lips in anticipatory glee. He tested the smooth fleshy head against the contracting folds of Dotty's cunt, and then gently began to sway forward, trying to insert its massiveness into the soft unresisting pussy flesh. He was surprised that after an initial prodding and relatively little trouble, he was able to enter the child. Maybe it was because she was so big-boned, he thought. She was more like her father rather than her mother in build. But he was careful and took it slowly and tenderly, pressing on until he felt the head slip inside with a gentle lurch. He was pressing her lips together tightly but her eyes were dancing. He held her securely by the buttocks, his fingers clutching the tender young flesh. He looked down at her pearly pink cunt edges closing in around his cock as he began to saw slowly forward, sinking his member deep up into her molded depths.
It took time for her cunt to respond eagerly to his advancing penis, but Dotty was not going to let him know of the slightest twinge of pain and there certainly was pain. Mandy had warned her of it though. She knew it would not last and she didn't want him to stop so she held on to her smile with all her might. Finally her cunt seemed to be grasping his prick and sucking it in, her sensitive flesh rippling over the webbed ridged surface of it. On and on he reamed until he had imbedded it all in her sinewy depths. He felt his pendulous balls scrape against her upraised crotch, and he looked down and saw that their pubic hairs, her faint ones and his dark ones, were damp.
Dotty's hands were digging convulsively into the soft blankets on either side of her, and her breasts were heaving in passion. Her mouth was half-open and her eyes were tightly closed. Little droplets of sweat stood out on her upper lip. Slowly he withdrew his penis, watching the greedy velvetlike flesh clinging hungrily to his exciting cock. When he had withdrawn all but the very top, he plowed forward again, burying it completely in her once more. Little moans of joy escaped from Dotty's lips and already her head was beginning to flail from side to side. He felt the beginnings of a churning motion in her loins, and the inside of her cunt grasped at his prick, opening and closing without let up. He forced his hands between her shoulders and ran them down the soft curves of her back and waist, and she rippled the ridges of her backbone serpentlike in a slow undulation. The sinews of her muscles quivered lightly just under the tanned skin, and he could feel the vibrations resounding through her from her desperate churning below.
Mandy sat watching the lustful scene, her admiring little eyes riveted on her father's plunging cock. Gee, he was the best! She enviously watched as Dotty began to writhe and flail beneath him. Mandy saw Dotty's hips pound and batter against his, her legs clutching his neck in a bearlike grip. Her hands were digging into his neck, and he felt as if his body was being torn asunder, so strong was her passion-incited hold. A deep animal growl began to murmur in Dotty's throat, and then she was screaming wildly, her head pounding against the mattress. Her cunt clutched and unclutched his penis in a frenetic attempt to drain it dry in time to the gushing of her own secretions, which were copiously flowing out around it, and she succeeded.
Tom heard himself uttering harsh snarls of animalistic fury and then his own hips were bashing against her. A volcano had erupted in his balls, and now the white molten lava was speeding along his cock to burst into the crater of her cunt. Spurt after spurt he sent shooting into her, and her ever-hungry cunt swallowed every last drop. Long after she had pumped his cock dry, she continued her maniacal milking, refusing to believe that there was none left. With the whimper of a sulking child, she relaxed her deathlike grip on him and sank in a heap onto the bed.
Tom dozed off, satiated by the beautiful fucking of the young twelve year old he had just experienced until he was wakened by what seemed like insects crawling all over him. He could hear a vague conversation in the room.
"We're going to have to move the bedroom into the little entry now!" Dotty was slightly giggling.
"No, let's put it in the hall in front of Mrs. Smithers door!" his own daughter's voice retorted.
Tom attempted to rouse himself and brush the crawling things from his stomach, but they were not insects. It was Mandy, a curious lustful gleam in her eyes, who was bending over him, her long dark hair sweeping and tickling his flesh. For a moment he thought it was her mother! A sob caught in his throat as the familiar lascivious grin spread over her face, but he caught his emotions and turned to the playfulness that would not frighten them.
"Oh, no, not again!" he exclaimed, which convulsed the two little girls with ringing laughter.
