"There's a lot of curves left in the old girl yet!" Carrie Livingston murmured to herself in her husky voice. She was examining herself in the new smoked mirrors she'd had installed in her bedroom, and she liked what she saw. Even though she was no longer a young woman, her face and figure continued to belie this fact, giving back the image of a voluptuous woman in the prime of life.
Carrie was wearing a long diaphanous dressing gown of a silvery tone that set off her pale ash blonde hair to perfection. It also left little to be guessed at of the curvaceous shapes of her body, exposing the deep cleft of her full, milk-white breasts to view and snugly encompassing the girth of the two firmly raised mounds in shimmering material. As she turned around slowly in front of the floor to ceiling mirror, she noted with some satisfaction that the curves of her buttocks were still just as round and provocative as they had always been.
"I'm tall," she said. "And that always helps!" She knew many women exactly her age who were short heavy-set old ladies by now. Carrie was somewhere in her middle forties... the exact number she kept a well-guarded secret, even from herself. It was easy to forget, she found, the older she got. She stood barefoot in the deep snowy white pile rug that she had just had installed. The sensuous feeling beneath her wriggling toes made her feel good all over. She was very pleased with the complete results of the remodeled room. Even though her husband, John did think it was ridiculous, the 30's style decor gave her enough satisfaction to offset any of John's sarcastic remarks!
The gigantic circular bed with its satin sheets and fur coverlet was a source of amusement to John who was far more interested in the running of his successful mountain resort than the foolishness of interior design. He had left the job of decorating the cabins and the guest rooms of the big house up to Carrie, and she had confined herself to furnishing them in a comfortable modern atmosphere. But for herself, she much preferred something more exotic... and after talking about it to John for several years, he finally agreed to let her do anything she wanted to the bedroom. It was to be her domain. After all, he had told her, they were making quite enough money with the resort during the summer months to afford it.
"Livingston's" had become a big name in the Catskills after only a few years, and John and Carrie were proud of it. In exchange for letting her re-do the bedroom, as well as supply herself with a complete new wardrobe to her own liking, John had asked Carrie to go along with him on something he had wanted to do for a long while. Have a family reunion!
Carrie coiled herself up on the middle of the big round bed and sighed. She was glad everyone was coming tomorrow. She looked forward to seeing the children again. Stretching out and looking up at the 6 x 6 foot mirror over the bed, she stared at her prone figure in the same smokey glass and thought it would be particularly nice to see her son Jamie. It was hard to believe that he was a grown man now... with a wife and child. Why she could remember when he was just a little boy... the sweet way he used to sponge her back in the tub... just the way that old lover of hers used to do. Giuliano... she wondered what had become of him! It had been a long time since she'd had a lover, she realized... over 10 years... Her husband, John was hardly the romantic type, even if she did love him... a woman had to have some romance in her life!
She had thought that redecorating the bedroom would help her recent depression, but it had only seemed to augment her problem. Now she really missed the excitement of her youth... especially of those days before she had met and married John... but also, she had had some good times since, unbeknown to him! There was none now, though, and with a panicky feeling in her stomach, Carrie wondered if there ever would be anyone else now! Letting her hands run softly over the upstanding points of her thick nippled breasts and down along her waist and hips, she thought what a shame it would be if no other man would ever admire the perfection of her figure, or tell her she had the smoothest skin in the world!
She lifted the skirt of her long dress up and traced a line along the length of her nicely rounded thigh. In her mind an imaginary lover approached the sacrosanct area of her waiting pussy, moistened slightly by the thoughts of other men touching her there. Her own fingers touched the thin elastic leg-band of her panties and slipped secretly inside... just as Giuliano had done, time and time again.
"Oh, God!" she thought. "What on earth am I doing?" But already the well cared for hand with the carefully buffed fingernails painted a pearly soft white, approached the silken- haired triangle that nested Venus-like down between her slightly spread thighs. One finger flicked out further still and teased at the thin, curl-lined lips that guarded the smooth wet mouth of Carrie's cunt. "Am I interrupting something?"
Carrie jumped up to a sitting position on the bed, rapidly removing her fingers from beneath her robe.
"John!" she cried momentarily angry and blushing, "Don't you ever knock?" "Knock?" John replied, throwing his leather jacket over one of the new low hassocks on the thick rug. "Why should I knock? This is still my bedroom too, isn't it? Or has something changed just because you've redone the place?" Carrie looked at her husband with exasperation. What was there to do with him? He was incorrigible. A very, very handsome man, she thought watching him now as he began to get undressed for bed. But totally unmanageable... totally... how could she put it, unchic. Well, she had liked it well enough when she married him those many years ago, she realized, falling back on the bed but continuing to observe her husband... but now... well, she just needed something more!
"Tricia called," John said, slipping his pajama top on. "Said they'll be arriving as scheduled after all. So everyone will be here in time for dinner tomorrow!"
"Of course..." Carrie said, "I knew they'd make it. You got all upset over nothing. Tricia was always making things more complicated than necessary... even when she was a little girl!"
Carrie stared up over the bed at her reflection again, smoothing a few loose strands of her stylishly cut hair. Their daughter Tricia had been ten times harder to raise than Jamie, she thought, although she could never say so to John. She knew he felt particularly protective of his daughter, especially since she had married that fellow Ike. Carrie had to admit that he hardly seemed a good enough catch for a girl as good looking as Tricia... but then their son Jamie's wife was no thrill either! She had decided some time ago not to worry herself about it, but she knew that John still brooded about Tricia's life since she had gotten married and left home.
"Well, I'm glad they're coming..." John continued, "I just want to see..."
"See what?" Carrie suddenly said. John had approached the bed and was standing quite close to her now. She didn't want to talk about that anymore. At her eye level were John's thick and powerful thighs. For a man in his early fifties he was built as strong as an ox. A thrill went through her as she remembered some of the things that had originally attracted her to her husband. A strong-willed man... self made... depended on no one but himself to get things done... much better than any of the Giuliano's when all was said and done. That was why she had married him, after all!
She felt suddenly impelled to do something to alleviate her boredom. Knowing that John never wore anything to bed other than his pajama top, she suddenly snaked her arm out, and letting her hand dart swiftly between his thighs, grabbed at the softly flaccid length of his penis.
She felt him give a start in surprise as her hand clasped the almost obscenely warm flesh of his penis. He looked down at her and almost pulled away. But before he had even had time to do so, his lewdly grinning wife had begun a slow up and down motion along his cock, pulling the thick foreskin forward and then pushing it back... all the way back so as to expose the smooth, rounded head. Then slowly, his cock began to spring to life in her hand and he felt his thighs tremble ever so slightly as the thrill of what she was doing ran through him. It was true, he thought with some regret... they hadn't made love in some time. He had just been too preoccupied with running the resort, and now that the summer was over and they were closed, he had also had the preoccupation of planning for the family reunion. Not that there was that much actual planning involved, but somehow the whole thing weighed heavily on his mind... there was the question of his daughter Tricia... and that lout of a husband of hers... what was he going to do about them? He didn't know, but something had to be done that was for sure!
"Darling... you seem so far away!" Carrie breathed heavily. And in an effort to remedy this, she leaned forward provocatively and opening her full, lipstick rimmed lips to a rounded "O", licked them wet with her tongue, then slowly, teasingly, enclosed the swollen head of her husband's cock within them. Her tongue flicked out gently to wet the smooth rubbery surface, and she let it slide over the entire top, pausing to tease into the tiny opening in the center with each circular motion.
"Mmmmmm!" she hummed softly, as she heard her husband gasp with pleasure.
"Mmmm!"
She moved in closer and drew the long, ever hardening pole still deeper into the warm wetness of her mouth, licking and sucking with obvious enjoyment as the now almost violently quivering prick slid further and further back. She stretched her mouth wide, and allowed the enormous blood-pulsing cock to touch the back of her throat, tickling her tonsils so that she had to cough.
"Oooooh!" Her husband groaned heavily, "God, baby that feels good!" His wildly expanded cock throbbed deep inside his wife's throat, and he felt her hot breath floating over its distended surface as she shifted her position on the bed before him so that she could place both her chiffon clad arms around his upper thighs, thereby clasping his buttocks with her hands and pulling his loins closer into her face. He felt the soft protrusions of her breasts pushing down below against his mid-thighs as she ground as much of herself against him as possible, while nibbling at his lust-excited penis as though she wanted to devour it.
"Ah!" he cried, throwing his head back as he felt the lewdly inciting sensations rippling all along his cock. He opened his eyes briefly and was surprised to see, there on the ceiling a reflection of himself and Carrie, engrossed in their lewd act! He always forgot about that damned mirror... it had only been installed for a few days now, and every time he thought about it or noticed it, it embarrassed him. It was just plain silly, he thought... and he quickly closed his eyes again instantly putting it out of his mind, and with a sigh released his mental processes to the increasing pleasure in his loins. His mind became almost blissfully blank as all thoughts of clients, bills, maintenance, and his married teenaged daughter Tricia were erased from it.
A peaceful smile broke out upon his strong, craggy features, as his ears filled with the lewd wet sucking sounds that echoed throughout the bedroom. Carrie's mouth locked tightly around his straining cock felt sublimely wet, wonderfully warm, and then excitingly slack. His hips pushed forward into her face in stronger and stronger thrusts as the sensuously sucking cavern continued its devastating work. HOW LONG HAD IT BEEN SINCE SHE HAD SUCKED HIM OFF!?? Normally he was a man who tended to forget about sex, although he enjoyed it when the time came... but how could he have gone so long without feeling this delicious sensation? The wonderful rhythmic slapping of his sperm-bloated testicles down against her finely chiseled chin roused a primitive lust inside him and he clasped her head hard, twisting his fingers through her pale blonde hair feeling the smoothness of her scalp beneath his fingertips as he forced his ramrodding cock still further into his wife's willingly accepting throat! It was almost too much to bear, and he thought that he might cum then and there right into her mouth. But he also wanted to make the pleasure last as long as possible, so he gritted his teeth and mentally forced back the swirling sperm that crowded at his straining testicles.
"Oh, honey, yes... yes!!!" he groaned, encouraging Carrie's inspired sucking while he clenched and unclenched his fingers in her soft silken hair. He spread his big muscular legs a little bit wider before her obscenely bobbing head and pumped his desire engorged prick with renewed vigor into her widely ovaled lips.
Wave after wave of delicious sensation wafted through his entire body, emanating down from his hotly spearing cock and spreading out to cover the whole of his body. He could hear tiny mewls of illicit pleasure coming from her throat even though the only part of her he was touching was her head! He remembered how much she always used to enjoy sucking him until he would cum right in her mouth, ever since they'd first been married, some 25 years ago!
He'd been shocked by it at first, but bit by bit, she'd won him over to what for him had been a revelation. Oh certainly he'd heard about it, but no woman had actually done it to him until then! He didn't find it difficult to enjoy though, and he recalled many separate occasions when Carrie had begged him to let her do it to him in the strangest places... like in the back of a taxi cab, while even though it was night, he was sure the driver knew just what was going on... or on her mother's livingroom sofa while her mother was right in the next room. Whenever they went to a movie he could count on her secretly unzipping his fly and lowering her head to his waiting cock!
Carrie was quite something... then and now! John thought. What a woman!
Giant tremors of delight began to run through him now and he felt filled with the kind of excitement he had known as a younger man, when his silent strength had met and exploded on contact with Carrie's exotic flamboyance. He tended to forget about just how much he loved her these days, he realized... but Carrie would never let him completely forget!
"NnNNNnnnngh!" he groaned. IT FELT INCREDIBLE!
"Oh, GOD, BABY, I'M GOING TO SQUIRT IN YOUR MOUTH!!!
He wasn't going to be able to stop his orgasm this time... it was too late. That split second during which it might have been possible had passed, and already he could feel the enormous build-up of his semen, hurtling toward him like a thundering freight train in the night. It was going to be exceptionally good... that much he could tell already! His toes curled up and his fingers tensed tightly in the roots of his wife's silken blonde hair as he forced her face closer... every muscle in his body straining toward the incredible eruption that was coming.
"Oooooooh! CARRIE! HONEY! SUCK IT! SUCK IT DRY, BABY!"
It struck hard and fast, and suddenly stream after gushing stream of his hotly searing jism exploded from the wildly jerking head of his cock, striking the back of her gullet and ricocheting back... some of the hot slippery liquid sliding down her rapidly swallowing throat, some of it doubling back onto the excitedly pulsing object from whence it came.
Carrie gulped back the burning semen, absorbing the pungent male taste of it upon her tongue. Her fingers dug into her husband's desperately tensed buttocks.
"MMMmmmpfhhh!" she mumbled, as she thought delightedly, "OH JOHN HONEY... OH MY DARLING JOHN!!!"
John didn't know just why, but just as he reached the acute, mushrooming peak of his orgasm, and his head snapped back, he opened his eyes once more. From his mouth came a long wail of pleasure, and once more he saw the image of himself in the smokey mirror above the big round bed. But something struck him as odd. All he could see of Carrie was her blonde, still bobbing head, and her flowing silver gowned figure upon the bed, but in his imagination... and perhaps because of the cloudiness of the mirror, she bore a striking resemblance to their young daughter Tricia. He was stunned momentarily by the thought... but then remembering that the mother and daughter had always looked alike in certain ways, he pushed the thought rapidly from his mind.
The last drops of his semen were warmly accepted by Carrie's still hungrily milking lips as he felt his knees weakening. He felt her pulling him forward, and slowly his spent cock slipped from her sperm-flooded mouth as he fell onto the bed beside her.
"Did you like it, honey?" she asked, breathlessly, licking her glistening lips eagerly to absorb all of him she could inside her.
"You bet," he replied, reaching for her languid body. Before beginning the love-making he knew Carrie would expect from him now, John couldn't resist looking up at the ceiling again. This time he was looking for the resemblance, and found it immediately. As he pulled his wife's voluptuously willing body close to him, John wondered just what his daughter Tricia was doing at that moment that was making him think so much about her!
Chapter 2
"I don't care what he thinks," Tricia thought as she brushed her teeth in the bathroom of her apartment in Queens. "He's not going to get me to give in to him!"
"Tricia!" Ike's voice came booming from the bedroom. "Hurry up in there... everything's almost ready!"
Tricia felt tears coming to her eyes as she heard her husband's voice. "Why does he have to be so belligerent?" She wondered aloud, staring at her honey blonde good looks in the bathroom mirror. Her short pink baby-doll nightgown gave her a little girl appearance that was not contradicted by the gleaming curls of her golden hair that fell softly to her shoulders. During the day she usually wore it pulled back in a black velvet bow, but at night she always let it fall in bouncing curls that framed her delicate features. This was an "order" from Ike, who insisted that she always look a certain way when she came to bed. At first Tricia hadn't minded at all, being flattered that Ike paid so much attention to the way she looked. It had seemed wonderful to have a husband who cared so much about her, and such details as her hair and clothing. However, as time passed, she came to realize that there was really little to be flattered about. It was all some kind of formula for him. She was like a grown-up doll that he liked to dress in certain ways, and then he would force her to do exactly what he wanted!
Tricia splashed cold water on her face, and then applied a skin freshener with a cotton ball. Her clear blue eyes sparkled beneath the heavy water dotted lashes as she thought about Ike telling her he had a "surprise" for her tonight! She didn't want any more surprises. In their short six-month marriage, she had already had enough. He was always coming home from his job at the TV repair shop at night with some new gimmick, and Tricia was afraid that he had something especially obnoxious planned for this evening.
"TRICIA! DID YOU HEAR ME?"
"Yes, Ike, I'll be right out... just a minute!" she replied. It was depressing, she thought as she sprayed herself with Ma Griffe perfume... she had counted on having a nice quiet evening on the night before they left for the country. She was looking forward to taking their vacation with her parents at the "Family Reunion" that her father had planned. She particularly wanted to see her father. Since her marriage to Ike she had seen him so little, and she missed him. She did not tell Ike that her dad usually called her at home once or twice each week, during the day while he was at the shop. Ike would have had a fit. He had never gotten along with the old man, claiming that he had too much influence over Tricia... whereas he, Ike was the only person who should have any kind of say in her life now that they were married!
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE?" Tricia jumped at the harsh tone of her husband's voice.
"Why must you treat me like a child???" she hissed, in a tone low enough so that Ike would not be able to hear. But she was unable to gather up the courage to show him this inner anger, and she hurriedly went to open the bathroom door, having completed her evening toilette.
"I'm sorry..." she started saying, but stopped short as she entered the bedroom. Her mouth hung open from the shock of what she saw. The entire room was illuminated with flood lights, and they pointed directly at the bed which had been carefully made down. Ike stood over at the chest of drawers fiddling with what looked like a large camera, while on the other bureau stood a new television set.
"Wha...?"
Ike beamed and turned toward her, pointing the camera in her direction. To her amazement, Tricia saw her own image appear on the television screen.
"What is this... Ike... what on earth is going on?"
"It's a video tape machine, babe... come on in... why don't you get over there on the bed right in the middle like a good girl... I'm gonna set up this camera!"
Tricia could tell from the excitement in her husband's voice that he cared little about what her reaction to this strange new machine was. He was like a little boy captivated by a new toy.
She stood uncertainly in the doorway of the bathroom, looking at the tiny image of herself on the 10 inch screen. It was fascinating, but there was something horrible about it too. She was being televised and the image was being instantaneously projected. She had seen this type machine in a department store once, but had never dreamed that one day one would be photographing her in her nightie in her own house. As she watched the image suddenly changed and there on the screen was the big double bed. The full impact of what was going to happen dawned on her and she took a step backward into the bathroom. It was like watching a set on a TV program, only she was to be the star performer in this story!
Ike looked over at his wife. "Great!" he thought, "she's wearing that shorty gown... she looks terrific tonight!" Hungrily, he took in Tricia's shapely teenage figure as it was clearly outlined beneath her shorty gown by the bright flood lights. He could feel his cock rising as his eyes roamed over her large melon sized breasts. He was going to give them a good sucking tonight! Gleefully he put the final adjustment on the camera so that it would remain fixed upon the bed, and pressed the "record" button.
"This is gonna be good!" Ike said, approaching his young 18- year-old wife. Tricia pulled back as he reached out and grabbed her arm, steering her gently but firmly toward the bed.
"Ike, you don't mean... Ike... I can't!!!"
"Not so..." Ike replied swinging her about and letting her go so that she landed squarely upon the bed. "You can do anything you want to do!" He was watching the screen to see that the camera was properly focused. It was. "Now act nice sweetie," Ike said, beginning to remove his sport shirt and trousers. "Afterward I'm gonna play the whole thing back for you and you can see how beautiful you are!"
Tricia hadn't realized that the camera was also recording... so that the image that was being played across the screen could be stored away afterward and replayed again and again! She squinted up into the impossibly bright lights. All she could see of her undressing husband was a vague shadow. The tears came in earnest now, and her cheeks glistened with wetness. And she had wanted romance! All her life she had been a romantic little girl, looking forward to the day when she would be married to the perfect boy of her dreams. How could she have ever been duped into thinking that Ike was that boy?! She wondered why she stayed married to him... why she didn't leave him (as her father guessing at her unhappiness often suggested). She couldn't explain it even to herself. After all she didn't have to put up with his antics! Ever since their wedding night when he had forced her to pose naked with nothing but a pair of high boots on while he took Polaroid pictures of her in every lewd position possible, he had subjected her to one humiliation after another... and now this...!!!
But she had little time to continue her trend of thought. Ike was ready to join her. He knelt down on the bed, causing her to roll slightly toward him, and approaching her on all fours, he bent over her kissing her passionately on the lips, forcing her head back with the sheer strength of his tongue pushing wetly into her mouth. Simultaneously, his hands reached up beneath the folds of her nylon nightgown and he groped toward the firm young mounds of her breasts. His fingers encountered the warmth of her rib cage and slid upward toward the softly quivering tips of her nipples. The smooth creamy flesh seemed to glide beneath his hands and Ike could feel himself breaking out into a sweat as the soft and pliant globes gave beneath his touches and he moulded them like putty in his hands.
"OH HONEY!!!" he breathed into her mouth, feeling his tongue worm hungrily into her open mouth. He pressed down upon her, his naked body covering hers, and heard her squeal as his weight pressed heavily on her trembling body. His heavy cock felt like it was expanding to ten times its size as it pushed against her lower belly.
Ike cursed as he realized she was wearing the matching panties that went along with the shorty gown. "Didn't I tell you never to wear those damned things??" he growled. One hand left the silken heat of breasts and moved downward toward the flimsy protective panties. He grabbed at the elastic at the waist and pulled down. Then remembering the camera again, he moved slightly so that Tricia's entire lower half was exposed to the all-seeing lens. Then he pulled down on the elastic waistband of her panties, revealing bit by bit, more and more of his wife's secret flesh. First the smooth downy surface of her belly... the deeply indented navel appeared.
"Ike...!!!! IKE I WON'T STAND FOR IT. I WON'T PUT UP WITH IT!!!!!" Tricia tried to break away from him, kicking her legs out and struggling to get up. But Ike pushed her back down and resumed his stripping of her helpless young genitals. Smiling into the camera, and watching his activities on the television screen, he rolled the panties down a little further. The softly curling hairs of Tricia's pubic mound appeared, first the soft white lower belly and then the sparsely youthful strands of cuntal hairs peeped out as finally, in spite of her squirming, the entire blonde vee of her now naked young pussy came into view. Ike laughed and hurriedly peeled the panties all the way down over her gracefully tapered thighs and calves and then off, flinging them across the room where they landed on a straight backed chair. The cool rush of October night air drifting across her now fully exposed vagina chilled Tricia, and she wailed pitifully.
"OH IKE, how can you do this to me... HOW CAN YOU?"
"It's easy babe... real easy, cause I like cunt!" Ike replied, gazing excitedly down at the nakedness of her now unprotected pussy. With his thumbs he spread the tender, fuzz- fringed lips of his wife's cunt, opening up the moistly hidden little mouth inside.
"Just relax... honey... relax. It'll feel good... doesn't it always!" He had spread her tiny quivering vaginal split open wide for the staring lens to photograph, and now he intended to continue the lewdly exciting play! The helplessly squirming young blonde tried to press her buttocks down hard into the bed, as though she could escape the moment when Ike's fingers would touch her there and be recorded forever going up inside her. She couldn't believe that this was actually happening! She felt so exposed and more vulnerable than ever! Then, there it was... his fingers brushed hotly against the silken mound of her pussy, and Tricia closed her eyes tight as an acute sensation of unwanted pleasure rolled over her. She tried to resist it, tried even not to feel it... to tell herself that this was wicked, horrid... that she must not respond to it... but suddenly she felt herself involuntarily growing wetter down between her thighs in anticipation of what was going to take place. She felt embarrassed at her arousal as Ike's lips nibbled at hers again and she felt her husband's middle finger parting the soft blonde curls of her pubic fuzz and teasing into the narrow crevice of her helplessly tingling pussy.
"OH GOD!" she thought... "What would Daddy think if he saw me almost naked like this with no panties on and Ike's hand up between my legs!"
A perverse pleasure began to expand inside her as her young husband pushed slowly along the highly sensitive pink flanged area of her open pussy. She felt herself moving her legs imperceptibly wider. Her smoothly sensitive cuntal walls could feel every little ridge of Ike's middle finger as it began a steady irresistible friction in the hot depths of her exposed vagina.
"AAAAAAaaaaaaah!" Tricia moaned, "AAAH!"
The hard edge of his finger and a tip of the nail scraped over her trembling clitoris and she felt the tiny bud jerk upright like an erect little prick. He had forced her long sensuous legs wide apart now and they were obscenely splayed out on the bed as the camera flashed every movement onto the clearly tuned in television screen as his finger disappeared wetly into Tricia's tightly pulsing little pussy. A tremendous shudder went through her as Ike's hand harshly continued its lascivious fingering. The soft golden hair that surrounded her vagina was parted wide as he toyed with her throbbing clitoris, making her moan with forbidden delight.
He continued flicking at her excitedly throbbing clitoris, making her whimper and squirm in his arms and then his other hand slipped beneath the sheer material of her nightgown to once again pinch the hot little nipples that were already hardening like tiny agate pebbles. He felt an inferno of desire rushing through him and knew that he would have to crawl on her and get inside her hot little cunt and fast! His cock felt like a rod of molten steel and he knew that the grinding video camera was going to record an eyeful this night!
Tricia's thighs felt completely limp and all she could do now was respond with her hips to his touches. Involuntarily, she began to move them back and forth in time to the rhythm of his finger fucking. Slowly but surely she felt his finger moving down so that his entire hand was able to cup up between her widespread thighs. He gave a sudden twist to her nipple that made her cry out in pain and in the same instant slip another finger beside the first deep inside her rapidly melting vagina.
"OOOOOOooooohhhhhh..." Tricia groaned out, her face a mask of ecstatic bliss. She thought for a moment that she might black out from the fantastic feeling of being fingered so violently by two fingers at the same time. But then, as they continued their lewd teasing of the smooth sensitive walls inside, the tips of them pressing all the way up against the soft end of her cervix high up in the warm, wet confines of her pulsing cunt, wave after wave of startling pleasure began to seep out of her. For the first time that evening, the rolling camera was forgotten and her body was alive once more, responding completely to her lust- maddened husband.
Ike began a steady back and forth motion with his fingers leaning to one side so that the camera would have a clear view of her excited vaginal juices as they flowed down around his searching fingers.
Suddenly, and without warning, Ike slipped both fingers out of his young wife's now hungrily grasping cunt and before Tricia could even respond, she felt her legs being parted by his leg and the smooth rubbery head of his prick was sliding inside the narrow cleft of her pussy. He moved it up and down the slippery entrance and Tricia heard herself moan in crazed desire. Gone were all thoughts of the bright lights, the churning camera pointed between her legs and the television set that played out her consuming lust like a situation comedy. Her widespread pussy ached for his thick hard prick. She wanted so badly to feel him to ram it up inside her that she felt she would be forced to scream for him to hurry. His hands were working steadily at her breast and they felt excited and swollen. All that seemed to exist of her now were these stinging breasts and the moistly throbbing pussy up between her open legs that accepted the blunt tip of her husband's cock as it rubbed teasingly against her hair-lined slit creating an almost unbearable friction. "... yes... yes... yes... Yes!!!!!" she groaned out to her triumphantly leering husband. She started pushing her hips up higher and higher, trying to get Ike to enter her. But his cock continued to tease her, hesitating at the hot, begging entrance to her vagina until she began to claw wildly at his back, pleading with him in a passion crazed voice.
"Please... Please, Ike... take me... take me... now, oh God, Ike. Please Ike, TAKE ME NOW!!!!!!!"
Tricia moaned and squirmed beneath him, struggling to open her legs still further, trying to arch herself up and trap his cock with the hungrily nibbling lips of her aching cunt. Instinctively he made an answering motion, thrusting himself down a little and then up so that the smooth rubbery head of his cock hooked up into the moist waiting opening between her legs.
"AAAAAAARRRRRGGGGG..." Tricia groaned, lifting herself up with a surprising strong upthrust and spreading her legs wider. Then kicking out, she locked her legs up around her husband's back. Her heels dug desperately into his kidneys as her cunt flowered open and sucked his swollen cock hungrily inside and in spite of her passion, she knew without a doubt that the grinding camera had a perfect view of her widespread young pussy being fucked into by her sadistic young husband.
At first Ike's heavily hardened rod moved slowly into Tricia's tightly clenched cuntal passage but then as her natural sex juices prepared the way it sped quickly up to the very end of her pussy. His cock rose up to the hilt, expanding within the narrow channel, pushing back the soft moist flesh in its forceful wake. Her cunt muscles were rippling crazily all around his driving cock and it felt like all hell was breaking loose inside her.
"Jesus H. Christ!" Ike swore, sweat popping out all over his lust contorted face. His wife's hot little cunt had never felt better. His thick cock jerked inside her pussy, his balls full to the bursting point and he longed to shoot his hot sperm into her immediately. But he knew it would look better on the videotape if he could wait, so he held himself back, trying to let his thoughts concentrate on making sure the camera was getting the best view possible of his cock fucking into her cunt.
But just then Tricia let out a long wail of ecstasy, working her own hips up and down wildly, her long slender legs swung around his back, her hot seeping cunt open and sucking, a seething pit of lust created solely for his cock. He felt her nails scraping along his back, carrying small trails of flesh with them, but the rising sensations along his burgeoning cock cancelled out the pain and his hands cupped down beneath her firm rounded buttocks, lifting them up still higher as he controlled the position of her blonde-curled pussy around his thick, driving penis. He pulled his head back so that he could look at her and moved slightly to the side so the camera could record the carnal beauty of her lust contorted face. Her teeth were tightly clenched, her eyes tightly closed, her hair wild and flying as she tossed her head from side to side.
"Aaaaaaahhhh... oooooohhhhhh... yyeeeeessssssss..." she crooned continuously as Ike fucked into her with all his might, withdrawing halfway and then ramming back in. Each time he rammed into her it seemed as though he was creating space where none had existed before. With a yelping cry, he drove forward into the wider stretching little cunt and he could feel his face growing redder as Tricia's hotly secreting vaginal juices flowed out from the steaming orifice between her legs and trickled warmly down the base of his cock and onto his burgeoning testicles. Loud wet sluicing noises filled the room as he slammed insanely into her open, upturned pussy. "Don't stop... for God's sake... don't stop... don't don't!!! Oh, darling... I'm there... I'm there... THERE!!!!!!"
Ike threw one last spine splitting thrust into his wildly convulsing young wife's pussy.
"YYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!" Tricia screamed out, her head falling backwards to the pillow as her hips squirmed obscenely up at the whirring camera. A series of wild, untamed spasms took hold of her as the driving cock sped ever upward into her, pushing the trembling folds of her vaginal walls steadily back, massaging them internally with each withdrawal. He brought his huge shaft all the way out of her, leaving just the head at the entrance and then with all his might rammed back into her tightly milking little cunt.
"AAAAAHHHHHHH..." she screamed, bucking up against his savage thrust. Ike crooned with delight, knowing he would soon join his young, insanely bucking wife in a mutual orgasm. Gasping for air, he fucked mercilessly deep into the soft confines of her cunt. His balls ached painfully and as she continued to jerk and convulse around his bursting penis his cock gave a gigantic lurch inside her and then exploded, blasting a milky white stream of heated male sperm high up into her waiting little belly. Tricia could feel it splashing against the passion-dilated walls of her womb in hot, uneven spurts and while her sweat covered body gyrated crazily beneath Ike's as he emptied his excitedly jerking testicles into her, she screamed out and peaked into another deep, shuddering climax.
After a few moments, Tricia felt her husband lift off her exhausted body and with her eyes closed she heard him turning off the camera and going over to adjust the television set.
"Wait till you see the replay!" he called over to her.
Tricia kept her eyes closed and pretended to be asleep.
"Oh, God," she thought to herself. "I hope this trip to the country will help straighten Ike out. Maybe Daddy will speak to him. "Oh, Daddy... why did I ever leave home. No one could ever love me the way you did... oh, Daddy! oh god, Daddy!!!"
Chapter 3
Jamie Livingston smiled to himself as he remembered what Linda had whispered in his ear just before he'd left her the night before. His driving was almost automatic, and he paid little attention to the passing scenery as he drove along the New York state thruway, headed toward his mother and father's resort. He had made this trip many times before and could almost name every rock along the way to Exit 18.
He welcomed the long drive up, because he knew his wife Susan would elect to remain in the back in the trailer, and that Nancy, his 10 year old daughter would probably read comic books on the way. Nancy didn't talk much anyway, and he'd given up trying to draw the little girl out. He figured she'd get friendly when she was ready. This way, he had a little peace and didn't have to feel guilty if he felt like thinking about Linda!
He recalled now her saucy upturned nose, and her little pixie haircut that framed her face in such a way that she often looked just like a young boy! But in bed she was no boy... with a man- eating little pussy like she had, that was for sure, Jamie thought now, smiling to himself.
Next to him 10-year-old Nancy looked sideways at her dad and wondered to herself just what he was smiling about. She knew that he and her mother had had a lulu of a fight that very morning, all about where he had been so late the night before... and her mother had tearfully insisted she did not want to go to the family reunion with him. Nancy remembered her mother saying that she would feel like a "hypocrite" having to smile at everyone and pretend everything was alright when it wasn't! Nancy wondered exactly what a hypocrite was... but she knew what it was like to have to pretend things were fine when they weren't. She did it all the time... that was why a lot of the time she just remained silent, it was easier than pretending!
She looked behind her through the back window of the speeding Ford at the trailer that swung along behind them. She wondered what her Mom was doing in there... and hoped she wasn't still crying. Her father had declared that like it or not they all had to go up to "Livingston's" because no one would understand if they didn't and he hoped that going along with his father on this ridiculous attempt at some kind of family unity would keep him off his back for the rest of the year!
Every time he saw his father and mother they would both hint that he would be better off coming up to help run the profitable resort rather than "struggling on his own in the city" as they put it. It always made him mad, because he felt foolish insisting he enjoyed his position in the large advertising firm of Dayton and Doles... when in reality he hated it. Nevertheless, he had hopes of rising to a really top position with the firm if he could only hold on long enough and take all the garbage that was shoveled out to him!
Nancy was glad to be going to see her grandfather and mother... and she had always liked her father's sister, Aunt Tricia the few times she had seen her. Being with other people in the family was a welcome relief to the little girl... a chance to witness something other than what had become continuous arguing between her mother and father! She looked again at her father's profile... his blonde, almost Germanic features were outlined against the passing scenery beside him, his blue eyes focused on some spot ahead of them on the road. If only he were as nice as he looked, Nancy sighed to herself, turning away once more to look out her window.
Susan Livingston lay on the bunk bed in the back of the trailer. She had one of her headaches and the swaying motion of the vehicle was not helping it any. Lying down helped some though, and she was glad she could be alone for the length of the trip up to "Livingston's"... just so she would have time to prepare herself for the ordeal of being with the rest of her husband's family!
Susan's flaming red hair fanned out on the pillow behind her as she lay with her face turned to the wall of the trailer. She had already taken two Excedrins but they didn't seem to be doing for her what they did for the woman in the TV commercial! The small portable radio was turned on, and a daytime serial was on. When she heard the first dulcet tones of the heroine's voice, she mumbled to herself, "God, I didn't know they still had those things!"
She just didn't feel like getting up to turn it off, though, so she listened to the continuing saga of Lilian Lawrence for a few moments before letting her mind wander. The story was about a young career girl who was engaged to be married, and it reminded Susan of herself prior to her marriage to Jamie 11 years ago. Had it really been that long? she wondered. Where was the time going to? She and Jamie had been so young, 18 and 19... my goodness, she thought, neither one of them had really known just what it was all about! She had been a successful junior model when they met, and he an aspiring ad man, although neither one of them had really left home yet! If she had it all to do over, she thought, she would never, never tie herself down at such an early age! Those first years had been fun... almost like playing house, and little Nancy had been like a doll! But now Nancy was getting to be a big girl; and she could hardly remember the time when she and Jamie had had any fun in the last five years! More and more, recently Jamie had taken to ignoring her... taking her for granted... and even though she took great pains to maintain her always rather spectacular figure, she felt that her husband couldn't care less. She could count the times they'd made love in the last two months on the fingers of one hand!
Thinking of it now, she felt the same old feeling of being cheated wash over her. It just wasn't fair. She was an attractive woman, not even thirty... a woman that most men would appreciate! She had to keep telling herself these things over and over to bolster her low morale.
"It would serve him right if I took a lover!" she said out loud to the wall. The trailer went over a big bump and she rolled over a little bit and as she did so her hand encountered the nipple of one of her smoothly formed breasts. A funny little thrill went through her as she tried to imagine someone other than her husband touching her. She had never done it with another man, so it was difficult to picture... but she knew that he would be more gentle, more exciting... more involved with her feelings than Jamie! She was wearing a short play dress of a soft cotton material since the weather had been unusually warm, a real Indian Summer. She had also hoped the becoming dress might find favor in Jamie's eyes. Her long legs had always been one of her best features and she always liked to show them off. Therefore she had been surprised when Jamie had looked at the dress and asked her if she didn't know that "fashionable women were wearing their dresses much longer these days?" She had felt like throwing a lamp at him, but had restrained herself, telling him that truly fashionable women wore whatever they felt like! She thought of this now, resentfully as her fingers brushed slowly against her breasts, back and forth until both nipples stood out stiff like little buttons.
"Mmmmmm..." she moaned, feeling the delicious little pinpoints of pleasure spread throughout her body.
She was not sure that Jamie was involved with another woman, but she strongly suspected it. He had to be getting sex from somewhere, and it certainly wasn't from her! Just to show him, she would have to find someone for herself... although she had no idea how to go about it. Someone who would make her feel what she was feeling now... that wonderful sensuous mood before the lovemaking began in earnest... that sweet acute desire boiling up in her loins, making her feel distinctly moist between the thighs. There was a kind of dully aching longing within her as her fingers became more and more active upon her breasts, and suddenly she pressed one hand inside the low neckline of her dress and slipping beneath the soft transparency of her brassiere, she fondled the naked tips of her strangely excited nipples! Her fingers played a wild tattoo across the tiny peaked cones while the entire lower half of her body began to move as though it were a puppet on strings.
After only a second's hesitation, Susan's other hand swirled down to her thighs and lifted up the short skirt of her dress. She quickly slipped beneath the elastic of her pink panties' waistband and moved down to comb her fingers teasingly through the soft auburn curls of her pubic hair.
"MMMMMM!" she groaned, feeling very wicked for doing this to herself while her husband and daughter were up front in the car driving at a good sixty miles an hour. But it was feeling so good by now that she didn't really care.
"Yes... yes!" she moaned out... "Oh, yes!" Wide-eyed and panting now, she undulated her firmly rounded buttock down against the mattress, her face becoming contorted by her rising lust. Her tongue ran wildly along her spread lips as she mewled and groaned beneath her own deft touch. Her hand tangled tightly in the folds of her hungry, neglected pussy, and then with a gasp her fingers thrust themselves upward into the moist darkness of her glistening vagina!
"OH GOD!" she cried out, knowing that no one could hear her. She bucked her straining hips up as she worked her long thin fingers higher and higher into the warm tunnel of her now open cunt.
"Mmmmmmm Oh! That's good... Oh, my... yes, that's GOOD!" Susan cried, talking to her imaginary lover as her long red hair tossed about on the bunk bed and her head flailed in helpless surrender from side to side. The entire trailer swayed wildly as they turned a particularly sharp curve and Susan groaned softly as the added motion increased the strength of her self-induced pleasure. Her hand moved slowly down from the painfully aroused mounds of her breasts, trailing to the flat plane of her belly now exposed as her dress bunched higher above her heaving rib cage. Then her thumb and fore-finger spread the sides of her slipperily moistened cunt-lips wide apart, so that if anyone had been looking up between her thighs they would have seen directly into the glistening pink moistness of her softly hair-rimmed pussy. The bud of her clitoris rose throbbing to hardness in the midst of the tangled auburn pubic hair while Susan flicked at it gently without ceasing the constant teasing of her other hand deep into her tightly clenching vagina.
Then, the young, voluptuous woman's entire body jerked convulsively as though she had received an electrical shock, her legs beginning a greedy scissoring motion of lust, the white softness of her inner thighs quivering. Her hips moved up, down and rotated sideways as the delightful feeling of her own fingers fucking high into the mysterious cavern of her seething cunt combined with the thrill of the friction she was giving to her swollen clitoral nub.
Her sparkling white teeth were tightly clenched and her mounting lust had become completely uncontrollable. It had been too long since she had felt a man's touch, and now, her own fingers would have to do!
Up front in the car, Jamie's penis was hardening again as he recalled how he had fucked Linda in the bathroom of the young girl's apartment. Linda was a secretary at Dayton and Doles and Jamie had been fucking her off and on for about 3 months now. Recently, it had been "on" again and Jamie enjoyed the young girl's blatant sexuality... it was better than Susan's need for "romantic lovemaking." God, did he get bored with that! But Linda would do just about anything and was always available whenever he called her, and she was a hot little piece of ass! He could still see her perched on that sink, her behind sitting part way in the bowl, while she held her legs up straight in the air.
"I used to take ballet!" she told him, proudly as she maintained the difficult position enabling him to stare directly into her widestretched young pussy. He had been so excited by the sight of the petite brunette in this weird position that he'd lost no time in ramming his cock up into her. His massive hardness had stood straight out and it was at the exact level of the inviting little hole of the young girl's waiting pussy, so all he had to do was take two steps forward and there he was! The thick head of his cock had plugged into the young girl with a soft, kind of squashing sound, and she had squealed and fallen backwards into the sink a little... without, however, releasing her hold on her legs, so that his cock had surged forward, sinking all the way in... pushing deep within the little secretary's pink-fleshed cuntal split!
Wild shocks of pleasure had gone stabbing through him, and they still did now at the memory of it. He had fucked mercilessly and lasciviously into her, the rigidity of his cock burrowing high up into the velvety texture of her, as always, hungrily contracting little cunt.
Jamie's cock jerked upward in his pants as he recalled the young girl's passion-aroused squeals. She'd really dug it, alright! What a hot fucking little bitch!
In the back of the trailer his wife, Susan's, eyes became glassy from the wild ecstasy swirling within her. Warm, slippery fluids seeped through her fingers as they fucked rhythmically in and out of her tightly clenching pussy. The wetness flowed down the crevice between her long legs and in between the smooth fleshy buttocks that bumped up and down lewdly upon the mattress. She uttered high pitched moans of delight that were heard only within the confines of the moving trailer, as the first tiny shudders of impending orgasm began to break in rolling waves over the lust- filled surface of Susan's body. She continued to finger crazily into her naked secret genitals, imagining the smooth spongy tip of a long thick prick deep inside her instead of her own drubbing fingers.
"OH GOD!" she thought. "How can one feel this good? Oh, let it go on and on!!!" She could almost feel her imaginary lover's cock expanding within her tight vagina... entering and withdrawing, faster and faster!
"AAAAAAAAH!" Susan cried out, strangling the sound through her tightly clenched teeth. Her fingers flicked with greater intensity now against the highest point of her vagina, teasingly grazing the sensitive cervix, but to Susan they were the driving spongy head of a thick, sperm-filled cock probing deep, deep into the soft yielding flesh of her cunt! Obscene thrills of insane, erotic sensation ran through her as she arched her back and let out a groan of earth-shattering climax.
"AAAAAHOOOOOOHO! she groaned on and on, letting the luxurious sensations of orgasm carry her away, the fiery, licking flames, building into a sharpness of raw sexual satisfaction that she had not known in a long, long while. Then, with a soulful sob, her entire body twitching, Susan relaxed her passion tensed muscles and fell back emotionally drained on the bed.
"Oh, Jamie!" she whispered helplessly, in spite of her fantasy of another lover. "Oh, my love, why did you drive me to this!"
"OH, BABY BABY BABY!!!" agile bodied Linda had cried out, Jamie remembered. She was cumming fast all around his rigid beet- red cock. His things were slamming into the ice cold tile of the sink each time he plunged his thick rod into the young secretary's greedily clasping pussy. Jamie had been mesmerized by the sight of his own passion-contorted face in the mirror of the medicine cabinet behind Linda's bobbing head, and when he started cumming it was with a curious lack of involvement with what was happening. It was good... God, it was good, though... he remembered... the best screw he'd had yet with that little cunt Linda.
"OOOOOOOOOOHhhhhhweeeeeeee oh, yes... give it to me honey yeah, Jamie give it to mmeeeeeeeeee!" she'd cried as his sperm had flooded like a rain-swollen river into her hair-lined vaginal passage. And he had responded with a straining grunt of pleasure which he couldn't help echoing right now in the car on the way up to his parents' home!
Nancy looked at her father in surprise. Why had he made such a strange noise??? "Is something wrong, Daddy?" she asked.
Jamie was startled from his lascivious reverie by his young daughter's innocently questioning voice. He blushed a deep red... deeper than most men flush due to his pale skin and blonde hair.
"Uh... nothing, sweetheart... nothing at all. Just a frog in my throat!"
Nancy wondered nonetheless, why, a few moments later, her father seemed to be having some difficulty in the area of his stomach. He seemed to be adjusting himself, and apparently it wasn't easy to do!
"How funny!" she thought, "How very funny!"
Chapter 4
The family sat assembled around the immense dining-room table, and the low conversational tone of their voices punctuated and mingled with a comforting sound of spoons clinking against china plates. They were at the soup course, and John sat at the head of the table watching as the maid, Bonnie filled the soup bowls of his family.
"They're all mine!" he thought... even his daughter's husband and his son's wife came under the heading of "his" family! He was getting older, and the idea that he had spawned children who in turn would create others made him feel good. Indeed, they had already started with little Nancy! he thought. He looked down the table to where his little granddaughter sat, her glistening auburn hair, inherited from her mother tied in becoming pigtails.
"What an attractive and intelligent little girl!" he thought, beaming down the table at her. His eyes passed on to her mother, Susan, who sat next to his son. "Wonder what's wrong with her?" John thought, letting his attention move on to his son. Jamie was paying little attention to his wife and daughter, John noticed. He seemed to be far away in his own thoughts and John recalled that he had always been like that even as a little boy... always moody and daydreaming! He made a mental note to speak to him some time when they were alone... to caution him about neglecting his family!
Across the heavily laden table, sat John's blonde daughter Tricia, ten years younger than her brother, her father still considered her the baby of the family, and it was hard for him to think of her in any other light but this.
He gave his daughter a smile, trying to conceal his concern. She certainly did look every bit as much like a fairy princess as she always had! John mused, even if she did look just a wee bit drawn... as though she hadn't had enough sleep the night before. He saw his lovely daughter return his smile, and thought he detected a hint of sadness in her eyes.
"If that son-of-a-bitch has been mistreating her...!!" he thought furiously turning his attention to his son-in-law, Ike. Ike wasn't paying the least bit of attention to Tricia, but appeared to be very interested in something across the table! John followed his son-in-law's gaze and saw that he was looking down the front of Susan's dress! She was bending over sideways to pick up a dropped napkin and the firm, cream-white globes were almost visible to the nipples! John gulped too when he saw them, and figured he couldn't really blame Ike for looking... all the same it made him uneasy to see Ike looking at a woman other than Tricia like that, especially one who was his own relative by marriage!
The maid bustled out after having finished serving the soup but she paused at the door before leaving surveying the family group and thinking her own thoughts about them before announcing, "Madam said to start without her, she's unavoidably detained but will be down in a moment!"
John let out a whoop of amusement after the woman had left. "That 'Madam' she's talking about, is just my wife... you know her folks, good old Mama Livingston!" The entire table laughed, and Jamie stood up, raising his glass, in toast to "my mother, Madam Livingston... may she appear shortly amongst us, to grace our table with her illustrious presence!" His blue eyes sparkled with mirth as he sipped his excellent New York State wine. Carrie Livingston's airs as her husband John called them, were a standing family joke, although they were all careful not to make too much fun of her when she was present, as she had a notable lack of humour about her own quirks.
John started in on the creamy potatoe soup... he didn't care if Carrie wanted to call it Vichyssoise or not... to him it was just plain old potatoe soup... a little smoother than his mother used to make it when he was a boy on the farm.
He wondered what was keeping his wife so long... he had wanted to propose a toast himself, but now he had to wait until the entire family was together!
He had great hopes about the two week vacation he had suggested to the family. It would bring them all closer together, straighten out any problems that had to be straightened out! And what better place for it than at "Livingston's" his own resort where hundreds of strangers came to have a good time each summer season. He had purposefully turned down all requests for reservations for these first two weeks. They would all have a ball, he thought, riding the horses, swimming in the pool (since the weather promised to hold out, almost as though it were midsummer) playing golf, tennis, pool, and any of the many other activities that "Livingston's" offered its paying guests. For the next season, John was offering live entertainment, and the workmen were due to arrive around the middle of the month to begin work on the separate building that would serve as a nightclub. All in all, things were going splendidly, and he wanted to share some of his good fortune with his family... and he was especially interested in having two whole weeks when he would be seeing his lovely blonde daughter, Tricia, every day!
Jamie was enjoying his soup. It wasn't so bad being at the old house after all. Everyone seemed pleasant enough since their arrival a few hours ago in the trailer, and he was really very impressed with the changes and additions that his father and mother had made to the old place, which had only been one big house and a lot of land when he was a boy growing up. Now there were additions to the main house, including his mother's outrageously decorated bedroom suite, and there were several other buildings on the property, including the cabins some of the guests stayed in. There was also a swimming pool of Olympic proportions! What he wouldn't have given to have that there as a boy! He'd been surprised how glad he was to see his mother. He couldn't get over it. Each time he saw her she seemed to have gotten younger! She was something of a bother sometimes he'd thought upon seeing her run down to the car to meet him dressed in a smart slack-suit, but all in all he was really genuinely fond of the old girl!
He hadn't seen his sister, Tricia, in a while either, even though they lived within easy reach of each other in New York... he in a two story house near Sayville on Long Island, and she in an apartment in less affluent Queens. He couldn't for the life of him see why his younger sister had chosen to marry Ike... a very bad TV repairman, referred to by his sister when they first met as "an electronics engineer!" Well, at least the guy wanted to own his own store someday, Jamie thought, looking across the table at Ike, whose dark hair always seemed a shade too long, and who always looked like he needed a shave no matter when he shaved! Jamie being blonde didn't have that trouble, and he always felt a little envious of men who had heavy beards. He himself had tried to grow a moustache several times, but the results had always been too light to be effective, and he usually shaved the whole mess off after a couple of weeks. Scrutinizing his brother-in-law as unobtrusively as he could, Jamie decided that Tricia must have married him uniquely for his looks. "... and I'll bet he gives her what for in bed!" he speculated.
"Would you pass me the salt, please..." The familiar voice of his wife startled him, at once interrupting his chain of thought. Annoyed, he reached for one of several salt and pepper sets on the table and set them down before her plate.
"Thank you..." Susan said distinctly, in such a way that he knew she was rebuking him for not talking to her since they sat down at the table. Usually his reaction to such an attitude on her part would be to become even more unsociable, but suddenly he decided, the hell with it... why not really relax and have a good time since they were committed to being there for two weeks!
"Not at all!" he replied, turning to smile at his wife brilliantly. "Would you like some more wine, honey?" He downed his glass and reached for one of the bottles that the maid had left on the table.
Susan was at first startled by Jamie's change in attitude, and she didn't know whether he was being sarcastic or if she ought to take him seriously. She was feeling a little self-conscious about the low cut dress she had chosen to wear at dinner... but she was beginning to feel a little desperate about ever being attractive to her husband again, and while dressing, she'd made a split second decision on the provocative black dress that showed more of her amply proportioned breasts than usual. Smiling hopefully back at her husband, she searched his face for a sign. Jamie returned her look good naturedly, and Susan felt herself relaxing a little. Perhaps things would be alright after all! She allowed him to fill her empty wine glass to the brim, and as he toasted her she felt a surge of happiness run through her as she noticed his eyes taking in the magnificent swell of her almost naked breasts. If everything worked out alright that evening, perhaps they would make love that night! She was sure that Ike across the table from her was the type who made wild love to Jamie's sister every night... Lucky Tricia! she thought enviously.
"I want to toast too, Mommy!" little Nancy piped up. She was already bored by this adult's supper and was hoping she'd be able to finish eating and go outside soon. She had no intention of going to bed, but hoped to explore more of her grandparents' resort while no one was about to tell her what she should or shouldn't be doing.
"Of course, darling," Susan replied, clinking her glass to her daughter's soda filled wine glass. "Let's toast to a very successful evening!" Ike had not failed to notice his beautiful auburn-haired sister-in-law's splendid figure. He had only met her once or twice before, but never had he suspected that she had such hidden talents! What he wouldn't give to get his hands on those babies, he thought! And what was better to get some good photographs of them for his secret collection. He was idly wondering if she ever sunbathed in the nude and congratulating himself for bringing up not only all his photographic equipment, but his new video recorder as well! He chuckled when he remembered Tricia's expression when she saw him putting all the cameras in the car. Poor Tricia! He hoped she got used to it all soon because he had no intentions of giving up his favorite hobby! He really didn't mind forcing his little blonde wife to do all these wild things though... in fact he had begun to enjoy that aspect of it more and more. And Tricia could not deny much longer that she was getting some good lays! He turned suddenly to her and whispered, "you know sweetie, if you'd just wise up to what you really like, you'd be a really groovy chick!" Tricia turned a bright crimson, worrying that her father might overhear her husband talking to her like this.
"Ike!" she whispered fiercely, "how can you talk to me like that... I'm your wife... not some chick!!!"
Ike was really beginning to embarrass her. Not only was he doing nothing to cover up his usually surly attitude for the sake of her family, but he seemed to be more rambunctious than usual! The way he was gulping his wine was making her very nervous, because she knew that he just couldn't handle liquor, although he was one of those men who thought he could take any amount! He was already ruining what she had hoped would be a happy reunion with her family, and Tricia felt mortified by the prospect of two whole weeks ahead of her, during which she could only try to make Ike behave! Looking across the table at her sister-in-law, Susan, Tricia thought that she had all the luck... being married to someone nice and quiet as her brother Jamie. Jamie was probably very considerate of her feelings, she thought, watching him pour wine for his wife.
These reveries were cut off in midstream by the sudden addition of music to the room. It was coming from the living room door, the door between the rooms having suddenly been flung open. Wild violin strings poured liquid tremolos of sound over the diners and as everyone looked up, they were more than astounded by what they saw!
Carrie Livingston stood framed in the doorway, posing as it were for her astonished family. Her height having always been an advantage for entrances, this time gave her the air of being almost seven feet tall, and although she was naturally a slender woman, in many ways she resembled an amazon. More than anything, it was an attitude she had which enabled her to exude an aura of just about anything she wanted. Tonight, she wanted pure glamour... pure beauty... pure sex. And this she achieved with ease. For one thing, her long diaphanous gown swept from her shoulders to the floor in a scintillating gold and white rush of material, caught up at one splendidly creamy shoulder by a diamond brooch that seemed to be all that was holding the whole thing up. Not that it mattered whether it was held up or not, for the grandmother, mother, mother-in-law, and wife was wearing a dress that was almost completely transparent! This gave the most interesting and penetrating view of Carrie's magnificently preserved body to every member of the family at the long dining room table.
In spite of their second thoughts, the first thought of every man in the room, be it husband, son or son-in-law, was something to the effect of, "MY GOD, WHAT A FIGURE!" Carrie knew she looked good, so she stood there just long enough to let everyone get a good look, and then she ambled slowly into the room, her beaming smile and mascaraed eyes taking in each of them. Her large breasts swayed slowly as she moved, bouncing just the tiniest bit up and down, and the smooth line that moved at a tempting angle from her hip to her groin where the inverted crown of her pubic mound formed a perfect vee was clearly visible through the gauze of her gown.
"Hello... darlings..." she cooed, kissing each of them lightly on the cheeks and trailing a wake of sensuous "Caleche" perfume behind her. As she took her place at the end of the table facing her husband, she noted with amusement what looked like a sea of awestruck faces turned in her direction. All conversation had stopped, and John looked as though he were about to explode.
Before this could happen, Carrie waved her hand and chimed out, "Marie! The champagne please!!!" Then she looked around her and said, "Isn't anyone going to hold my chair for me?"
Her son Jamie, who was closest, jumped up and pulled his mother's chair back.
Obviously embarrassed, he took his place again, and looked down at his place setting. Beside him, Susan stared as though mesmerized at the visible crowns of her mother- in-law's nipples, which were firm and thick and apparently lightly rouged to make them stand out even more.
The champagne arrived just in time and everyone drank thirstily, happy for something to concentrate on other than Carrie's unorthodox dress. When the first two bottles were empty Carrie commanded that another two be brought, and no one, least of all herself objected to the flow of sparkling imported wine.
By the time the roast venison had been devoured and the last course of dessert (apple pie and vanilla ice cream) had been served, most everyone felt completely at ease, no matter what their previous problems. Little Nancy had long since left after saying, "Gee whiz, Grandma, all of you is certainly pretty!" and the adults had entered into the pleasant haze of elation that good brut champagne can give to almost anyone.
John had quite forgotten his original fury at seeing his wife appear at a family gathering in such revealing attire, and was deep in conversation with his daughter about one of the many incidents of her childhood which he recalled with fond detail and loved to tell over and over again.
Ike was holding forth to both Carrie and Susan, his two in- laws, mother and sister about photography, promising to show them both some of his photographs which he just happened to have brought along. The two women seemed very interested, and Ike found himself thinking, "That's not all I'd like to show them!" For his first interest in Susan's low-cut dress had been replaced with great impact by his mother-in-law's revealing outfit.
"To think that she'd dare to do something like that!" he thought. "What guts! What balls!" It lead him to wondering just what else she might dare to do. He bet she'd had her fun in her time, and from what he could see, there was plenty of mileage left in her well cared for chassis! He was only a little ashamed to be thinking such things about his wife's mother, and that little bit vanished as he continued drinking the excellent champagne.
The only person who seemed to be unaffected by the mood of general gayety was Jamie, who couldn't quite get over the proximity of his nearly naked mother!
It was just horrible, and the fact that everybody else was just ignoring it only added to his discomfort! He had always hated it when she showed off her shape just as if she were some teen-ager... but this was certainly the farthest she had ever gone in that direction.
When Carrie left the table to replace a broken champagne glass with one from the kitchen, Jamie followed her, and facing her in the quiet midst of the modern cooking appliances, he angrily suggested that she go put some clothes on. Since the maid had gone home, Carrie had no fear of being overheard.
"Hah!" she replied, tilting her head back and letting loose a charming laugh.
"You take things much too seriously, Jamie! Always did... even when you were a little boy!" Jamie felt his blood pressure rising. When she got going about "when he was a little boy" he often felt like throttling her, and this was no exception!
"Now... I took great trouble having this dress made... Marlene Dietrich wore one similar to it when she opened at..." "But you're not Marlene Dietrich! You're my mother!" Jamie interrupted, fairly shouting.
"That's correct dear boy..." Carrie answered beginning to get annoyed by her son's persistence. "I am your mother... and you don't tell me what to do... if anything I tell you what to do!" "I'm a grown man..." Jamie began, sputtering.
"And... I'm a grown woman! And what's more it certainly isn't the first time you've seen my body... why as a child you used to always come into the bathroom while I was bathing... I remember how wonderful it was when you used to scrub my back... such a look of concentration on your little face... you were such a darling..." "NO! STOP IT!" Jamie yelled. "WILL YOU SHUT UP?? WHEN WILL YOU STOP TRYING TO BE YOUNG AGAIN? WHY CAN'T YOU JUST GET OLD LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE'S MOTHER? HOW OLD ARE YOU ANYWAY??????!" Carrie stared at her son in amazement, her face turning white with rage. "I thought I'd taught my son some manners!" she said tersely. But Jamie had already turned his back to his mother and was halfway out the door. And then he was gone.
Carrie stood staring after him for a long moment, and then she put her hands up to her face and began to cry. Instead of returning to the dining room, she gathered up a new bottle of champagne from her endless supply and taking a glass with her, slipped out onto the back porch that adjoined the kitchen.
There, she felt she would be free to cry all she wanted without anyone seeing... and there in the dark she would be allowed to have any fantasies she felt like.
She was still sitting there some time later when Ike wandered out into the kitchen. From there he noticed the doorway leading outside and wanting a much needed breath of fresh air, found himself on the porch with Carrie.
She was sitting in an old-fashioned swinging chair, staring remorsefully into the dark night. In one hand she held her champagne glass, in the other the bottle.
"Well... if it isn't the grand lady... I mean... Hi Mother Livingston!" Ike was feeling no pain, and he felt ready for any situation, any occasion. He plopped himself down on the swing beside Carrie, setting it to creaking and swaying and laughed good naturedly with surprise.
"Gee... I thought this damned thing was just an ordinary sofa!" he declared.
Carrie brightened considerably with the arrival of her new company, rising to the occasion by blotting her smeared mascara as best she could and deciding to make the best of an almost ruined evening.
Before too long they were both roaring with laughter and telling each other dirty stories. Ike did not worry about being missed inside, as Ike knew that everyone was pretty much beyond caring. And if anyone did care they could just come on out and find out how much more pleasant it was out on the porch!
For the first time, Carrie was appreciating the young man her daughter had married. He really wasn't so bad at all! she thought through a haze of alcohol. And he did have all that dark curly hair. That was really quite appealing. And he knew how to tell a good joke! What was more, he seemed to be most appreciative of her own wit and charm, and Carrie felt more than grateful to him for that. She felt her self-esteem rising again after the fit of depression her son had caused.
"And then he touched her there and there! and said, 'But you promised not to laugh!'" Ike finished up the punch line of his joke and feeling a sudden inspiration, he illustrated it by touching his mother-in-law lightly twice...
once on each breast. The two rouged nipples were still visible, and even in the dark of the porch, Ike could see them. The scent of the older woman's perfume penetrated him, and as he realized just what he had done, a thrill of lust spread through him. He saw that Carrie was not laughing, but was giving him a rather curious look. He held his breath a moment taking in the pale beauty of her features. God she was beautiful! Much more beautiful than her daughter Tricia would ever be! He felt a strong field of attraction growing up between them, and the longer each of them went without speaking, the stronger it grew. Suddenly, there was nothing else for him to do but lean forward and kiss her.
He found her lips warm and slightly parted, and as he pressured them with his own, he felt them trembling. She was accepting his kiss! The sweetness of forbidden fruit crept into each of their minds and Ike let his tongue wander far into the back of the older woman's mouth.
Carrie felt the shock of Ike's kiss as strongly as if he had struck her across the face. Her whole being accepted it... wanted it, cried out for it! In it was the recognition she had been seeking... it said, "You are beautiful...
young... desirable!" The heat of alcohol she'd consumed mingled in her veins with the surging power of long pent-up desire. Her subconscious wish for a lover had been answered! And yet, of course, it wasn't entirely that simple...
was anything ever simple...? Her eyes flickered open and she looked intensely at the man who was now gathering her into his arms... her daughter's husband!
"OH no... OH NO, IKE..." she said pushing him away from her. The swing creaked and groaned. "No... please... I can't... we can't... certainly not!" But Ike pretended she had said nothing... "What a magnificent creature!" he said leaning forward again. His throat felt dry and harsh. He could see the resemblance to Tricia in this older woman's face, and an odd mixture of excitement and curiosity took hold of him. He felt her stiffen and draw back as he took hold of her, but then after a second of hesitation, she let him pull her to him again. He kissed her hard, trying to eradicate any shades of guilt or doubt in either of their minds.
Things were happening so fast that Carrie's brain was spinning too fast for her to catch up with it. She tried to pull away but her son-in-law held onto her still tighter, his hot tongue pushing deep inside her mouth reaching all the secret corners, pursing her tongue agilely. She felt hot waves of desire flashing through her, but still she tried to stop him. But Ike pushed her head back so that it was resting on the back of the porch swing, her body arching up against his, her breasts pressed up against his hard chest.
"Nnnnnoooooooo..." she protested, unconvincingly.
Suddenly, Ike's hands were running up and down the smooth expanse of exposed flesh on Carrie's back and at that instant, the taste of his mouth on hers became delicious.
"Oh, God!" she thought. "What the hell am I doing?" But even as she asked herself the question, her body was answering it for her. With a mind of its own, it knew what it wanted, despite any objections Carrie might be able to conjure up. It wanted Ike's male hardness. And she felt a sinking sensation in her stomach as she realized shamefully how much she wanted him... wanted her own son-in-law!
His hands manipulated the excited mounds of her breasts and she made no move to stop him. How could anyone stop something that felt that good? She felt a trickle of perspiration run down the valley between her bulging white breasts and bit hard on her lower lip as Ike's tongue trailing a line of saliva around her cheeks toward the petite shell-like orifice of her ear. She felt his breath hot and moist and it seemed as if it was going directly into her brain, fogging everything up in there!
An old sense of adventure and wickedness filled her now and as her daughter's husband's other hand moved down to her knee and then up toward her thigh, pushing the folds of her dress back as it climbed, she felt a flood of wetness between her thighs emanating from the blonde downy triangle that nestled so tightly up between them as she squeezed her legs hard together. She pressed her buttocks down harder into the cushion of the couch trying to avoid the inescapable moment when his fingers would reach her wetly pulsating vaginal slit. She couldn't believe that she could actually let him touch her there!
And yet, he showed every intention of doing just that. His fingers moved firmly upward, above the line of her stockings where they met firm smooth naked flesh. Carrie pressed her buttocks down hard against the swing seat, feeling his fingers move upward against the flesh of her soft inner thighs with greater certainty now.
He was almost there.
Then his fingers brushed the soft, nervously trembling mound of her sex, covered by the thin sheer fabric of her nylon panties and Carrie moaned audibly and closed her eyes tight, letting the acute sensations of pleasure roll over her. Even though his moving fingers were separated from her excited pussy by the thin material of her panties, it felt almost as though he were touching her naked flesh. She found herself parting her legs slightly, almost as though she herself had nothing to do with it. They were parting to allow his middle finger access to the tight elastic legband of her panties that ringed her upper thighs... only that thin, pussy-moistened nylon band stood between his finger and the expectantly waiting paradise of her cunt.
Almost violently, she threw her arms around her young son-in- law's neck, pulling him still closer to her hungry body, her tongue squirming back at him blindly while his middle finger slipped slowly and teasingly under the elastic legband of her thin white panties. Then, strangely, a perverse pleasure began to expand inside her. It was wonderful to feel the obscene thrill of his thick digit pushing aside the soft nylon and sliding over the highly sensitive pinkness between her legs. Her quivering cunt seemed to feel each slight indentation upon his finger as it slowly parted the soft sparse pubic hair and began a steady teasing at the trembling little mouth of her hidden vagina.
He continued flicking at it, making her whimper and squirm in his arms and then his other hand slipped into the open vee of her gown to touch the hard pebble-like nipples that were already like hot little poker tips. He felt an inferno of desire rushing through him and knew that he would have to have his way with her.
"Yes..." Carrie hissed. "... oh, yes... yessssssss..." as involuntarily she began to move her hips back and forth in time to the rhythm of her young son-in-law's lewd finger-fucking.
Suddenly Ike gave a sudden twist to her nipple that made her cry out in pain and in the same instant, worm two fingers at the same time high up into her hotly clenching vagina.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH..." The impact of the blunt ends of Ike's fingers striking against the soft end of her cervix high up in the confines of her now shamelessly pulsing cunt created wave after wave of startling pleasure.
Ike began a steady back and forth motion of his fingers high into his mother-in-law's smooth cuntal channel. Perspiration popped out all over his face as he realized just what was taking place. For Gods sake, he thought.
Here he was with his hand up his mother-in-law's pussy while his wife and her husband not to mention the rest of the fuckin' family was sitting in the house, not fifty feet from where the two of them sat, totally involved in the most intimate of ways!
Then, without warning, Carrie grabbed Ike's invading hand in both of hers and with a muffled, almost silent scream rammed his fingers deep and hard into her quivering vaginal channel, churning and clenching the smooth wet cuntal walls around them as the beginning of a shattering climax began to well up inside her.
"... now... NOW..." she groaned in a half-whisper and then bit down hard on her lower lip as she felt her throbbing pussy expand and ripen as with a shattering suddenness, her vaginal muscles tightened and she drew in a deep breath. Her face crimson, electric tingles ricocheting from the depths of her being to the pointed tightness of her breasts, Carrie moaned out lewd encouragement to her son-in-law as completely deranged by lust, she turned into a helpless mass of quivering, cumming, female flesh.
Wave after wave of hot violent flashes slammed throughout her body as her vaginal juices spilled out and over Ike's invading fingers until exhausted, Carrie, her legs still limply spread, went completely loose and slumped into a satiated heap on the old swinging sofa.
Chapter 5
Jamie took Susan by the arm and marched her out of the big house. He didn't care to stay any longer after his brief but bitter scene with his mother, and he could see that John and Tricia were deep in the midst of a father-daughter conversation that he wanted no part of. His mother was still sulking somewhere and Ike had disappeared. The cool night mountain air did nothing to dispel his anger, and his mother's words kept going round and round in his head until he felt dizzy. All that wine and champagne didn't help either. Susan was resolutely silent beside him as they reached the small but comfortable cabin they were to inhabit during their stay at "Livingston's". Cabin Number 2, it said over the door. Next to it was Cabin 3 where their daughter Nancy was sleeping. The little girl had been thrilled at having a "house" of her own, and Jamie was glad that she wasn't sharing the room with him and Susan. He felt in a very bad mood, and he wouldn't be surprised if his wife would do or say something that would set them to arguing again!
Susan was undressing and getting ready to put on her nightgown while Jamie...
already in pajamas and robe sat in a chair watching her. Her soft silken auburn hair cascaded to her shoulders as she slipped into the pale blue nylon nightgown and shook her head to make the curls fall into place. She felt a little frightened by Jamie's attitude, sensing that for once his anger had little to do with her.
Noting the transparency of his wife's night garb, Jamie suddenly blurted out, "The nerve of her... the gall!" Suddenly Susan knew that he was talking about his mother. She realized that Jamie had been truly offended by Carrie Livingston's lack of modesty.
"You mean... Mother Livingston?" she inquired timidly. She wished that he would forget all that and see that she was there... and ready for loving! The excitement of being in a new bed always made her feel illicit and want to make love... and since it had been so very long...
"Why don't you just forget it honey..." she said approaching her blonde husband. "You know she's always been a little eccentric... let's think about... us!" She placed her arm around him, emboldened by all the champagne she'd drunk, and then ran her fingers through his wavy hair.
Jamie breathed in the womanly fragrance of his wife. It reminded him of something. In an instant he knew what it was. His mother's scent! Those times when he used to scrub her back in the tub... the way she had looked... the smooth silkiness of her body... the way he had felt! ! !
His fury returned, and he realized that Susan was kissing him. There was something terrible about her arms around him, her breasts pressing close to him... the moistness of her lips... something that made him feel like he was smothering... and yet simultaneously a fierce lust overcame him and he could feel his big cock looming up like a club-hammer... thick and twice as hard! He stood up abruptly and Susan jumped back a little.
"Let's go to bed..." he said in a low tense voice. He began ripping off his robe and pajamas and presently stood naked before her.
Susan was unbelievably happy. At last they were really going to make love. She too began to unclothe, and when she had revealed the complete tender sight of her firm full breasts with their pink nipples with areolas the size of half dollars, she shivered a little. She was cold, but she was also filled with a wonderful excitement! Jamie was clearly in a state of incredible arousal, from the size of his upstanding cock! She imagined the feel of its hard bulk ramming high up in the narrow confines of her vagina! God, how she wanted him!
"Lie down..." Jamie said.
Susan hastened to do as she was told. In a flash she was on the bed beside him, breathing shallowly, waiting patiently for him to make the first move.
How fast her heart was beating!
"That bitch," Jamie was thinking... "That cunt!" He seemed to still see his mother's well cared for and well displayed figure, the way she had been in the kitchen a short while before.
"Jamie..." Susan whispered, hesitantly.
"Turn over..." he said. He felt beyond himself... maniacal almost. He knew at once what he wanted to do to punish his mother for making such a lewd spectacle of herself. A slight smile came to his lips.
"Turn over on your belly, I said!" Jamie hissed down at his unsuspecting wife.
He flipped her over, pulling part of the sheet with her and when she lay beside him on her stomach, he watched as her white buttocks quivered and shook with each trembling breath she gasped in. He pulled away the sheet and stared down at his wife's gleaming milky skin, the well-rounded softness of her nether cheeks bobbing defenselessly before him. His cock ached dully and he felt prey to a gnawing lust that no normal loving could satisfy.
He reached out and with his thumbs pressing outward, he spread the full white globes. Leaning over, he peered inside the warm deep crevice of his wife's widespread buttocks.
"What are you going to do?" she asked as with a sudden panic she felt him begin to probe inside her exposed anal crevice. His fingers were roaming over the open split, teasing and exploring. He had never touched her there before and her dazed mind sensed in horror that he was going to make her submit to some kind of horrible indignity and even as she realized it, his middle finger was probing experimentally at her tiny puckered anus, spreading it, teasing it... and then suddenly it popped painfully up to the first knuckle into the tight virgin hole.
"AAAARRRRGGGG... NNOOOO!!!!" Savagely, he wormed his finger in further, feeling the tight little hole expand unwillingly at the forced pressure. Susan winced in pain and cried out again, but it only caused him to move the tip around still more within the dark, defensively clenching confines of her finger stretched rectum. The rubbery outer lips gave a little beneath his prodding, and encouraged, Jamie forced in a second finger.
"AAAAARRRRRGGGGG!!!!!!" Susan screamed down into the mattress again and again, desperately trying to get away from this maniac who was her husband, but Jamie pinned her back down to the bed with his other hand pressed into her back and continued his brutal attack. He maneuvered around so that he was kneeling back between her legs, looking directly down into the widespread split of her rectum.
"Say you want me to do it..." he commanded.
"Wh... WHAT?" Susan asked, not believing her ears.
Jamie's answer was to shove his fingers sharply inward.
"I said, say you want it! Say 'fuck me up the ass' GO ON, SAY IT!!!" Susan tried to get the words out, hoping against hope that somehow if she cooperated with him, it might all be over soon, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she broke out in uncontrollable little sobs. Suddenly, Jamie pulled his fingers out and the rubbery muscle of her anus clung to them, reluctant to release them from its grasp. They popped out with a loud, lewd sucking noise and she felt his body come down on hers and stretch out along its length. She shivered with anticipation, but he lifted himself back up from her and knelt between her wide stretched legs once more.
"Kneel up." Susan followed his instructions immediately. Something about the time of his voice assured her that this was no time to go against him. She presented him with the stretched upraised moons of her soft full buttocks, bending away before him, resting her hot flushed face on the pillow. She cringed as she felt her husband place the huge blunt tip of his swollen prick against the tight hairless opening of her rectum.
Jamie leaned back so that he could watch his cock going in. He grinned as it began probing and working against his wife's tiny puckered anal lips. He could hear her pleading desperately beneath him, but it didn't matter. Her ballooning buttocks remained perfectly-positioned for his cock, submissively pointed upward while he strained hard against the tiny, tightly resisting nether ring. For a brief moment, he thought he might not be able to get it in.
Sadistically, he began to rock and push, working forward all the time, pulling her helpless body back toward him so that eventually the smooth, rubbery tip, with a slight popping noise, slipped hotly into the tight elasticity of his wife's tightly resisting anal passage.
"Oh God, NNNOOOOO!!!" Susan whispered helplessly, the sudden entry into her virgin passage of such an enormous thing caused searing flashes of white to form behind her tightly closed lids. The pain was astounding! It was everywhere around her... inside her. Pain seemed to be an integral part of her! The burning of her anus made her know that she would never be the same there and hatred welled up inside her for what her husband was doing to her...
he was maiming and ruining her for life!
Behind her, Jamie pushed on and his thick pole sunk further and further into the tight rubbery passage of her anus and to her physical pain was added a dreadful shame that hurt even more. Susan groaned louder and louder, gasping for breath as though his giant penis were blocking her windpipe.
Behind her, Jamie closed his eyes and abandoned himself to the luxurious feel of her tight clamping nether lips, rippling rhythmic convolutions around his hard, driving prick. It felt incredible and he couldn't hold back another second! He began to saw mercilessly into the soft, gently throbbing regions of her defenseless rectum.
At first the pressure of his cock was almost unbearable but now it was exhilarating. He watched as his thick prick disappeared right up her ass with every stroke. It went right in so that not half an inch of it showed, the straining cock reaching far up into her shaking belly. His balls ached and his penis danced with a thousand hot sparks every time he surged into her.
As the plunder of her abused rectum continued, Susan felt the pain ease a little. It wasn't much at first, but it helped. The white searing flashes were gone and then as she heard her husband's moans of pleasure behind her and grew more accustomed to the monstrous size of his invading penis sunk deep in her anus, a dull pleasure began to grow in her loins. And somehow without being able to do anything about it, she herself was moaning with a strangely growing half-pleasure.
The sound of her helpless mewlings reached Jamie's ears and a lewd grin spread across his lust contorted face. She was really his now. A slave submitting to his pleasure. He could do anything he liked with her now, and he did. Grinding his giant cock up to his testicles into her ass and leaving it there, he listened to her groan while he simply rotated his loins and moved it gently around and around in her bowels like a probing snake. He slipped his prick back out until just the head remained buried in her and then plunged it right back in again in one long slow stroke. His prick tingled, his balls alive. He knew he could cum anytime now, but he wanted it to last just a while longer before he felt the rush of sperm emptying deep into his kneeling wife's quivering little ass.
Then, unable to wait longer, he began to fuck rapidly into her, hard and deep, battering her quivering buttocks with his pelvis. He gripped the tops of her thighs with his fingers, squeezing with all his strength to pull her back over his expanding cock like slipping the sleeve of a shirt over an oversized arm.
His eyes bulged wide at the spectacle of her smooth skinned, marble-white body bucking up before him and the sadistic desire to hurt rippled through him as he jogged forward with a hard, buttock-flattening thrust that seared up her cock- stretched anus like wild fire.
"OH, FUCK!" he hissed between his tightly clenched teeth, his prick swollen to undreamed proportions, the thick head pressed hard by his wife's defensively contracting rectum as her entire body shivered and quaked. He reached over under her belly and grabbed onto her dancing swaying breasts, one large mound of flesh fully occupying each hand.
Then, as though hypnotized by her husband's lewd sodomy, Susan fucked back at her maniacal husband with renewed fervor, her untouched pussy contracting on its own in response to the signals from her burning rectum.
"Ssssssaaaaahhhhhhhh..." she cried out, half in pain, half in pleasure. "Cum, Jamie... for God's sake... cummmm!!!" Jamie gasped and gave one last mighty thrust into her hotly clenching rectum, as his wife's entire body shivered and quaked, responding hungrily.
Long streams of thick semen rushed from his convulsing prick and insane waves of unabashed pleasure filled him as his orgasm carried him to dizzying heights.
It seemed as if he had never cum before! And beneath his back breaking attack, Susan felt the first delicious torrents of her husband's hot, white semen splash deep up into the hotly burning depths of her rectum, its heat surging through her body like a volcanic eruption. The never before felt sensation touched off her own climax and she screamed as a great, unexplainable gush of masochistic pleasure rippled through her. Then, as her own body trembled in orgasm beneath him she could feel his hot, thick sperm running down the crevice of her wide-split buttocks to the slit of her naked pussy where it met her own gushing sexual fluids and the two mingled warmly as they seeped obscenely down her naked inner thighs and onto the crumpled sheets beneath them.
Little Nancy had heard the low muffled groans quite clearly in her cabin, and had recognized her mother's voice immediately. Getting up quickly, she padded out into the night without even bothering to put on a robe over her white cotton nightgown. Her original thought had been that they were fighting and that it had gotten rougher than usual, but the closer she got to the cabin next to hers the more she realized that there was something quite different about the sounds her mother was making.
Now she stood on tip-toe at the high window on the side of the cabin, peering intently in. Her eyes had not left the lewd scene on the big double bed for the last twenty minutes... time enough to see it all!
"Wow!!!" she repeated to herself under her breath over and over again. The sight of her mother and father stark naked and putting on such a weird show had left her stunned and breathless. She was finally getting the sex education she had been asking for!!!
Her mother had bought her all kinds of books in an effort to answer some of her many questions on the subject, but all had been a great disappointment to the ten-year-old. Now she thought... at last I'm really finding out something!
When at last almost as mentally and emotionally exhausted as her parents, she slipped down from the window and returned to her cabin, she was shivering from the cold and ready to get some sleep. Then she intended to spend all of the next day pondering the mysteries she had seen. The curious mixture of pain and pleasure in her mother's face... Daddy's big hard thing disappearing up between her open legs... How could it help but hurt... the way he rammed it into Mom's behind! So that's really the way they made me!
Her tiny body quivering, she slipped into her bed and after sneezing twice beneath the covers, she fell into a deep dream- filled sleep.
Chapter 6
"God, I'd really like to throw it to her!" Ike woke up in Cabin One feeling horney as hell. Beside him, his wife, Tricia slumbered on. He contemplated her blonde curls and the shapely curve of her hips beneath the covers, and after considering it for awhile decided against waking her. Three days had passed since their arrival at "Livingston's" and they had been three of the strangest days that Ike had ever known.
He was unable to get his mother-in-law out of his mind. Ever since that incredible night when he'd felt her up out on the back porch... What a sweet wet pussy! he'd been feeling utterly confused about what to do next. Carrie herself seemed to treat him as though nothing had ever happened, and the couple of times he had dared allude to their porch interlude, she had acted as though she really didn't know what he was talking about.
But she had to remember!!! The way she was carrying on! The way his fingers had fucked hard up into her naked pussy, and he'd felt her whole body trembling around them... Just the thought of it now was almost enough to make him cum!
Tricia had been spending a lot of time with her father which was fine with him... kept her off his back, but each night he had continued filming her on the video tape machine. He recalled how the night before she had tearfully protested that if he continued to mortify her this way, she would "tell Daddy!" That would be the day! Ike wondered if he should play back last night's scenes now, and then make it with Tricia again... but then he thought better of it. What he needed was something different... something spicy...
something like Carrie... his mother-in-law!
He got up and put on a bathing suit and after gathering together his portable video tape recorder, lugged it down to the pool. It was still fairly early and no one seemed to be stirring. After plugging the set into an outlet in one of the dressing rooms, he set it up poolside, and then proceeded to film himself taking more and more elaborate dives from the low diving board into the clear blue water of the pool.
That afternoon Carrie lay down on her fur covered chaise with a magazine. She sighed. She was glad everyone had gone on the picnic. It gave her some much needed time to herself. Even though she hadn't been showing it, her nerves felt more than a little frayed. The presence of so many members of the family, all at one time could be wearing, she decided. Of course, she knew that it was really more than that. It was what she had allowed to happen out there with Ike, the very first night they'd come! But she tried not to think about that.
It didn't seem possible that she had been that woman on the porch, groaning out her lust at each of her son-in-law's deft touches!
A hot flush enveloped her as she recalled it, and once more she tried to send the memory to the farthest reaches of her mind. She flipped the pages rapidly, scanning the interminable ads in the high fashion magazine. Ordinarily she would be looking for ideas for clothes, but now she, without even realizing it, hardly noticed what she was looking at. The thing to do was not to panic.
If she had done something wrong... and certainly, she had... the best thing for all concerned would be to keep a level head. She must not ruin her daughter's life... much less her own, by acting stupidly. After all, what was really so awful about what she and Ike had done?? If it had been any ordinary man she would still be feeling the tiny delicious pangs of guilt about being untrue to John. She would just have to get over feeling so terrible just because this man was her own young 18-year-old daughter's husband! It would never happen again... after all... and if it hadn't been for Jamie saying those ghastly things to her, she wouldn't have drunk all that champagne...!
She flicked on the FM radio beside her and putting down the magazine, lay her head back on the chaise, stretching out her feet and taking a deep breath to relax the way Gloria Swanson said she did on TV. She decided to enjoy the soft music and to let it float over her as she lay there in her cream colored silk pants suit. Her matching mules eventually slipped from her feet, revealing her pearl-painted toenails, and Carrie was asleep. Therefore she was totally unprepared for the knock that came on the door to her private bedroom a few moments later.
"What...? Who... is it?" She jumped up, completely forgetting what time of day it was, or the circumstances of her nap.
"It's me..." a masculine voice said, and she had opened the door dazedly before realizing exactly who the familiar voice belonged to. The cobwebs of her dreams drifted away and in a sleepy voice she found herself face to face with her son-in-law.
Ike closed the door behind him, stepping into the room with all his equipment.
"But..." Carrie was speechless.
"I told them all I had a belly-ache..." Ike explained, already looking around for a place to set up his machine. "Ah... there!!" he cried, moving hurriedly past the older woman and walking into the sumptuous room.
"Quite a joint you got here, Carrie," he said, whistling. "I've never been back here before!" He had decided that he had to see her... had to have some kind of communication with this fascinating woman. He had to at least make her admit to him that she remembered what had taken place between them! He brought along the tapes he had made of himself at the swimming pool and put them in the machine.
Carrie regained some of her composure, but still she felt somehow terribly vulnerable being alone with her head-strong son- in-law. She would have to get him to leave right away... or at least as soon as possible! He seemed to want to show her some kind of "plaything gadget," so she decided she would go along with that, and then firmly show him the door! He had a lot of nerve barging in on her like this! At the same time she was a trifle flattered that he had done it... it reminded her of the way Giuliano, her old lover, would surprise her...
"Come on over here, Carrie...!" Ike interrupted the pleasant turn of his mother-in-law's thoughts. As she walked toward him he couldn't help noticing her voluptuous, twenty-five-year-old figure so elegantly clothed in her pant suit. He liked her hair too... It was pale blonde and straight, unlike Tricia's curls... and hung at a wonderful angle for her finely chiseled features. He had seen many young girls who had had their hair cut this way, but on not one of them had it looked so good as it did on Carrie Livingston.
"Sit down," he told her, when he noticed she was returning his frank gaze with an expression of annoyance. "Get a look at this... ever seen one of these...??" The thought flickered through her mind that her young son-in- law might be trying to sell her this machine. It looked like a pretty ordinary TV set to her so far and her expression betrayed the thought that she just wished he would leave. But after a few seconds she saw that the figure diving from the board was Ike... and that the pool was her swimming pool!
"Why, it's wonderful, Ike..." she expressed in surprised amazement.
"What'd I tell you?" Ike said beaming, and taking in the soft swell of her breasts beneath the clinging material of her top.
They watched the scenes for some time, and then Ike got up and put in another which showed the whole family leaving for the picnic. Carrie was much more relaxed and frankly enjoying the video machine. She had not failed to notice either, the exquisite proportions of the younger man's physique. He looked magnificent in his trunks! If only she were younger... and he weren't her son-in-law... and... she stopped thinking... there were entirely too many "ifs!" After a while Carrie got up and went to the well-stocked bar by the window.
She came back holding two glasses of sparkling burgundy. The liquid bubbled up frothily and Carrie felt herself forgetting some of her "ifs" as Ike sought to make himself more and more charming. Carrie brought the bottle over to the low table in front of the chaise where they were sitting, and before she realized it, it was empty. The same kind of camaraderie that they had shared that first evening after dinner, sprang up between them now, as Ike hastened to open another bottle while telling her another slightly off-color story.
"You know, Ike..." she told him, "you're a diamond in the rough... you remind me a little bit of John..." "Oh, yeah? That's the first time a woman had told me I remind her of her husband!!" Ike roared with laughter, and then there was a slight pause as they both momentarily remembered just what their relationship to each other was!
Ike's features clouded over, and Carrie could see a familiar expression of aching desire on his face. She quickly turned her eyes away, but not before there had been a moment of recognition between them. Just the kind of recognition that Ike had been seeking.
"Have you been thinking about it...?" Ike asked suddenly and pointedly.
"Ike... I think you've got to leave now..." Carrie kept her face turned from him. "Just go... you've got to go!" "No..." Ike said, and then added, "I won't go until you tell me what you've been thinking..." Carrie turned to him angrily. "I have no intention of telling you anything of the sort!" In front of them the scenes of Ike diving and re-diving off the board were playing again.
When Ike took her in his arms, Carrie had a definite feeling of deja-vu. It was just like before... only this time... "Oh, God," she thought... "This time I want it more... much more!" She felt the moisture of her hidden pussy increase two-fold as with a sudden weakness she let him hold her, and then kiss her. A raging fire built up higher and higher, and with a rush she knew that she was going to go all the way. There was no way she could stop him when she knew that she didn't want to!
"It... it's going to happen!" she gasped, when he finally released her. And then she moaned passionately as he began to kiss her all over, her breasts, her stomach, her thighs... pressing his lips to the smooth shiny material of her clothing, wetting it so that she could feel the warmth of his mouth on her skin.
"Yes..." was all that Ike could say. "Yes!"
Nancy doubled back from the picnic shortly after it began. She couldn't think of anything more boring! She was really slightly peeved because her mother and father hadn't made love since that night she had spied on them. Every night since they had gone to bed barely speaking to each other and that was it! What a drag! She decided to leave and go back to the house to talk with Grandma!
She had a feeling that if she asked Grandma questions she would give her some real answers! She recalled the nifty dress the older woman had worn at their first dinner, and Nancy felt really proud to have a grandmother who wasn't off sitting in a rocker somewhere!
It was a long walk back to "Livingston's", but she didn't mind... it was a beautiful day and the countryside was lovely. Her tanned legs felt good as she walked along, and it seemed that she could feel each and every muscle in them.
She played a game with herself, "feeling" each part of her body in the same mental way, and when she got to her tiny pussy, where the beginning sprouts of tiny fuzzy hairs were just becoming visible, she experienced a definite sensation of pleasure. By contracting her muscles there, she could make the pleasure even more intense! By squeezing her legs together there, just the slightest bit, it felt even better! It made her want to touch herself... and she decided that as soon as she was indoors again, or at least some place where no one could see her, that she would!
She went up to the house right away, looking for her Grandmother, but she couldn't find her anywhere. Then she remembered that there was a new wing, and in it was Grandma's new bedroom. She had heard about it, but no one had shown it to her yet! She went down the hall and turned right, and was about to knock on the door when she heard sounds that warned her she shouldn't.
"OOooohhhh!" and then "AAAaaoomm!" It sounded very familiar, except this time it wasn't her mother's voice... but her father's mother's... GRANDMA'S!!! Without a second's hesitation she bent down to look through the keyhole, but found that she couldn't see a thing inside. Quickly she ran outside and around the back of the house, her young legs pumping as fast as they could. It didn't take her long to find the window, and she pulled a packing box over and stood up on it. Peering in, she could see her grandmother's big circular bed in the middle of the room, aglow with the warm lamp-light that flooded it from all directions. Nancy's heart skipped a beat! Just a few feet away from her lay her beautiful grandmother, completely nude, her lithe body stretched out languidly on the huge bed. She gulped and stared bug-eyed as she saw the entire scene in its minutest details.
Carrie's head was lolling back and forth, her normally composed features contorted in a way that Nancy had never seen. And there on the floor, as naked as the day he was born, kneeled her Uncle Ike, his lips running moistly up and down the woman's exquisitely proportioned body. Nancy could see wet traces along her cream-like skin where his tongue had lovingly passed. Her large heaving breasts trembled and the nipples stood up high and hard as his mouth sucked on them. Then he began to move downwards along the gentle slopes of her torso and quivering belly and hotly, his tongue flicked out along her stomach and then down toward her inner thighs. Carrie writhed beneath his oral caresses with mindless passion as her hands clung tightly to his hair, pulling him hungrily forward toward her soft glistening pussy.
Nancy leaned forward, holding onto the window sill for dear life. Her grandmother sure was going to answer a few questions for her! She knew she ought to leave, but she was hypnotized by the obscene spectacle going on before her. She had to watch!
Ike had gotten his mother-in-law so excited that now she lay back, her mouth wide open, her lust glazed eyes staring into nothingness. Now Ike positioned himself between her long thighs, his face within moments of touching her soft curling pubic hair. Carrie's belly rose rapidly up and down, trembling slightly in anticipation as Ike's hands pressed outward against her belly, the thumbs dropping below into the pelt of her already moist pussy. Nancy wet her lips as she watched Ike's fingers separate the outer lips of her grandmother's glistening vagina. The soft and cushiony hair-lined flesh spread slowly apart exposing the moist coral pink interior of her sensitive pussy, from the small budding tip of her clitoris to the throbbing entrance of her vaginal canal.
Nancy gulped down her shock when her uncle's head dropped down and his long lashing tongue slipped out to graze against the upright little nub of nerves at the very top of her visibly glistening cunt. Carrie's entire body executed a little jerky motion as she felt this searing contact down between her open thighs. Her long tapered legs flexed upward and she clamped them together around her son-in-law's head, letting the soft inner skin of her full thighs imprison his face in a soft fleshy trap. Her hips started a slow up and down motion to meet his hotly flicking tongue. Tiny groans of pleasure escaped her parted lips as she began to rock herself up and down in a startling fit of sexual agony.
Nancy's mouth fell open. Never had she dreamed of such a thing happening and almost as soon as the thought flashed across her brain she saw her Uncle lift his head from his slave-like position over Carrie's visibly pulsating vagina.
What was happening, she thought. Uncle Ike seemed to be saying something and although Nancy thought it a strange time to start a conversation, she strained to hear what was being said.
"Oh, no... we mustn't, Ike... we can't... it isn't right... it just isn't right..." "But you want me to, don't you..." Ike questioned her. "Don't you?" and to punctuate his remark, he lifted up and shifted his hips until the length of his hard, throbbing penis was pressed snugly between the moistly spread lips of her pussy, its smooth rubbery head caught in the soft cleft of her rhythmically contracting buttocks, and he ground gently against her.
"... yes... YES, DAMN YOU, YES!... fuck me... fuck me now!" Carrie surrendered beneath him, the young boy's hotly teasing maleness pressed between her cunt lips becoming too much for her to bear.
The violent obscene language of her father's mother shocked Nancy so that her attention was diverted from the naked couple on the bed and for the first time she noticed the strange looking camera that was setup on a tripod a few feet away from the bed and from the way it looked even she could tell it was taking some kind of pictures of what was going on. She would have to find out all she could about whatever it was!
She watched as Carrie's hand shot out and grasped her daughter's young husband's huge swollen prick, sliding the foreskin back and gently guiding the ruby red tip to the moist, waiting mouth of her vagina. Suddenly, Ike jerked his hips forward and plunged into her, driving his cock with a force he seemed unable to control. The warm moist, velvety sleeve of her pussy gripping his shaft in a smooth, wet resistance that caused him to grunt loudly as Carrie moaned out her delight.
"YYYEEEESSSSS..." she hissed as he began to fill her with quick, long thrusts into her waiting vagina, quick urgent thrusts until at last she felt his rubbery tip ram into her cervix and his balls swat hard down into the soft cleft between the widespread cheeks of her tightly clenched ass. Beneath him, Ike felt his youthful mother-in-law begin to writhe and buck. She groaned and her cunt began to squeeze voraciously like another mouth all along the full length of his plunging cock, her desire-hardened nipples digging into his chest as her thighs clamped and unclamped at his hips and she worked up and down establishing the rhythm that was to continue for some time.
Without her even realizing, Nancy's small hand had slipped down between her legs. The shorts she wore left ample room for her fingers to fit up along her thigh and then beneath the elastic of her cotton panties. Instinctively her middle finger rubbed the tiny cleft of flesh pillowed within her as yet almost hairless little pussy. The tips of her pubescent breasts, that would one day flower into bloom, grew red and swollen as the first flashes of desire sped through her child's body. She quickly found the right way to rub back and forth and as the tiny area grew wetter and wetter, her finger slipped down to the miniscule vaginal entrance. She had not even been aware of its presence before! But now its existence was clearly demonstrated to her by her grandmother's wildly carnal display! She was thrilled with her discovery that there were so many different ways that grownups amused themselves... she had assumed that what she had witnessed between her mother and father was standard procedure. Apparently not!
Her virgin pussy responded with delight to the flood of sensation created by Nancy's slippery fingertips and she struggled to continue watching her elders while letting the wonderful feelings run through her! WHAT SHE HAD BEEN MISSING ALL THIS TIME!!!
"Oh... oh yes, oh, my love... OH IKE!!!" Carrie cried shamelessly. She was in a state of complete and total bliss as she felt Ike's rubbery tipped cock continue its plunder as his thrusts slowed and lengthened, stuffing her trembling pussy without mercy!
Ike felt the older woman begin to exude a kind of frantic aura. Over and over she called his name. Her sharp teeth bit hard into his shoulder, but he hardly felt a thing. She sucked hard on his tongue as though trying to make it her own. Her blonde hair became soft and slick from perspiration and Ike watched this fantastic woman with a sense of amazement.
He realized that he could fall in love with a woman like that... a beautiful, experienced... total woman! She was a far cry from her daughter... even though Tricia was about as good looking as they come... her mother had something else... something more!
He pounded into her with an insane force, driven by the strength of his thought, pulling her up tight against him, feeling her clasping the muscles of her sweet, well-educated cunt around his pistoning cock with even greater force!
Carrie's head lolled back and forth while she emitted low grunting sounds that betrayed the extent of her arousal.
Suddenly she spat out, "Oh HONEY QUICK! IN MY ASS! YOUR FINGER!!! PUT IT IN THE BACKWAY!" Ike felt an overwhelming salacious lust sweep over him at the sound of her coarse entreaty. Those words in a woman's throat almost frightened him and yet he hurried to respond, slipping his fingers underneath her bucking body, searching out the little hot hole of his mother-in-law's rectum. The opening was there beneath his finger, and with a jabbing motion, he felt his middle finger slip in to the second joint!
"AAAAAH!... AAAAAAAAH!" she yelled, and he began to move it in and out faster and faster, all the while fucking into her wide open pussy with frenzied strokes!
He could tell that she was on the verge of cumming, and God knew how he had held out this long! She was a woman possessed as she convulsed beneath his brutal pummeling, tossing her head madly from side to side.
"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH OH! NOOOOOOOOOW WWWWWWWWWW OH LET GO! LET GO! LET ME FEEL YOU NOW!!!" Ike felt his cock bursting apart. It felt like it would fly into a million pieces! He was so far up inside her belly that surely he would never get back out again!! His balls emptied themselves of massive waves of semen as he came and came in conjunction with the woman who mothered his wife! Her breasts heaved against his chest, her eyes rolling far back beneath their lids as her climaxing pussy secreted heated gushes of slippery orgiastic fluid around his still pounding prick.
It was like a rocket ride into outer space and he didn't care if he never came back.
"IIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE! OH OH MY GOD!!! OOOoommmmhhmm!" Carrie accepted the warm wet flood of his sperm, felt it splash deliciously within her seething cunt, and her orgasm joined his in a mutually stimulating climax.
"Oh... Carrie!" he finally stammered out. She was lying softly beneath him, her belly quivering now beneath his weight. "Oh Jesus! What happened!"
Nancy was so stunned by the fireworks that were going on inside her tiny little cunt, that she almost fell from the box she was standing on. Her first orgasm struck like an exploding firecracker beneath her flying fingers, as the tortured tissue in her tingling pussy finally gave up their hidden charge. It was beautiful... so beautiful that Nancy knew she would never be able to live without feeling it again and again. She was beginning to realize just what it was that made her parents behave the way they did... but she knew that it was only the beginning!
Chapter 7
"Thanks, Uncle Ike!" Nancy skipped happily away, her red pigtails flying behind her. She was very pleased that Ike (at her request) had shown her all about how to operate the video tape machine. He had been using it to film the volleyball game that afternoon, during which the entire family had participated in a lively contest. The women played against the men, and Nancy had been quite amused and interested to see how her Uncle Ike and Grandma acted as though they had never been doing those things in bed together!
Grown-ups were really weird, she thought. She guessed it was a little like her mother and father... by looking at them, she never would have dreamed them capable of what she had watched in Cabin Number 2 the other night. Nancy knew though that her mother wasn't really speaking to her father, although they gave a good imitation of friendship when others were near. She hadn't been speaking to him since he'd put his big thing... ("cock" she'd heard Grandma call Uncle Ike's)... up her behind!
She wondered just what would happen if Daddy found out that his very own mother had done it with Uncle Ike!!? This question had intrigued her so much in fact, that she had devised an ingenious scheme which she hoped she would soon be able to carry out.
Nancy got her chance that very afternoon.
"See you soon!" Susan called from the back of the car.
"Right!" Jamie answered, as if he believed his wife's smile to be genuine.
Susan sat in the back seat, while up front Tricia sat beside her father, who was at the wheel.
"So long, Mom... We'll be back this evening!" she called, "So long, Ike..." she added, scowling at her husband, who had refused to accompany his wife on the shopping trip. Just watching him standing there beside her mother and brother made her realize how unlike them he really was... how different from the family... so dark and swarthy whereas they were all fair... although her Dad's hair had been dark once, now it was a rather attractive grey. As the car drove away she took note of her husband's superior smile, and thought once more about her father's persistent suggestion that she leave him and return to live at home for a while. It certainly was tempting!
Ike turned to Jamie and chuckled... "Well, here we are pal... the brother-in-laws! What do we do now that the little women have left?" Jamie looked at his brother-in-law with something just short of contempt, and then in an effort to conceal his ill-humor, replied, "I was planning to go read in my cabin... but I'm open to suggestion." He was watching his mother ahead of them as she preceded them up the steps and into the big house.
Ike followed his eyes, and taking in the swinging line of his sensual mother-in-law's buttocks, said, "Your mother's quite a woman, Jamie... quite a woman!" He could feel his penis move slightly beneath his shorts as it did almost all the time now whenever he saw Carrie, or just thought about the things they had done together! They were in the house and, lost in his own thoughts, Ike failed to note Jamie's embarrassment.
He too had seen the slinky outline of his mother's behind... how could anyone help but notice when she was wearing those shorts! He fumed at the idea of it again... but this time he wouldn't make the mistake of mentioning anything to her. If she wanted to make a fool of herself that was her business! As Carrie turned to them in the livingroom and smiled graciously, Jamie couldn't help admitting to himself that she did look good in them. They were a bright red color, and she wore a matching bandana around her neck that gave her a certain flair. Her bright blue eyes sparkled like a young girl's and, he thought, she acted like a new bride!
"It's so hot... how about some cool drinks!" Carrie felt like a new bride. She could no longer suppress the strength of her feelings about Ike. Every time her eyes met his, she shivered with delight. How... she wondered, could her daughter Tricia be so unhappy married to such a strong young boy? Her extreme pleasure had outweighed her guilt and there was no denying it!
Reluctantly, Jamie agreed to have a drink and sat down in the living room across from his brother-in-law.
The three were having a stilted conversation, over potent Gimlets, when Nancy pranced into the room.
"Hey, everybody..." she cried, "I'm going over to the farm down the road.
There's a little girl there, and she invited me to come play!" Jamie looked at his daughter. That was good, he thought, give her something to do besides hanging around adults all the time. "Fine Nancy," he said. "Just be sure not to stay too long... don't want to wear out your welcome..." "Sure, Daddy..." Nancy replied, wondering if he really cared if she wore her welcome out or not. "Say..." she added, "would you all like to see the tapes from this morning's volleyball game? Here... I'll put them on for you... Uncle Ike showed me how to work the machine!!!" Dashing over to the set which was temporarily placed in the living room before anyone could object, Nancy made a few adjustments. "There are three of them... right?" Nancy said, looking at Ike.
"Right..." Ike replied. "The three that are there." "Smart kid," he thought... "good with machines..." "There..." Nancy said, after making her arrangements, "I fixed them so they'll play one after the other!" With that she ran out the door, calling good-bye to them over her shoulder, and barely suppressing the wild giggles she felt welling up inside her.
The family trio enjoyed watching the replay of the volleyball game more than they thought they would. Ike sat lounging on the big overstuffed sofa, and Jamie sat in a nearby chair. Carrie had installed herself on a large comfortable hassock, and soon they were laughing at the sight of themselves frolicking about with the ball. They refilled their glasses from the large pitcher of fresh gimlets made with vodka and Rose's lime juice, that Carrie had brought in.
"Well... I'm good, if I do say so myself!" Carrie declared, referring to her volleyball form.
"You sure are, honey!" Ike thought, eyeing the long expanse of naked leg that showed as she reclined on the hassock.
Jamie looked annoyed. He wished his mother would stop saying things that could be taken two ways. "Look at her!" he thought... "Just look at her! Why I can see right up between her legs! And those shorts are so tight it looks like they're about to cut her in two!!" Jamie felt very uncomfortable. He knew that they were having a veritable heat wave that autumn in the Catskills, but it was nice and cool inside the house.
Why was he sweating this way? He seemed to sense something in the atmosphere... and whatever it was it was making him feel very sensual. He hadn't made love to Susan since that night he'd taken her from the rear. He felt a bit ashamed about that and couldn't imagine what had come over him...
it's just that his mother had made him so angry!!! Also, he realized that if he had been back in New York, he most certainly would have had a couple of rolls in the hay with that cute little secretary, Linda! That was probably why he could feel his cock in semierection right now... of all times! What if Ike, or his mother should see!! This brought back to him the uncomfortable memory of the time when he was a boy, and his mother had seen! She'd surprised him in the bathroom, where having forgotten to lock the door, he was busily enjoying the newfound pleasure his exposed penis could give him. The worst part about the whole thing was that she hadn't scolded him or anything, but had stood there watching him for several seconds before letting him know she was there!
Then she had coughed delicately and smiled at his look of horror. "Don't let me disturb you!" she'd said, and had gone back out, closing the door behind her. Jamie felt his cock grow completely hard, and he could feel the blood surging into the spongy tissues! He picked up a magazine that was lying nearby, and casually placed it on his lap, while keeping his eyes glued to what seemed to be endless tapes of the volley ball game.
In reality they were only on the second tape, and Ike was wondering if there weren't some way to get rid of Jamie so that he could be alone with Carrie.
Perhaps he could suggest they take a walk... there had to be some place on the grounds where they could spend a few undisturbed moments!
Carrie was thinking something similar... watching her slender figure on the screen made her proud of the way she looked... and she was doubly pleased because she knew that she was desired. What more could a woman ask... than to be utterly and completely desired by a man she finds attractive?!!!
She wondered what her son Jamie would think if he knew just how active his mother's sex life still was!!! Looking over at him, she experienced a curious feeling of wanting to get revenge for Jamie's remarks of the other evening.
She almost had a good mind to tell him! She wondered how she could have mothered a son who would turn into such a prude! With her daughter Tricia, she could always blame the fact that she was a "father's girl"... but what was to account for Jamie having turned out the way he did? He was married to that gorgeous redhead but they hardly seemed happy together... what was wrong? Carrie's astute eye took in the peculiar way her son was holding the magazine across his lap. Instantly, she remembered him having done that once before when he was a teen-ager. She had been wearing a two-piece bathing suit by the lake... and suddenly the top had come down while she was swimming. Having lost it in the water, she had to return to the shore half-naked, and Jamie had watched her curiously the whole time, until she had finally gotten a blouse on. After she had noticed that he'd covered his groin with her Vogue magazine.
Of course, she had known right away why, and at the time had smiled at his innocence, and felt even a little pleased that she could evoke such a reaction in her very own son!
Carrie was about to draw a certain parallel between that occasion and this, when two simultaneous gasps interrupted her thoughts. Looking at the two men, she saw that they were both gaping at the TV set. She turned to see what they were looking at and she herself emitted a loud piercing scream.
On the screen, Ike's naked buttocks were arched toward the viewers. He was kneeling up between a pair of widespread legs, and then he bent forward, and his head dipped down to the point where the legs met. His tongue darted out and he moved slightly, and there was the full view of Carrie's wide open hair-lined split... and above the soft hills of her breasts and above that, her tortured, desire-filled face! Ike's tongue snaked out and hungrily licked at the soft wet interior of his mother-in-law's golden pussy, and Carrie's whole body jerked upward!
Jamie didn't know which way to turn. There before him, exposed in minute detail, was his own mother's naked vagina, swollen in sensuous delight, protruding upward from smooth white thighs... and there bending over it, steadily licking it with a look of sublime idiotic enjoyment, was Ike his brother-in-law! He was rooted to the spot by the lewdest sight he had ever seen... almost more horrified by his own inaction than by anything else! His mind whirled with confusion as it slowly accepted the reality of the lascivious image that continued to unfurl on the screen of the video machine.
Like a stunned automaton he turned to look at the two stars of the show who were sitting right there in the room with him... his mother and his eighteen-year-old sister's husband!
To his ultimate dismay, they were both looking at him... and the shocked expressions on their faces mirrored his own! But what could he say... what could he even do? Quickly he turned back to the set. Carrie was bucking and tossing and turning in mindless ecstasy. Her exquisitely proportioned body was filmed in all its naked glory as she experienced the joys of her son-in-law's tongue lapping continuously at her lust-filled cunt!
Jamie, in spite of his shock, felt his cock jolt upward with a bound. Sweat was pouring from his forehead so profusely that it was falling into his eyes.
The back of his shirt was wet and sticking to him. Every sinew and muscle in his body was tense and he seemed to hear a shrill whistling in his ears.
"MOTHER MOTHER MOTHER!!!" The word went echoing around inside his soul until he thought it would split. And still he continued to watch the fascinating replay.
"HAH!" Nancy thought, holding her sides to keep from bursting apart with the mirth that filled her. "Oh, heavens, Daddy... if you knew just how funny you look!!!" she thought. She was watching from the side window, having earlier been careful to see that she would get a good view from that vantage point.
The third tape was the one she knew Uncle Ike had been making when he and Grandma were back in her bedroom... and she had set it on repeat so it would play over and over and over!!
Carrie tried to think of something to do... something to say... but there didn't seem to be anything to cover this totally unexpected situation, and for once words failed her! With alarm, she looked at Ike, and then at her son. Her mind clicked away at the thoughts that were forming before... as she saw him continue to look at the screen, and then saw the magazine fall away, revealing the jerking bulging form of his enormous cock. That was why he acted that way, she suddenly realized... That was why he always acted so strange around her!
Ike followed the direction of Carrie's eyes... he had been about to go and turn off the awful tape... how could he have mixed it up with the others? But the vision of Jamie's cock jumping like a jackrabbit in his pants, shocked him so that he forgot all about it. He looked back at Carrie as if for some explanation, and saw it in his mother-in-law's beautifully made up face. It was a look of satisfaction... the look of a woman who has just learned that a recalcitrant lover has fallen once more under her spell. He felt a pang, of repulsion... it just wasn't normal! But then, he remembered that he himself had already tossed the standards of normalcy out the window when he had lusted after his own wife's mother! Yet still, he reasoned... there's no blood tie between us at least!!
He was about to say something... he wasn't even sure what, when he saw Carrie coming toward him. She was smiling, "MY GOD," he thought, "SHE DOESN'T EVEN CARE THAT HE'S WATCHING!" He thought he was going stark raving mad as Carrie approached him, and he didn't even move. Then her hands were on him, smoothing about his face, running through his hair... She was sitting on his lap, and her hands grew more bold. BUT SHE WASN'T LOOKING AT HIM!!! Carrie was looking across at Jamie, flaunting her relationship with Ike... and he, Ike felt the undeniable signs of arousal surging through him in spite of it all! He was as helpless as a male spider being devoured by his mate, as he felt himself responding avidly to the older woman's caresses! To his horror and amazement he allowed her to unzip his fly and to pull out the obviously aroused length of his throbbing cock! Waves of desire filled him, blocking out everything else... and within short seconds he had not exactly forgotten the presence of Carrie's son in the room with them... but he no longer cared! He had to do what he was doing in spite of any repercussions it might have... to refuse Carrie was beyond his power!
She was slipping out of her shorts and panties, almost like a stripteaser, only she was doing it lightning fast... so fast that Ike's head was spinning.
And then with only her magnificent bottom half exposed, she prodded him up from his seat, and then she was bending before him, her hands on her knees, offering herself in the lewdest way imaginable while her own son sat watching!
Jamie sat in a pool of sweat, no longer certain if he was in his right mind.
Only a short distance away, his mother bent forward, spreading her shapely legs far apart, letting her hands reach down now from her knees to touch the floor. He could see the moist opening at the juncture between her smooth thighs... the luscious coral-hued pussy, loose and ready, begging for her son-in-law's big cock! The same flushed buttocks that had been so scantily covered by the shorts and flimsy nylon panties; were now bared completely to his disbelieving eyes.
"OH MY GOD," he thought, "WHAT A FANTASTIC PIECE OF FLESH!" He gritted his teeth as if to steel himself for what he knew was to come. Intuitively, he knew that his mother was punishing him... as surely as if he were a little boy again... she was making him pay for what he had done to her... and making him pay dearly! He watched as Ike grabbed his hardened cock in his hand and began to tease at the open lips of his bending mother's cunt with the beet red head of the fleshy instrument. Carrie's whimpers and encouragements began to fill the room. Vaguely, Jamie was aware of the videotape playing over and over again in miniature, his mother's first carnal enjoyment with Ike. But, the massive tip of Ike's foreskin peeled cock was slowly parting the soft blonde curls of her pubic hair and being guided into his mother's hungrily waiting channel... and it was real... it was happening right in front of him!
From his vantage point he could see it as it slowly, but relentlessly, disappeared up inside... all the way inside... never stopping, continuing in a constant penetration until it was completely out of sight, submerged to the hilt into the farthest depths of her upturned pussy.
"NNNNnnnghgh!" Carrie emitted a long choking moan, and Jamie grabbed onto his chair as if to prevent himself from falling off.
Then, smiling arrogantly over at the thunder-struck Jamie, Ike began a steady fucking in and out of his mother-in-law's steaming vagina, his muscular body inclining back from her in an arch as his hips thrust forward while he pushed in until his testicles were buried completely in the softly curling hairs of her pubis.
Carrie was enraptured. Her mouth hung open and from her throat came a low hum of delight. HE WAS IN SO DEEP! She began rotating her hips and pushing back at Ike so that she was almost lifted in the air with each forward blow as her son-in-law's massive prick rammed harder and harder into her raging pussy!
"He's watching... Jamie is watching... GOOD! Let him see me in action... let him see... !!!!" Carrie bit into her lower lip, her excitement growing as she flagrantly displayed her lust to her grown son. "Let him suffer..." she thought, "why must I be the only one to suffer!!!" Jamie was indeed suffering. He thought that he was going to burst apart with the rising emotions inside him. He was being pulled in two directions... one part of him was urging him to run away... to put as much distance between himself and this horrible scene as possible. The other was making him stay...
making him think and feel things which he knew were unnatural. The size of his swollen penis was immense and it felt hard and thick and tingly. There was an urgency in its growing mass that made him want to act! Mechanically, and with glazed eyes that continued to stare at the lascivious spectacle of his mother and brother-in-law fucking together like two crazed animals, Jamie released the purple-headed instrument of his cock. It looked monstrous between his legs and then as Jamie moved, it bounced lewdly before him. In two giant steps he was there, grabbing his brother-in-law by the shoulders and wrenching him away from his mother! Ike fell back and it was Jamie's fingers that now tightened around Carrie's taut waist! He felt his mother's soft smooth flesh cringing under the hard pressure of his grip as red marks formed on her skin whenever he moved his hands. He shuffled in toward her, making his legs move in close to hers. Her wide spread thighs and buttocks were his... to do what he wanted with! Then, his cock found the entrance snuggled just below the tiny, visible puckered anus. HIS MOTHER'S CUNT! Then in, in, in, he burst, thrusting into her as though she were a ripe grapefruit being split in half! The lush yielding roundness of her buttocks smacked hard and flat back against his loins as he crashed his straining cock as deep as he possibly could into the wildly contracting tunnel of his mother's wetly sucking pussy!
It seemed like it would never end! He had never felt anything so wonderful in his entire life!
"OH NO..." he yelled, "MOTHER! MOTHER!" Carrie felt the shock of her son's cock head, forcing its thick way into her already widely stretched pussy. If she could have, she would have pushed him away from her... this was not what she had intended at all! But there was no way to escape Jamie's vengefully ramming prick that entered her with flesh shattering might. Her muscles tensed as she tried to support her weight with her hands on the floor. She squirmed her ass desperately and screamed for him to let her go. But nothing worked. Her son's cock stabbed brutally in and out of her cunt and each time he rammed in, he pulled her back to meet his wildly fucking rod! With a groaning sob, Carrie suddenly gave in to him. It was her own doing... this she knew... but now there was nothing to do to erase what had already happened. Shivers of delight sped from her inundated pussy with each new thrust of her son's lust-hardened penis.
"I made him!" she thought... He's my boy... my little baby boy! And now he's fucking me!" and she gave a sobbing groan that made Ike, who was standing nearby watching, wince.
His own prick jerked excitedly. "LOOK AT THEM GO!" he said out loud. Mother and son presented a depraved spectacle as they began to egg each other on.
Carrie's beautiful breasts hung down and quivered with each further blow of her son's cock. Her face was a study in pure lust as her eyes opened and closed in a glaze of lost passion. She spread her long legs wider and called out to her son while she shook her white buttocks with complete abandon.
"OH FUCK ME JAMIE... YES... THAT'S IT, FUCK YOUR MOTHER GOOD! OH HONEY... YES BABY DO IT TO MAMA... DO IT TO MEEEEE! OH MOTHER LOVES YOU... MOTHER LOVES YOU SO GOOOOOOOD!" Ike didn't know what he was going to do, but he had to do something and fast.
He lewdly pumped his own cock up and down, with growing excitement until he could take it no more. Running around in front of his debauched mother-in-law, he swiftly reached down and lifted her head up. Without bothering to lose a second, he thrust the enormity of his cock into the pink ovaled lips of her openly groaning mouth!
"MMmmmmmfh!" she moaned, completely surprised by this new entry.
Just then Jamie thrust forward with a yell and her mouth rammed all the way onto Ike's long, hardened penis.
"OH YEAH!" Ike cried out as he felt the warm wet enclosing his bursting prick, "OH YEAH... YOUR DAUGHTER NEVER DID IT LIKE THAT!" Tears sprang to Carrie's eyes as the pure evilness of what she was doing came to her in a sudden rush. Her daughter's husband and her son... one fucking her in the mouth... and the other behind her ramming mercilessly into her defenseless cunt! AND SHE WAS LOVING EVERY MINUTE OF IT! HOW COULD SHE? Jamie stared down at the perspiration covered surface of his mother's buttocks, hardly aware of what Ike was doing in front of him. But unconsciously he began to time his forward movements into his mother's seeping pussy with the fucking that his brother- in-law was giving her mouth! Carrie felt deliciously filled at both ends... as if there were nothing else to her but her mouth and her cunt!
A fantastic rising tide of pleasure was beginning inside her. Her belly quivered and her inflamed nerve-endings seemed to flare up as the complete helplessness of her position brought out new depths of excitement. A kind of masochistic enjoyment of her incestuous coupling sent little flashes of fire throughout her tormented body. She was licking and sucking at her son-in-law's surging cock, letting her saliva flow over it, mixing with its own pungent male taste. She began to lick and suck at her eighteen- year-old daughter's husband's raging prick as though her life depended on it! WHAT A FEELING!
She groaned lustfully as she felt Ike's big pole grow harder in her mouth and then suddenly explode in orgasm, flooding her throat with gushing waves of heated male fluid, making her swallow and gulp as it rushed past her tonsils.
She felt herself cumming too as her son Jamie's thrusting cock jack-hammered against her cervix. Ike's hands tangled harshly in her hair pulling her head upward into the flood of his cum, while Jamie's fingernails dug deep into the flesh of her shapely hips. IT WAS TOO GOOD! MUCH TOO GOOD!
Carrie made garbled noises of delight, while letting her vagina clasp and unclasp in delicious convulsions all around Jamie's still hard driving shaft.
"OH WHAT A GOOD THICK COCK MOMMY AND DADDY MADE YOU!! she thought a little hysterically... "WHAT A COCK!" Jamie's balls slammed up against his mother's lower belly below as he bent backward a little, letting his cock arch up at a sharp angle into her tumultuous cunt. GOD WHAT HER PUSSY WAS DOING TO HIM... "OH MAMMA OH MAMMA OH MAMMA!" he found himself crying over and over. Tears of something kin to despair rolled down his cheeks as the most potent orgasm of his life built steadily, the blood in his veins felt boiling hot and his mouth like dry cotton.
"I'M CUMMING MAMMA... OH MAMMA DARLING... I'M CUMMING!!!!!" His mother screwed her buttocks back onto his crazily spewing cock while he wailed incoherently.
She was cumming again in response to her son's words. Her head filled with a million bursting stars as her wet and used pussy sucked hungrily upon her son's hotly squirting cock, extracting every last drop of his preciously heated cum... taking it for her very own!
"This is where I belong Mama!" Jamie sobbed... "This is where I came from!!!!"
Chapter 8
John Livingston sat in the comfortable lounge of the Come Right Inn facing his old friend Jack LeBow who was the owner of the place. They were both plastered out of their skulls.
"Say, John, old friend... old boy... How are you planning to get back to your place tonight... I mean you can't drive in that condition. I know how drunk I am... and you've been keeping up with me glass for...
Jack waved his glass amiably in front of him... smiling broadly at his friend.
"Never mind..." John interrupted. "I've got the girls with me... remember? They'll get me home somehow... don't worry! What would we do without the girls, eh Jack?" Jack looked over at his wife who was supervising the bartender and several waiters, enabling him to get pleasantly stewed with John. "Yep!" he said cheerfully... "You're right, alright!" "Let's just have one more..." John suggested, "and then I'll go out and round them up... Got to get back to Carrie in time for dinner anyway!" "Joe... Bring us two more double bourbons and soda!" Jack called to a passing waiter.
"Yes, SIR!" the waiter replied snappily, dashing toward the bar.
"That's what's nice about owning your own place, right John...? You at least get to order people around... even if your old lady orders you around in private!" John thought of Carrie and realized he'd hardly been paying any attention to his wife at all since the family had come up to "Livingston's!" He'd been spending so much time with Tricia... and yet it still didn't seem like enough.
He really wished she'd come back home to live as soon as possible! He mentally visualized her sweet smiling face, her charming manner. "What a girl!" he thought fondly.
How could he ever have let her marry that ridiculous Ike...? What she had seen in him at the beginning, he couldn't begin to guess! The man was obviously a loser... a real loser!
"But I thought you were so happy!" Susan sat up and stared at her blonde sister-in-law with surprise in her deep green eyes. Tricia had just confided in her that she envied Susan and Jamie's marriage, because she thought she and Ike might not be together much longer.
The two women were reclining by the side of Lake Winoska, where John had driven them after they'd shopped in the nearby town.
Their lunch had been sumptuous and the girls were experiencing the pleasant heavy feeling that comes after having consumed too much wine in the middle of the day.
The heat of the atmosphere and the steady droning of the country insects had created a peaceful, lazy atmosphere during which the girls had reclined sleepily in their bathing outfits beside the lake. They hadn't felt like swimming after such a heavy lunch, but they were catching the last rays of sun to increase what was left of their summer tans.
Susan and Tricia were more than just a little tipsy, but each one tried studiously to hide it from the other. Nevertheless, it wasn't long before they began to talk to each other as though they were lifelong friends, instead of relatives by marriage who really didn't know each other very well at all!
Susan stared at her husband's sister taking in the latter's cool posed little girl looks, and quickly reassessed the image she'd had prior to this revelation. Once more she noted how much the girl looked like Jamie. She was really the feminine version of her husband! And to think that she had been envying Tricia her marriage to Ike!
"He's just so rough, Susan!" Tricia was saying. "He doesn't care anything about my feelings. And in bed..." Tricia hesitated. She was lying on her back looking up into the trees, avoiding Susan's searching green eyes.
"Yes?" Susan asked after a few seconds. She was very curious to hear what Tricia had to say about Ike in bed. Her own love life was certainly sad enough... practically non-existent, really.
"I know what you mean about that rough business..." Susan prompted, thinking about the harsh anal penetration she had suffered a few nights before. Her behind was still sore!
"Well he always wants to make love!!! I mean I wouldn't mind if it were really love-making... but it's just crude sex that's all!" Tricia blurted the words out, suddenly feeling extremely sorry for herself. She was lying down because she felt dizzy when she sat up and even in her prone position she could feel the wine swirling about muddling her thoughts... making her drowsy but not really sleepy. Jamie is probably the ideal husband she thought. She had always looked up to her older brother... why hadn't she married someone like him!
Susan felt a surge of jealousy. God, if only she could complain that her husband always wanted to make love! How could anyone complain about that...
she should be so unfortunate! She looked at Tricia's voluptuous bikini clad figure wondering if it had to do with looks. Was Tricia that much better looking than she, that her husband desired her constantly?? "Is that your only problem?" she asked Tricia pointedly, watching the soft regular rise and fall of Tricia's large breasts, barely hidden by the twin pieces of polka dotted material that covered them.
"Well..." Tricia said... "It's just that it's like being alone all the time. I have no friends... no companion... Being with Ike is like living alone with all of the drawbacks and none of the conveniences!!" For the first time she was saying what she'd really been thinking. True she had been talking with her father... but he usually did most of the talking himself... surmising that the marriage wasn't working out, and encouraging Tricia to doubt that it ever would.
"What I'd like," she said..." is someone like... well, like Daddy! Or even Jamie..." she added, looking up at Susan. She looked away quickly. Susan had been looking at her so strangely! It made her feel funny... as though she should cover herself up. But she thought that would be silly... so she remained in her position.
"Jamie??" Susan said, resentment showing in her voice. "Listen, let me tell you a few things... Jamie may be an ideal brother... but as a husband... well, he's a washout. That's what he is... a washout! You were complaining about Ike wanting to make love all the time... Well... Jamie hardly ever wants to! And when he does... who knows how it's going to turn out... or what weird thing he's going to want to do!! As for being alone... yes, I understand that very well... too well!!" Susan had moved closer to her startled sister-in-law. She sat directly beside the smaller woman, peering down at her still form, her face a mask of anguish.
After a few moments of silence during which Tricia took in the surprising statement Susan had just made, she looked up at the slightly older woman and spoke softly. "I guess we have a lot in common, really..." "Yes..." said Susan, simply. "In a way. We're both women... and we're both getting shortchanged by our husbands!" Tricia felt Susan's breath very close to her face. She seemed to be moving closer. She felt a curious kind of rapprochement to the auburn-haired woman who had married her older brother. "How terrible..." she thought. She felt confused, and a little guilty, as if she herself were to blame for Susan's unhappiness, merely by being Jamie's sister.
"You're right..." Tricia said. She suddenly wished she hadn't drunk so much.
For some reason she wanted to have a very clear head right now. Perhaps she and Susan could figure something out together if only she could think clearly.
But she couldn't think at all. She was acutely aware of her body and of the proximity of her sister-in-law. She felt overly warm even though she knew that the main heat of the day had passed. There was a stillness in the air that made it seem like something was going to happen.
"You have beautiful breasts," Susan said, "A beautiful body that must be why Ike is always after you!" "Oh..." Tricia replied, not knowing quite what to say.
"Look!" Susan cried suddenly. "Look at my breasts... Do you find them unattractive?" Defiantly, Susan ripped off the top of her bathing suit displaying the round firm orbs of her naked breasts to Tricia's wondering eyes.
Tricia suddenly realized that Susan was at least as inebriated as she was. She found herself doing as she was told, looking at the creamy skinned breasts with their pointed nipples. "They're exquisite!" Tricia thought... and "THEY'RE SO CLOSE I COULD REACH RIGHT OUT AND TOUCH THEM!" "Why... why they're lovely..." Tricia stammered. "Just lovely... I...
something must be wrong with Jamie not to want to touch them... I mean..." Tricia didn't know just what she meant, but suddenly she knew that she wanted to touch them... they looked so unreal right there in front of her, staring her in the face... and Susan just sitting there with her beautiful long hair, her finely modeled features... her lash-fringed green eyes...! She began to undo her own top... she would show Susan, she felt, that she was certainly not more beautiful in that department!
The polka-dotted top fell away and so Tricia half sat up to remove it completely, the dizziness returned. Her breasts were caressed by the cooling air and she felt her nipples constricting.
"Ohhhh!" Susan cried at the sight of her new found confidante's golden tipped breasts. They were slightly bigger than her own, and whereas hers were definitely of a round melon shape, Tricia's were uptilted like big ripe pears.
"They're pretty!" she declared, and then laughing, she, reached out and tweaked Tricia's right nipple. She laughed again, tossing her head back with delight.
"God, what have we been being so serious about!" she giggled. Tricia returned her touch, and for a few moments they were like schoolgirls... each one exploring the full rounded firmness of the other's breasts.
Although neither one of them knew just how it happened, in a few minutes they were all over each other, tumbling over and over in the soft grass. Susan had slipped off the tiny bottom of her bikini and while pressing her lips with soft persistency upon Tricia's helped her to slip hers off too. An urgent hand explored the tingling crevice of Tricia's golden pussy and she, mimicking the touch, cupped Susan's auburn-haired mound in her hand. It felt divine!
"MMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmm..." Tricia was inundated by Susan's personal scent. She rolled over and followed a natural inclination, slid her head downwards along Susan's quivering belly until she reached the warm wet pussy stretched out before her.
"OOOOOooooooohhhhhhh..." Susan sighed. "Oh, Tricia..." Tricia began to nuzzle into the sweetness of the wonderful cunt that lay before her. She began with a tender lapping of her tongue. Susan closed her eyes and the now steadily licking sent chills racing along her spine. She wanted to protest but then she fell back with a sigh of resignation as the incredible feeling of her sister-in-law's soft wet lips pressing tightly against her naked pussy continued. The swirling sensation began to build in her wide spread loins and although she still felt a soreness in her behind she ignored it and spread her legs still wider.
"AAAAAAAAaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" she groaned in a long soulful sigh.
Tricia was mesmerized by the taste that seeped into her hungry mouth. It was familiar and yet at the same time totally foreign to her. It was easy to know what to do to please the slightly older woman... she just did what she thought she herself would like to have done. Taking Susan's pointed little clitoris between her teeth, she moaned and writhed slowly on the moist grass down between Susan's trembling legs.
She was aware of the fact that the very thought of what she was doing would have horrified her had anyone suggested it under other circumstances... yet now, she was completely immersed in her sinful behavior, as surely as her face was immersed in her brother's wife's flamingly aroused pussy!
Susan shifted her long legs nervously, feeling herself melting with pleasure.
She knew she ought to push Tricia away... yet hadn't she herself begun their lewd embraces... hadn't this been what she'd wanted? No... she couldn't give up this new sensation... it had been so long since she'd felt anything approximating this bliss! Slowly, she put her hands down, pulling Tricia's head closer into her straining pussy! She could feel her husband's sister's beautiful blonde hair running through her fingers, and she felt Tricia licking still harder at the most sensitive places in her vagina in response to her touch.
"Oh, darling!" she cried, wriggling her hips upward... Oh, darling!"
"So long, old pal!" Both John and his friend Jack were staggering a little as they said good-bye to each other. But it didn't seem to matter. They were both feeling so good that nothing could spoil it.
"Christ, was there anything wrong with feeling good!!?" John thought as he wandered aimlessly in the direction he thought his daughter and daughter-in-law had taken. He couldn't exactly recall which way it was, but he figured he'd find them somewhere around the lake. There was no one around for miles and he enjoyed the feeling of privacy it gave him, and stopped to relieve himself against a big oak tree. Readjusting his pants, he continued his search for the two women. He was beginning to get a little worried, when he suddenly heard Susan's voice.
"Oh, God... Tricia... Oh! Oh your tongue!!!" He didn't really pay any attention to the meaning of the words. He was just glad he'd finally found them and that they could start homeward. He parted the dense foliage surrounding them and came upon a scene which he knew instantly would change his entire life!
Before him were the nakedly squirming buttocks of a petite but voluptuously formed woman. He knew them to be his daughter's before he knew anything else.
Hadn't he eyed their tender shapes enough times in various kinds of clothing? Hadn't he imagined to himself just how they would appear completely nude...
and didn't the heavenly shapes before him live up to those imaginings, tender curve for tender curve... right down to the pale rosy hue of each softly jiggling cheek? "Jesus Christ!" something inside his head screamed although he himself remained silent. The complete scene was apparent to him now. His own daughter was kneeling completely naked in front of him, spreading Jamie's wife's legs out still wider as she bent between them, her breasts dangling down to touch the insides of the curvaceous young woman's shapely thighs!
John's eyes bulged out in disbelief as Tricia's head burrowed down and was buried still deeper between Susan's wide-stretched thighs. He saw Susan let her head fall back again on the grass, and heard a stream of babbling sounds pour forth from her mouth.
"WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON?" he thought, feeling his blood pressure rise. "HOW CAN THIS BE HAPPENING!" But even while he was thinking these outraged thoughts, the heavenly apparition of his sweet daughter's nakedly trembling buttocks gave rise to another kind of response inside him. He found himself staring fixedly at them, and at the gemlike golden-haired pussy that was glistening visibly beneath as Tricia kneeled forward. His giant cock grew heavy and thick and rose precipitously in his pants.
"SHIT!" he cursed, "SHIT!!!!" Aside from the fact that he was watching his own eighteen-year-old daughter and his daughter- in-law, John realized that he was witnessing one of the most sensual performances he would ever hope to see!
Feeling numb all over except for the raging inside his swollen penis, he released his rampant instrument and let it jut obscenely out from his pants.
It behaved like a pointer pointing in the inevitable direction of his daughter's teasingly exposed genitals. He moved forward without another thought. There was really nothing to think about at that instant. Flesh was calling to flesh and he had to answer. All the rules had already been broken... and nothing seemed real anyway... perhaps none of it was really happening!
Susan began to cum... it was the second time... and she felt she could go on and on forever. "Oh, God," she thought, "A woman's touch was... sheer magic!" In a few moments she would reciprocate... she would let Tricia feel the wonderful things she was experiencing now. The young girl's small, hungrily nibbling mouth rubbed insistently against her warmly seeping cunt. HER OWN SISTER-IN-LAW! The tiny tongue flicked lewdly at her tortured flesh. Tricia's fingers had begun to slide over her nipples, pulling at them, making them harder and harder with each sensuous pull. Susan gasped out and cried as her orgasm struck... and then Tricia's tongue swirled violently inside the smooth wet walls of her climaxing cunt with an unprecedented force! Stars of joy exploded behind Susan's eyes and she felt as though she were being fed, inch by inch, through a gigantic wringer... all her life forces were combining and spiraling into a tumultuous climax.
She heard Tricia groaning too, and then, for some strange, unexplainable reason, felt her mouth suddenly grinding harder than ever at her now flooded and slippery pussy. But... something else was also going on!!! Susan opened her tightly clenched eyes slightly and was astounded to see her father-in-law's purple flushed face a few feet above her. His eyes were sightless, glazed with his incestuous lust... as he fucked forward again and again against his daughter, Tricia's, upturned little pussy... his thick cock already plunged to the hilt in the hot, velvety sheath of her blonde fuzzed cunt. Tricia was gasping and crying out, without releasing her oral hold on Susan's pussy, and her own inundated cunt gratefully received the obscene fucking she was getting!
When she'd first felt the strong hands locking her hips in place and the first thrust from behind into her nakedly exposed vagina, it had almost frightened her to death, but it had answered a silent prayer... for her whole body had been crying out for something... something just like this!! There was something familiar about it... something tender and wonderful, while at the same time masterful and strong!! This phantom cock slicing rhythmically up into her belly was the cock she had been waiting for all her life! Gratefully she accepted it... blindly and blatantly enjoying it... just as she was enjoying her lewd preoccupation with the warmly secreting hole between her sister- in-law's widespread thighs.
It was all so totally surrealistic that it didn't matter what she did... or who it was behind her. Everything seemed to fit in... everything was just as it should be! She was giving pleasure and receiving it!! What more could she ask at the moment!!! Her wounded psyche was at last being soothed by these two extraordinary events.
John knew that his daughter, Tricia's pussy would feel like this! He had always known it! His drunken lust increased second by second as he felt his golden girl responding to his wild fucking!
"OH YES BABY!" He cried out, completely beside himself. "LET DADDY DO IT TO YOU... LET YOUR DADDY FUCK YOU LIKE YOU SHOULD BE FUCKED!" "OH NO... DADDY... GOD, IS THAT YOU???" Tricia's muffled words were mostly lost in the deep recesses of her sister-in-law's wildly steaming pussy, but Susan heard them and in an agony of shuddering desire herself, she replied, "YES... YES, TRICIA... IT'S ME, BABY! IT'S DADDY!!!"
Nancy sat crouched outside the screened-in porch of the big house. No one could see her and she was glad of it! Everyone was acting so crazy that she figured she'd better stay out of it. The cool night air made her a little chilly, but she was determined to stay and hear everything that went on.
Carrie was pacing back and forth, drinking champagne... and had been for some time... ever since her son had run out of the house screaming all those dirty names at her! And then Uncle Ike had had to leave right after, when Grandma started screaming dirty names at him!!!
Nancy had been listening to her Grandmother talking out loud to herself as she waved her champagne bottle from side to side, stopping from time to time only to take another slug out of the bottle.
Nancy felt sorry she had caused Grandma so much pain, but it had been worth it to see her father in such a state. Who would have dreamed, though that Daddy would do it to his own mother??? Nancy was glad when the car finally drove up. Maybe now that Grandpa was back with her mother and Aunt Tricia... things would re-establish a semblance of normality. She hoped so... because she had decided that she too wanted to experience the same mysterious delights that everybody else in the family indulged in! And after thinking about it for some time, and crossing off first her father and then Uncle Ike... she realized that her Grandfather was the man she most admired in the whole world. If anyone was going to initiate her to the new delights her barely pubescent body craved... it had to be Grandpa!
As she watched her grandfather walk up toward the house, followed at some distance by her own auburn-haired mother and his daughter, Tricia, she could already feel her tiny pussy getting wet, all over again.
"I wonder what Grandpa's thing looks like?" she thought wondrously. "And I wonder if it will fit?"
Chapter 9
"How could I have done it?" Carrie Livingston awoke with a delicious sensation in her loins... that feeling that she had felt often before when as a young woman she had indulged herself with indefatigable lovers. This time however, she knew that it was not a question of some young man she had spent a pleasant afternoon with, but rather something much more serious... something she could hardly even admit to herself this morning. It had been with her own son-in-law!
Beside her, her husband John lay, snoring deeply in sleep. Carrie shifted her voluptuously formed body beneath the silk sheets. She looked over at her husband's craggy, handsome features. A terrible feeling of guilt swept over her as she realized that John hadn't an inkling of an idea just how far she had gone in her search for reassurance that she was still attractive to younger men.
"It's only because I was feeling so blue..." she thought, staring up at the mirrored ceiling she'd recently had installed. "That's why it all started...
once I let Ike do that to me on the porch... it was only a question of time before I did something even more perverted!" The smoky mirror on the ceiling reflected the image of a glamourous woman of uncertain years. Carrie's beautiful features and shining pale blonde hair had withstood the years with considerable grace, and even though she was a grandmother, many would never have guessed it. But she had been feeling more and more upset recently about growing older, that was one of the reasons she had persuaded John to let her redecorate their bedroom in the big house of their popular mountain resort. She had chosen a theme dear to her heart, and by the time she was finished the large bedroom with its two bathrooms would have done credit to the most finicky of Hollywood movie stars. It was "30's" posh, complete with circular bed, shaggy white rugs, smoked glass mirrors of a hazy blue tint on both the walls and the ceilings. There were several chaises with low accompanying cocktail tables, and a well-stocked bar. As for the bathroom that Carrie called her own, she had installed a large sunken tub of an octagonal shape choosing ornate lions heads for the spouting faucets.
Carrie had hoped that this, in addition to the new wardrobe she had purchased, would make her happy. But she found that it only accentuated the feeling of loneliness she had. In spite of her love for John, she still felt a need for something more exciting in her life. She knew that John thought her ideas were ridiculous, but he nevertheless went along with her... even when she had shown up at the first family dinner in that Marlene Dietrich see-through gown! She'd spent a lot of money having a dressmaker copy it for her... and the festive dinner had seemed to her just the occasion to wear it, even if it was a little daring!
Carrie turned over on her side, burying her head a little deeper in her pillow as she recalled her son Jamie's reaction to the dress, and how their bitter argument over it had led her to drink all that champagne, which had in turn made her respond to Ike's advances... her own son-in-law! She remembered his strong young fingers... and how they had insinuated themselves beneath her panties, moving upward, high into the already moist area of her golden haired pussy... slipping in and out, in and out, making her cry out against him. What a wonderful feeling of excitement and mounting desire she had felt. She could still feel excited just by the thought of her daughter Tricia's husband... and the very idea chilled her. But she knew, that there was worse than that to consider. With a groan, she tried to block it all out, but she only succeeded in thinking about it all the more.
Even though the fall morning was cool... the first cool day of a streak of searing Indian Summer days... Carrie felt unduly warm beneath the covers.
Perspiration formed on the portions of her body that were covered by her beige satin nightgown. Between the luscious thighs that had been so often admired by her first boyfriends, and then her adoring husband, and still later, intermittent lovers, there appeared a dewy moisture that curled the silk threads of Carrie's secret triangle of sex still further. She felt a tingling down there that was tantalizingly reminiscent of the powerful love-making she had enjoyed so thoroughly only the day before. Her breasts seemed to long to be touched again... and high inside in the tight darkness of her vaginal canal, she felt an emptiness, a longing that grew with each passing second.
Her hand slipped down to the hem of her nightgown, and slowly, she raised it, breathing softly so as not to awaken her sleeping husband. It seemed odd to her that he was sleeping so late that morning. Usually he was up at the first crack of dawn, and she was usually not long in following him. But she was grateful that he was sleeping like this... she needed all the time she could get to gather her nerves together, after her harrowing experience of the day before.
While Carrie's mind wandered, her fingers travelled the length of her long slender thigh. They moved slowly but surely toward the palpitating center of her being. The golden triangle of sex seemed to tense with the approach of her own hand, and she knew that she had to assuage this new onslaught of desire.
The entire lower half of her body felt unduly agitated as her fingers fumbled toward the hair-lined slit that enclosed the moist jewels of her cunt. The wet slit opened at the soft touch of her fingers and she let them dip into the soft fleshiness of the fuzz-lined lips.
"Aaah!" she gasped.
She parted her thighs ever so slightly and began to move her pearly painted fingernails from side to side and up and down, from the top of the tiny tip of her clitoris... already swollen and red, to the small gullies of flesh and the protruding inner lips... then down below to the hungry throbbing well of softly pulsating pussy.
"Oh, God!" she moaned almost out loud... her tongue felt thick and there was an excess of saliva in her mouth. Her own touches had aroused her almost beyond control, and she knew that she really needed more than this to satisfy her... much more!
Beside her, John snorted and grumbled something in his sleep. Instinctively, Carrie's hand moved sideways to touch his rock hard thigh. She had touched him like this so many mornings of their long marriage but this was the first time she felt this sense of desperation. John had always told her that one day she would go too far... AND THIS TIME SHE HAD! Her fingers slipped quickly between her husband's thighs, and to her surprise, instead of finding his outsized penis in a state of sleeping semi-erection... she found a raging hard-on! Her fingers were electrified by the feel of its hardness and its girth, and setting aside her original curiosity about the reasons for her husband's arousal, she set about increasing it. Deftly, she moved the thick foreskin all the way back, feeling the sleek round head of John's prick grow taut as it swelled up still more.
"OH!" Carrie gasped, as she felt him stir beside her. He grunted and shifted his hips up a little, forcing his cock through her hostly enclosing fingers.
It slid upward into the air, grazing against the covers of the bed.
She saw John's eyes spring open, and wordlessly, her own implored him.
"Oh, John," she thought, "if you only knew what I've done with our daughter's husband... if you only knew!" It seemed to her at the moment that by making love with her husband she might be able to erase the other love-making in which she had so shamelessly indulged. John's wildly rampaging cock in her belly would wipe out the memory of that other... those others!
Rising up, she rapidly tore away her night-gown, revealing the full curvaceous beauty of her body. The perfectly up-tilted breasts with their large aureoles, the thick nipples already hard and erect in anticipation of what was to come.
She had an old- fashioned figure, a small waist, curvaceous full blown hips that she kept trim by studious diets and exercises. She had the figure of a woman 15 years younger and she was justly proud of it.
As she moved close to her husband, her gaze seemed to say, "I have a body made for loving... these breasts were made for sucking... these hips and thighs for touching... and this honey patch between my legs... for fucking!!" She rose up like some pagan goddess over him, pulling the covers all the way back and revealing his naked torso. His abundant chest hairs once jet black, were now salt and pepper grey, just as his hair was silver tipped... but John Livingston had improved with age if anything, and Carrie marvelled at how handsome and strong he still was. WHY COULDN'T SHE HAVE JUST BEEN SATISFIED WITH WHAT SHE HAD??? How she had neglected John in the last few days since the family had arrived! Even though he hadn't seemed to mind, it was a terrible thing for her to have done, she thought... he had been only too happy to spend all that time with their daughter Tricia, even though she suspected that that was the primary reason he had set up this whole family reunion idea! And what a mess it had turned out to be... Nobody seemed to be getting along... and now with what she had done on the front porch with their son-in-law, she was sure that her son and daughter's families would be departing that very day... if they hadn't already left!
But now... if she could just feel John's wonderful big cock... just have him fucking her good... it seemed like she could make it all go away... everything could be different!... She straddled her rapidly awakening husband's legs, letting her huge, perfectly formed breasts softly cushion against his chest as she leaned forward over him. The erect thickness of his cock grazed the open slit of her vagina, but she slid down so that she could lay a moment flat upon him. "Carrie!" John whispered hoarsely... his wife's name catching in his throat as the full impact of her body against his struck him. The expensive scent of her French perfume drifted into his flared nostrils as her silken blonde hair brushed against his face. GOD HE LOVED HER! he thought... and to think he'd scarcely thought of her since the kids had come up... since Tricia... The image of his smiling golden haired daughter swept across his mind, and he felt his heart pounding wildly at the mere thought of her! He began a little short bucking movement upward against Carrie, feeling acutely tormented by his thoughts. Yet, the womanly feel of his wife's soft, sensuously warm skin pressing against his was overpowering, and he momentarily sought to push his real problems to the back of his mind. Carrie wanted him...
and when they had first married he had promised never to let his glamorous young wife down. He sensed that he already had in some way... but at least, no matter what his shortcomings... he would make this morning memorable for her!
"Honey..." he cried into her hair... as she started wriggling about on top of him, and he felt his cock stirring impatiently against her soft belly.
Firmly, he cupped his wife's trembling buttocks in his hands, enjoying the sensuous mounds as he kneaded them beneath his fingers. He separated them, and pushed them back, and then pulled up on them, signalling to Carrie that he wanted her to kneel up. Breathing heavily, Carrie knelt over him, one knee on either side of his loins. The swollen tip of his prick rose before her like a saddle horn, and for a moment, she held onto it, with both hands. She felt like she would scream if he didn't put it up inside her shortly. Her hotly seeping vagina was aching with desire as she lifted herself up high enough so that she could get his hardened cock into her. The pink inner folds of her silken pussy felt moist and ready, and she knew he would slide all the way up into her waiting belly the very first time!
"NOW!" she urged, "NOW!" John's hands were around her waist as he pushed her downward. In the same motion she ground her buttocks around teasingly and plunged herself down onto his rock-like cock.
The thick bulging rod entered with a tremendous impact, moving forcefully into the willing entranceway to Carrie's eagerly welcoming cunt. The yielding pink flesh of the interior walls rippled in tiny folds before it, offering absolutely no resistance to the heavily invading cock, as Carrie's thigh muscles relaxed, letting the working thickness expand up inside her vaginal walls. She felt a blinding desire filling her as though it were a real inner pressure that had to get out. It pressed against her insides, threatening to burst her apart!
"AAAAAAAAAAH!" Carrie gurgled and twisted above her husband, squirming her buttocks, and grinding them down upon his thighs as his cock struck the very far end of her desperately straining pussy. "OH GOD, JOHN...OH YOU'RE RIGHT THERE!" She leaned forward to kiss him, letting her tongue move swiftly beyond his teeth into his mouth, shifting wildly to every corner of his oral cavity.
"NNNNNNNNGHH!" she groaned. Without moving the rest of his body, John flexed his cock inside her, feeling her wonderfully clenched cunt tightening up against his cock as her cervix received the delicious tickling of his prick head.
"OH JOHN, JOHN!" Carrie cried out, she could feel herself going to pieces. She wanted to feel more and more of it, and began to slide herself up and down, by flexing and unflexing her knees... rising tip and then sinking back.
"AAAAAH!" Carrie felt the acute white hot pleasure coursing through her vagina, shooting fireworks through her womb as her husband's giant cock thudded hard up inside her.
"OOoomp!" she would exclaim each time she sunk back again onto its sturdy mass. She felt a warm dizzying delight as its rock-hard girth impaled her.
John watched, fascinated as his wife's beautiful face changed to a mask of pure lust. Her blonde hair was disheveled and her firmly rounded breasts swayed and jerked above him. He lifted his head up and took one tiny ripe nipple in his mouth, holding on to it as Carrie continued her wild up and down fucking motions above him.
"OH CHRIST!" he thought, "I'M GONNA CUM!" His cock felt unbearably hard and Carrie's erotic motions were just too much to take! But he grunted and held on, lifting her up by the waist, so that she was suspended just above his tingling cock.
"No... John... let me go... let me go... don't stop now!" Carrie cried, tears rising to her eyes. Frantically, she struggled to let his rigid cock enter her once more, and as John gave in, she gave a low moan. It was happening. Her orgasm seemed to rush to greet the renewed entry of her husband's fiercely swollen cock. It gathered her up in its momentum and she felt as if she were being flung against a wall. Wave after wave of excruciating pleasure inundated her sensitized womb. Something like a white flare illuminated her brain, filling it with just one lewdly unthinkable thought... just one person... HER SON... HER GROWN SON JAMIE! ! !
John felt his sperm racing wildly from his exploding testicles, speeding hotly along the full length of his tormented cock. It was wonderful, pure release! A feeling of bliss rushed in to replace the spurting liquid that splashed around up inside Carrie's insanely climaxing womb.
"OH JESUS!" he cried, completely dazzled by the strength of his orgasm.
"OOOOOOOOH! TRICIA HONEY!!!"
His daughter's sweet face... her body... her downy soft cunt... all were made real to him once more as he felt the crest of his climax. For those brief seconds, he actually was with her... with her again!
"OOOOOH DADDY'S CUMMING DADDY'S CUMMING!" he cried, completely beyond himself.
It was long moments later before either John or Carrie spoke. They were lying close together, still feeling the echoes of their splendid love-making. High in her still pulsing pussy, Carrie could feel the presence of her husband's spent member. She lay upon him, her head buried in the crook of his neck.
Finally she spoke.
"John... I... I heard what you said when you were cumming in me. Do you know what you said?" John was slow to answer, but finally he realized he had to admit it... had to get it off his mind or go crazy... even if it meant an end to him and Carrie!!
"Yes... yes I know... I called Tricia... God forgive me!" Carrie sighed heavily. Her original confusion and shock at her husband's words were turning rapidly to something else. Could it be... she wondered, that just as she was attracted to their son... John was attracted to their daughter, Tricia?? Suddenly she saw a way out... her actions thought still reprehensible, seemed to lose some of their horror as she realized that she was not the only one in the world who had such desires. John had always been a little too fond of Tricia she realized now... clearly his "fondness" had gone a little too far...
It was very similar to her case... although not exactly the same... and she intended to tell him so... Of course she wouldn't tell him everything... just enough to extract a promise from him!
"John, darling, don't feel bad," she whispered. She could feel his heart beating hard against her naked breasts. "I have a confession to make... I...
uh... understand... yes, believe it or not... I do understand why you could want to do it to our daughter." "BUT WHY... HOW HOW COULD ANYONE... !!!" "SHHH! Let me talk... let me finish... I myself have felt certain feelings about Jamie... I think perhaps its a natural thing... I mean psychologically speaking... perhaps mothers and sons and fathers and daughters always feel these things!" She paused, thinking fast. "The thing to do," she continued, "is to ignore them... we must ignore them!" "Yes..." John replied, hesitantly, seeing a glimmer of hope for the first time since his confrontation with his daughter the day before. "Ignore them..." he repeated.
"You must promise me... just as I will promise you... to ignore them in the future... FOR THE SAKE OF THE FAMILY!!!" "OH CARRIE... I PROMISE... I PROMISE!" John sobbed. He meant it sincerely and tears of relief slid down his cheeks. He realized he would not have to admit to Carrie what he had done. How Tricia's fresh pink buttocks had waved before him, twisting and turning his mind as surely as if he had been brain-washed.
How he had fucked her over and over, his rampant cock smashing into her hard, slamming against her... How she had cried out and he had shouted her name to the trees... He would not have to tell Carrie any of this! And what was more, he wouldn't have to tell her what he had found their daughter doing in the bushes. He was glad to be able to promise Carrie anything! And he felt within his heart that he would never... never touch his daughter again.
"I promise!" he repeated to his wife, hugging her nakedness to him.
Carrie felt her husband's prick begin to thicken again within her, and a bolt of pleasure skipped through her. She felt good... almost elated.
"And I promise... I'll never think such things about Jamie again!" she sighed.
"Never never again. After all... they have their families... their own families. We have to let them go... we have to..." She stopped, realizing that she was about to say too much. After all, she didn't want John to know exactly what had happened. She didn't want him to think that anything had happened at all!
Heaven only knew what he would do if he knew that she had not only allowed Jamie to watch her being made love to by Tricia's husband... their own son-in-law... but that this sight had so unbalanced him, that he himself had made love to her! AND SHE HAD LET HIM! LET HER OWN SON'S HARD COCK FUCK HER BETWEEN HER WIDESPREAD LEGS UNTIL SHE HAD ALMOST PASSED OUT! HOW COULD SHE EVER ADMIT TO ANYONE, EVEN HERSELF THAT SHE HAD NEVER FELT ANYTHING LIKE IT BEFORE IN HER ENTIRE LIFE??" She was bouncing up and down a little on John's swelling penis. She lifted her head up, rearing backwards and shaking her head. Her piercing blue eyes met John's.
"Oh, Darling... fuck me good... let's do it again! We need each other... we really do!!" John's cock leaped to full erection high inside her warmly quivering pussy, and clenching her vaginal muscles tightly around it, she took that for his answer.
Chapter 10
Carrie was hopeful that she was making the right impression. She had worn the most matronly clothes she owned, a conservative deep blue two piece suit. As she stood at the head of the table, she tried to surmise the effects of the speech she had just made. The members of her family sat quietly enough, and she felt that she had won them over. At the beginning of the lunch in the spacious private dining-room of the big house, both her son and daughter had declared their intentions of leaving directly after the meal.
She looked at Jamie to see his reaction. He was looking sullenly down at this plate. Beside him, his wife, Susan sat with an indecisive expression on her face. She looked as if she had been crying, Carrie noticed, feeling another stab of guilt as she thought of what havoc she might have caused in her son's family. Their child, little Nancy, seemed happy enough though... that was one thing, that Carrie felt thankful for...
"Jamie?" Carrie said, boldly trying to get her son to look back at her. "Shall we rise above the problems we've had...? Shall we all try to triumph over our differences?" Without saying anything too specific Carrie had tried to appeal to everyone's sense of family unity.
Jamie looked resentfully at his mother. "We'll stay until the end of the week!" he growled. She had some gall he thought! But he had to give her credit. Her talk had done a lot to calm him down... and she was right... they would all have to somehow survive what had happened yesterday. He could not control the shaking of his hands, and had finally given up trying to eat anything at all. He sensed his wife's anguish as she sat beside him. He had given her a hard time, he knew... he'd left his mother and Ike and run out of the house... screaming. He'd gone straight to their cabin and spent what seemed like hours in the shower, futilely trying to cleanse himself of what he had done to his own mother. It felt as though her scent had been burned into him. No amount of washing had gotten rid of it, and he could still smell it, sitting there at the table. His mind had almost succeeded in blocking out the shame he felt... but that scent lingered! It was that mixture of her musky perfume and her sensual sexual odors that kept coming back to him at the most unwanted moments. He realized now, that all his life his mother's smell had haunted him, and now... at last, at least everything was out in the open.
Clearly, he had always wanted to do to her what he had done yesterday, when placed in the incredible position of watching his mother being royally screwed by another man, his own sister's husband, he had intervened and taken her himself... brutally true, but with more pleasure than he would have dreamed possible!
Jamie wondered if his father had any idea about what she was capable of! But his searing resentment of his mother and her "modern" ideas was somewhat tempered by what he himself had been "forced" to do... Really, he was hardly any better than she was! He thought back upon his life... his marriage to his wife Susan was practically meaningless, their sex life almost nill... He'd been fucking that little secretary from the office in just about every weird position she could think of... and that was enough satisfaction for him. He found their daughter, Nancy, sullen and unresponsive to him... sometimes he even suspected that the little girl hated him! His wife, Susan, in any case had every right to hate him, he thought, the way he treated her, neglecting her, criticizing everything she did! But he couldn't seem to help it. He had stubbornly refused all offers from his parents to come up and help manage the successful resort... preferring to try to make it on his own in the advertising world. But that was easier said than done, and sometimes Jamie wondered if it was worth it. Still, he had yet to reconcile himself to returning to his parent's summer resort, Livingston's'... largely because he didn't want to be that close to his father and mother!
And now that the worst had happened, he had agreed to put up with another week of it! He cursed under his breath, damning the whole idea of this reunion and wishing it could be over with on the spot! Across from him, Ike was cracking jokes as though nothing had happened. "WHAT AN ASS!" Jamie thought, watching the man who had so recently become his mother's ]over. "I should have followed my first impulse and killed him!" Jamie fumed. Beside Ike, Jamie's sister sat, drawn and pale, shifting nervously in her seat.
"How could Tricia have ever married such a creep!!?" Jamie thought, recalling the fact that Ike had not only made love to his mother, but had filmed the act on his video tape machine. It occurred to Jamie that Ike probably forced his sister, Tricia, to do all sorts of things in front of that damned machine of his! "One day I'm gonna beat the hell out of him!" Jamie stood up abruptly and tersely excusing himself, left the table, leaving everyone, including his wife and daughter, to stare after him.
"Well, we certainly are a high spirited family!" Ike quipped, loudly. He looked after his brother-in-law, surmising many of the latter's thoughts. "I know he hates my guts..." he thought, "after all, I married his sister and I fucked his mother. That's enough to get any man down!" He was inwardly very pleased about Jamie's discomfort, however, because he knew that his brother-in- law had always felt superior to him... in fact all of Tricia's family thought that she was too good for him... and now it was beginning to get pretty clear that... as a family, the Livingston's left something to be desired!
His ears still burned from the names Carrie had called him, right after that little scene with Jamie. After Jamie ran out of the room, she had turned on him... blaming him for everything... for putting the wrong video tape on the machine... she had actually accused him of substituting the tape of them fucking in her bedroom for the one of the family volley ball game! That woman had to be crazy! He smiled at her now, but even as he smiled, he felt a resentment for her welling up inside him. If she thought she could just use him like that and toss him off with a lot of dirty words, she was very wrong!
She was the one who had started the whole thing by letting him finger her cunt on the back porch, and he really couldn't be blamed for taking her up on it.
His manly pride was badly damaged, and this beautiful older woman was the cause of it. AND HE DIDN'T INTEND TO LET HER GET AWAY WITH IT!
He felt his wife Tricia stir beside him. She had clapped her napkin to her face, and trying to stifle her sobs, she too asked to be excused. She had asked Ike to take her back to New York right away... but he had refused. He wanted to stick around Livingston's to get a few things straightened out!
Besides, he felt Tricia couldn't have any really good reason for leaving anyway. She seemed to have been having a good enough time paling around with her "dear old daddy" during the last few days. She could just wait until he was ready to go now... after she had managed to drag him up to the stupid reunion in the first place!
"Excuse me, every-body..." Tricia said. She just couldn't sit there any longer. Now that she knew that she and Ike were going to be spending another week there, she was so upset that she could hardly keep back her tears. She hurried away from the table at which she had steadfastly refused to look at either her father, or at Susan. She just couldn't believe that her life had been utterly and completely ruined! That in one afternoon she could have done something so completely irreversible that she would never, ever get over it!
She ran as soon as she left the house, stumbling frequently as she made her way to the cabin she and Ike shared. She couldn't look her father in the face... and Susan! Well, she didn't know quite how, but she thought that Susan was responsible for everything that had happened. All those drinks they'd had... and Susan looking at her like that when she was lying on the grass...
talking about her breasts... "Oh, God!" Susan gasped. "What kind of a pervert am I?" If she hadn't given in to the other woman... her father never would have come and caught them in that horrid lewd position! He never would have been tempted to do what he did to her naked body!
Tricia finally reached the cabin, which in season was normally occupied by Livingston's paying guests. She threw open the door and ran in, and fell sobbing upon the bed. Deep in her belly the heat still dwelled, the panties she had put on a short while ago were already drenched. Her lovely white thighs felt hot and she was covered with perspiration. Her delicate hair-fringed vagina felt sensitive and exposed even though she was fully dressed. She felt swollen and stretched down there where her father's giant penis had entered her, filling her totally. How could it have felt so hard and yet so gentle at the same time? "OH DADDY!" she gasped in despair, cradling her head in her arms. "DADDY!"
Back at the house, Carrie took the last spoonful of diet gelatin that she usually had for dessert. She was disappointed that the apple pie she had made for lunch was largely ignored by the family. But she was grateful for the fact that at least she was going to get another chance at being a good mother and a good mother-in-law... not to mention grandmother! She silently resolved to do everything possible to create a healthy atmosphere for her family. Things were bound to be a little strained for a while, she thought... but she had confidence that she could get them back on the right track.
Meanwhile she decided to leave the remaining members of the family at the table and retire to her bedroom. She needed a good stiff cocktail after the ordeal of lunch!
Nancy looked after her grandmother as she left the table. Even though she was only 10 years old, she was beginning to feel like a hundred! Her little brain was chocked full of information... most of which nobody knew but her. Life had become far more interesting than she had ever thought possible. At the table now, were her mother, her grandfather, and Uncle Ike. And Nancy was curious to see just who would excuse themselves next! She was very amused by her father's actions... in fact, she found she liked him much better now that he was no longer so nasty and self- assured. Her little trick of the day before had certainly been worth it!
She had had Uncle Ike teach her everything about his video tape machine, and knowing that he'd made a tape of himself and grandma making love, she'd substituted it for the family volley ball game, after suggesting that her father, Uncle Ike and Grandma watch it. WHAT FUN! She herself had watched everything from the window. She was sorry that her father had gotten so upset... but HOW COULD SHE HAVE KNOWN THAT HE WOULD ACTUALLY MAKE LOVE WITH HIS OWN MOTHER?! It had been quite a sight alright... what with Uncle Ike's thing in Grandma's mouth and Daddy poking her from the back! Her own baby sex organs had responded to the lewd sight and she had found herself envying her grandmother... not only for the obvious pleasure she was enjoying, but for the POWER she seemed to have over the men in her life!
She too longed to have this kind of power, and already she could feel the stirrings of womanhood in her blood. She knew the women in her family bloomed early... and the beginnings of breasts were already forming on her smoothly youthful chest. There were a few thin red curls of pubic fuzz starting on the puffy little mound between her thighs... but most of all... mentally, she was definitely READY! From the moment she had discovered the strange things that went on between the men and women in her family, she had become determined to make herself a part of the fun! What was fascinating was the big fuss everybody made over the things they did... there were always tears and anger and shouting out loud... and Nancy didn't think that most of it was necessary.
When her big moment came, she felt that she would be able to handle it with a minimum of problems... at least she hoped so... because she had already decided upon the person she admired most in the family... The person who would know the most and be able to show her everything. GRANDPA! Already her little brain was whirring away, trying to figure out how to accomplish her goal. Her eyes were bright and alert as she observed her grandfather... down at the other end of the table. His face was slightly flushed, she noticed as he downed his third or fourth drink. He hadn't spoken a word to anyone at the table and it was already starting to get dark when John left his study. He had been drinking steadily ever since lunch that afternoon, and now, he felt none too steady on his feet. He was holding his grand-daughter, Nancy's, note in his hands, looking it over one more time with a puzzled expression on his face.
"I wonder why she wants me to meet her over at the old cabins?" The old cabins were no longer in use, but were still standing and in fairly good shape on a distant part of the extensive grounds of "Livingstons." They were replaced by the more modern buildings when John and Carrie had the entire place redone.
John carried his glass along with him as he wandered slowly over the sloping hills of his property. He was feeling pretty good now. Several drinks and the prospect of some kind of decent relationship with his daughter after all, even though he had fucked her half silly yesterday, had made him more optimistic than he had been earlier. The steady tinkling of the ice in his glass had a soothing effect, and the obvious affluence of his resort brought back to him the fact that he was a highly successful selfmade man, no matter what his family problems!
He let his mind turn to his little granddaughter and as the small wooden cabins came into view, he finally decided that the little girl probably needed someone to talk to. No doubt she had noticed that the members of her family were acting rather strangely... poor kid was probably a little upset. He resolved to reassure her... after all it was mostly his fault... but from now on... things would be different around "Livingstons" if he had anything to say about it!" In this mood of confidence, John entered the first cabin. All was darkness inside, and after calling his granddaughter's name several times, he realized that she wasn't there. He left the building, and entered the next cabin and then the next, beginning to wonder if Nancy was playing a practical joke on him. He was getting a little nervous. In the sixth and last cabin, he downed the last of his potent drink and placed the glass on a low table that he could just barely make out in the semi-darkness.
"Nancy... Nancy... are you in here???" Why was he getting so nervous, he wondered... it was almost as if he expected to find his daughter, Tricia there. His own little girl who was now a grown woman... would she ever get over what he'd done to her??? "Here I am, Gramps!" Nancy's small voice came to him out of the shadows, and he jumped at its sound. He turned rapidly toward it and peered into the near darkness...
finally making out a form on the bed.
"NANCY!" he said loudly... "What are you doing here? What is it you want...
Come on out of here... you know there is no electricity!" "I just wanted to talk to you Gramps... I'm here on the bed..." John stumbled over a chair, almost falling in his inebriated state, and then reached the bed where his granddaughter lay. He sat down heavily beside her, reaching into his pocket for a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his forehead.
"WELL?" he was beginning to get angry. "Here I am! What do you want to talk about!" It was eerie. Nancy began to chat with him about all sorts of things. All in a baby soft voice that seemed to pierce his heart with poignancy. His mind began to wander as she talked and he recalled how Tricia had sounded when as a child she would seek him out and talk to him for hours about her problems. God how he missed those days! Now his grandchild was talking to him in the same way...
and he felt like crying because of the bitter sweet sensation it caused to well up inside him.
He really wasn't listening very closely to what she was saying... the sound of her voice seemed almost more important than what she was saying. He couldn't even see her very well, but from time to time her eyes seemed to gleam, and he could feel her small body shifting and squirming around on the bed. "You must have had lots of experience with women..." For the first time, John was hearing every word. WHAT WAS THE CHILD TALKING ABOUT? "I bet you had lots of girlfriends..." John gulped. The tiny figure stirred beside him. She was still lying down. He wished she would sit up.
"I wish you would sit up, sweetie... and I don't understand what it is you're getting at... I mean why all this talk of my girlfriends... do you have some kind of problem?" "Yes..." There was a long pause. "I thought maybe you could tell me a few things... like how it will be when I have a boyfriend. I mean... what we'll do!" John jumped back a little as though he were afraid of her. He could smell the fresh little girl scent of her there beside him, and he felt goose pimples forming on his skin at her bold words.
"Oh Gramps!" Nancy suddenly cried out, lifting herself up and throwing her arms around him, her long red braids flopping behind her. "You've got to teach me... tell me... I've just got to know everything!" Her lips pressed hurriedly on his in a frantic kiss.
"Oh Gramps... please... I'm so ready... the things I've seen!!" John tried to disentangle himself from his little granddaughter, the harder he pulled on her, the tighter she clung... her arms firmly clasped about his neck.
"SEEN??? WHAT HAVE YOU SEEN?" he managed to blurt out... worried for a second that somehow Nancy might know about what he had done with her mother, his own daughter. But logically, he knew it was impossible for her to have seen them... they had been miles away from the house... but what had she seen then? Nancy continued to plant kisses about her grandfather's face. She pushed herself as close to him as possible, nudging her tiny breasts against his chest.
"Uh... nothing..." she replied... "Uh... I mean the animals... on the farm down the road..." After all she didn't want to tell her grandfather all that she had witnessed between Grandma and her daddy, and Uncle Ike!
"Don't be silly..." John felt a very odd sensation in his groin... In spite of himself, he realized that he wasn't pushing young Nancy's tightly clinging body away from him with as much muscle as he could. He suddenly felt drunker than he thought he was, as though something chemical were happening inside him that he was powerless to prevent.
Nancy only increased the pressure of her body against his as she pushed the softness of her mouth against his... parting her lips a little as she had seen her grandmother do. Her mouth felt on fire... and even though she had never kissed like this before, she was confident that she was giving a pretty good imitation of the real thing. With a rush of pleasure, she realized that her reluctant grandfather was responding to her. In his mouth she could taste the whiskey he had drunk, but it only added to her excitement. A new power was surging through her as she became more and more certain of her grandfather's reaction to her bold advances. She could feel him pressing back, their bodies melting slowly but surely into each other as they began to fall back onto the bed together.
Nancy could hear her grandfather making a kind of whimpering noise deep in his throat, and knowing that that was a sign of his arousal, she felt a mounting pride within her that she, as young as she was, and without big titties or anything could make such a thing!
Even so, she was just a tiny bit frightened about what she hoped would happen.
Would she be able to stand it... would her grandfather's hard, virile penis that she could already feel rising and poking against her, ever fit into her tight virgin little pussy? "No... Nancy, no... this is... I can't..." John's thick cock was bulging at his trousers. Little Nancy beside him, was wearing a short mini-skirt, and her legs were winding about his with a compulsiveness that started panic rising inside him. His dazed mind boggled at the seriousness of this little girl's intentions, and all he could really concentrate on was his daughter... how his daughter Tricia had been at the same age... Yes, that odd dream he had had about her once when she had been just Nancy's age... He felt as though he was reliving it! All this had happened once before, but it had been a dream...
perhaps... this too was a dream! He felt his rampant cock jerking crazily, the bulbous head growing thick and full with the pulsing blood... his testicles full and heavy with excitedly building sperm! He moaned as his large rough hand moved steadily up along the baby-like smoothness of his granddaughter's naked young leg.
"Oh!" Nancy cried out "Oh Grandpop!" His exploring fingers felt alive with a fire of their own... Nancy's smooth young skin seemed to burn the tips as he drew nearer and nearer the sacred area of the little 10 year old's baby cunt.
"God... it's good!" he thought... "IT'S TOO GOOD TO PASS UP!" In a few moments... seconds... he would be touching her little pussy... working his middle finger in there... feeling it hot and moist on his teasingly cupping palm!
"OH JESUS!" he moaned "Don't make me do it baby!" But the words had little to do with anything now... he had no intention of stopping... He couldn't have stopped then, even if he had wanted to! He pulled her toward him a little with his other hand and suddenly he was there! SHE WASN'T WEARING ANY PANTIES! The small puffy lips of Nancy's little pussy were hot and almost hairless... the thin, already pulsating little slit smooth like a baby's, and John gasped at the feel of it, his cock hard as a hammer, the blood racing wildly in his veins. His granddaughter's tongue mingled with the copious juices in his mouth.
"Please... please..." she murmured directly into his mouth, her legs moving about over his, her belly rubbing slowly in a tormenting motion against his groin.
He felt like his cock was ready to thrust right up through his pants, to get to the moist little crevice that began to slip and slide wetly beneath his fingers. It was all terribly wrong... but he could not help himself. He kept thinking of Tricia and that dream... and then the stark reality that he had actually fucked his own grown daughter... and in the confusion, he let his fingers tease into the seeping, trembling pit of Nancy's almost hairless little pussy.
Nancy began to moan as fingers grew more and more insisting, plying the sweet soft flesh back and forth, starting an unbearably pleasurable sensation that was every bit as wonderful as Nancy had suspected it would be.
Her grandfather's finger wormed into her tiny virginal pussy and she could feel ripples of moisture and pleasure emanating from between her legs. Her whole being felt drawn to this wonderful center and she felt open and warm.
Tentatively at first, and then more and more, she began to tilt her hips upward ever so slightly, making her grandfather's finger push still deeper into her tightly virginal cunt. The full length of his index finger covered the top to bottom of the tenderly throbbing slit, and it moved down and down between her slightly spread thighs until it touched at the small vertical mouth of her naked little pussy.
"Oh! That's nice... that's soo nice!" Nancy moaned, urging him on, when she thought that her grandfather was about to stop. He was breathing heavily into her now, chest heaving against her small breasts. He turned inward toward her, and she could feel the bulbous head of his enormous cock pressing and jerking against her naked thigh through the rough material of his pants.
"Can... can I hold it, Gramps?" she whispered, finally, realizing that if she didn't ask he might never take it out.
The words made his already swollen cock leap to even greater proportions. His finger was worming forward into the never before touched lips of the slowly writhing little girl's pussy. He thought for a split second that he might cum then and there. Sweat was pouring from him and he could feel his work shirt sticking to his back. She was wriggling her body still harder against him.
With a groan, he reached down and pulled at the zipper of his fly, feeling her catch her breath as she realized what he was doing. As his hardened cock bounced out from his fly, it struck against the naked skin of Nancy's smoothly firm upper thigh. She automatically jerked backwards at its hot rubbery touch.
Her hand slipped down, and John found himself moving to assist her. Covering her small hand with his, he guided her unerringly to his excitedly pulsing rod. There was an instant when he felt her pulling back, but it was too late for him to let her stop now. She wanted to touch it, and by God, she was going to!!
"OH!" she cried out, "Oh Gramps... it's... it's so big... I mean it's much bigger than I thought!" Awesome terror raced through her ten year old body and mind as she realized that her grandfather's heavy rod that at that moment twitched lewdly and hugely in her palm, was much larger than either of the two male penises that she had already seen... her father's and Uncle Ike's! It had never occurred to her that there would be so many different sizes... and the whole concept of it floored her. Not to mention the fact that she knew that it would never... never fit inside her! And, she had so hoped that it would!
John was hardly listening to his suddenly fearfully cringing young granddaughter as she began to protest. With one hand, he maintained her small fist about his veiny cock, with the other he continued the delightful exploration of the hotly quivering little pussy between her naked thighs. He worked up harder and higher into the tightly clenched little opening, moaning a little bit from time to time as it felt especially good to his proding finger. Little by little Nancy forgot her worry as the wickedly exciting sensations began to grow stronger in the depths of her hairless little cuntal opening. A seeping warmth was spreading from her womb to all her body. She began to cry out with delight as the advancing finger finally reached her cervix, and John began to tickle at the cushiony surface at the far end of his little granddaughter's baby tight pussy.
"OH, GOD..." he moaned, over and over, "OH, GOD!" He moved his finger frantically back and forth, feeling her hand tighten its grip about his raging cock. The wet folds of her burning little pussy engulfed his thick finger hungrily as her body molded to his. She was pressing her grandfather's desire-hardened cock beyond endurance, and John could feel the heavy load of thick male sperm building insistently up inside his swollen testicles.
"OH, Nancy... my own little Nancy John began to croon her name, wondering in a fit of desperation if he would actually attempt to do to her virginal young cunt what his body was demanding of him.
"Sooo young..." he murmured into her sweetly clinging mouth... "you're so young!" His middle finger searched upward inside her... if only he could though... if only he could really fuck her!
just the thought made him feel crazy. With his thumb he flicked at the throbbing point of her clitoris without stopping the deep thrusting into her now gratefully gyrating-cunt. She was right, he thought... she really was ready! He heard a soft moan and then a harsh womanly growl came from her throat. "Oh God..." if I were only fucking up inside her now!" he thought, as warmly accepting walls of Nancy's awakened little pussy began to contract hotly around his middle finger.
"Yes... honey... OH YES!" he yelled at her, "do it... do it... CUM FOR GRAMPS!" He fingerfucked his finger as high up into her sweetly climaxing cunt as hard and fast as he could. At the same time he pushed his rockhard prick fiercely through her clasping fingers, moving close in to her so that it touched against the smooth naked flesh of her soffly trembling belly.
"AAAAAH!" he growled, and his words mingled with her cries of her orgasm.
"OOOOOOOOOH YES, OH GRAMPS OH IT'S HEAVEN IT'S HEAVEN! I love it... oh, I LOVE YOU GRAMPS I... " "CHRIST!" John was cumming too. His big cock, unable to stand any more, started spurting against her smooth, whitely jerking belly. Wave after wave of his thick white semen gushed outward and raced over her naked flesh. His body ground spasmodically into hers, his finger still fucking up inside her, thrusting, tickling, increasing the powerful orgasm he knew she was experiencing. The delicate pink ridges of her orgasmically seeping young vagina moved and contracted wildly as she continued to cum deliciously around his fingering digit. She clung dizzfly to him, overwhelmed by what was happening... never having dreamed she could feel such a strong sensation, even though she had secretly witnessed her grandmother's extreme climaxes on more than one occasion.
It was better than anything she could have imagined, and she whimpered with emotion, crying out her pleasure, tears streaming down her pale cheeks. The cabin bed creaked beneath their gyrating bodies, until finally they were still. John's heavy breathing filled the small room. The sheets and covers were soaking wet beneath them, and Nancy's short dress was hopelessly wrinkled. Nancy shuddered against her grandfather and then twisted her body a little to the side. His finger was still imbedded deep within her tingling pussy, and the change of angle set off another short, quick little orgasm inside her. Her hand closed again around the wet semi-hard prick that had just inundated her belly with its heated jism, and her thighs began to quiver, her cervix once more hungrily extracting pleasure from her stunned grandfather.
"OOOOH OOOOOOOOH AGAIN AGAIN GRAMPS!" she crooned desperately, "AGAIN!"
Chapter 11
Tricia walked slowly in the direction she had seen her father take some time ago. She had been waiting for him to retum, having decided that she had to talk to him about what had happened between tbem. She had to somehow try to explain why he had caught her doing such an evil thing with Susan... for she believed this to be the primary cause of his actions with her.
"It really is all my fault!" she told herself once more as she headed toward the deserted cabins. She felt oddly calm now though... originally she had been ready to leave her husband Ike... to return home to live... but now, she knew that no matter how awful Ike was, she had to give her marriage another chance.
Hadn't her body made it perfectly clear to her that the things she felt for her father, weren't entirely normal? She had loved him so well throughout her childhood, and loved him and looked up to him as an adult. SHE HAD LOVED HIM A BIT TOO WELL! She had to tell him this now... to tell him that it wasn't his fault. She had seen his suffering face at lunch, and she longed to sooth the pain she had read there.
"Daddy..." she called softly... "Daddy...!" "Where could he have gone to... ?" she wondered aloud. She didn't see any reason why he would be down by the old cabins anyway... and suddenly a fear took hold of her... Supposing he was going to do something foolish... like...
Her mind hardly dared to form the thought of suicide, but remembering how she herself had felt after the incredible carnal experience with her father, she knew that it wasn't too far fetched a thought! Panic stricken, she ran to the old grey buildings, barging into the first one, screaming her father's name.
"OH GOD, DADDY... PLEASE, WHERE ARE YOU?" Not finding him there, she ran from cabin to cabin until she reached the last one. By that time, she was convinced that she would find him there... in a state near death... it would be too late to save him... She imagined all sorts of terrible thoughts, and she was so afraid of what she would find that she pushed the creaky old door open very slowly, and entered silently, feeling the blood pounding hard at her temples.
"Oh... Gramps... Gramps... It's so good... so goooood! MORE! MORE! MORE!" Nancy's voice pleaded.
"HONEY NO... I WON'T PLAY WITH YOUR PUSSY ANY MORE... DON'T MAKE ME!" Tricia froze at the sound of her father's voice. There were just no two ways to interpret what was going on, and Tricia's first horrified reaction was a piercing scream.
"DADDDDY! NO! NO! NOT WITH LITTLE NANCY... NO!" and then she was turning and stumbling blindly out of the cabin. She hadn't seen them... and yet there was a perfect image of their obscene lewdness imprinted on her mind. She ran in an awkward zig-zag, still mumbling out with pain and disbelief. If she had been worried that her world was ruined before, now it was completely beyond repair.
She began to laugh hysterically as she ran, recalling that she had once thought of her husband Ike as a monster... when in reality the monster was her own FATHER! It was just too awful to take, and Tricia headed away from the big house and the upgraded grounds of Livingston's, toward the thick underbrush down by the creek. She didn't know why she was headed there... it was just a question of getting as far away from the cabin as possible!
John, moments later, dashed from the cabin behind her, leaving the satiated young Nancy sprawled on the bed. His big cock bobbed lewdly in front of him as he ran after his daughter. The opening of his fly gaped obscenely open, and his silver grey hair was a disheveled mass about his head.
He caught up with her as she reached the creek. She was pausing there momentarily, wondering where to go from there. She just had to get somewhere where she could never be able to even think of the things that were going on between the members of her family! HER OWN FATHER... WITH HIS OWN GRANDDAUGHTER, NANCY... A TEN YEAR OLD! AND YESTERDAY SHE HAD THOUGHT THE WORST HAD ALREADY HAPPENED...
"Let me go, Daddy... LET ME GO!" she cried as he held her, afraid she was about to jump in the fast moving waters of the creek.
"YOU MONSTER!" she screamed, "YOU ABSOLUTE MONSTER! What did you do to little Nancy??? Wasn't I enough for you? Wasn't it enough to make love to your own daughter? You had to do it to your granddaughter too?!!" Her hysterical voice rose to a high, feverish pitch as she spat the words out directly into her father's anguished face.
"What's the matter?" she continued. "WASN'T I GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU???" Her entire body trembled with rage as the words tumbled from her lips.
"NO... Tricia... NO PLEASE... OH HONEY... YOU'VE GOT TO UNDERSTAND IT WAS ALL A MISTAKE... A BIG MISTAKE... I... I'VE GOT TO EXPLAIN...!" "What can you explain... YOU PERVERT! JUST WHAT IS THERE TO EXPLAIN?" Her body reached the highest point of tension, and suddenly she broke, collapsing in tears against her father, her tears and sobs resounding through the crisp twilight air around them.
Automatically, John began to stroke his young daughter's hair in a soothing motion. Just as he had soothed away her tears when she was a child, the action came naturally now. But with each stroke of his hand upon her long blonde hair he was attempting to calm himself too.
"Don't cry baby... don't cry..." he muttered, all the while wondering to himself how any of them could go on. The person he loved dearest in the whole world, had received the most pain from him... yes, he thought to himself... I love her even more than Carrie... It wasn't right but it was true. He had always felt an extra something for his little girl... a something that only recently had gotten out of hand!
The two of them stood there like lost children, clinging to each other, both of them sobbing, until the closeness of their bodies brought out the hidden lust inside them. Afterward, Tricia would not even recall who had started it... whether it was her or her father... but suddenly she was kissing him and his hands were running all over her body. Her brief cotton dress allowed him to feel the soft voluptuousness of her breasts, her hips, her thighs... her knees felt weak as she leaned against him and her mind went blank. There were no evil thoughts to contemplate after all... only the blissful absence of thought... the wonderful nearness to her father's big strong muscular body.
She could already feel the outline of his immense penis pressing against her... and in spite of everything... no matter what... she wanted him jerking and spurting up inside her again! The taste of his mouth on hers was familiar and marvellous, sending chills of desire racing down to the explosion point between her legs.
John's heart thudded hard in his chest, and in a lightening flash he seemed to still see young Nancy back at the cabin... seemed to feel her tiny, greedily clinging pussy beneath his fingers. His naked cock rose precipitously against Tricia's stomach, and he could sense that her whole being was in readiness for him. What had happened before had been an accident... when he had stumbled upon her in the grass out by the lake and had seen her playing nakedly with his daughter-in-law, Susan, something had snapped inside him... if anyone had asked him, never in a million years would be have dreamed he would do such a thing to his own daughter! Yet, here they were today... caught in each other's arms, so hungry for each other that they could hardly wait!
"Darling... let's sit down here... come on... sit down here with me!" he said softly. He helped to lower her trembling form to the ground, and they sat side by side on the soft earth that was still warm from the autumnal sun. John's arm brought her close to him and his lips found that her willing mouth had the color as well as the taste of fresh crushed strawberries.
They were sitting very close and Tricia felt completely mesmerized by her father's hypnotically comforting proximity. In a daze, she began to shake her head no, but the action seemed to have no connection to what was happening.
Her face became a mask of uncontrallable longing... as, her father's hotly searching hands slipped into the thin fabric of her dress, cupping her large white breats inside the half-bra she wore, and slowly beginning to massage them into an excitedly quivering hardness.
"Tricia's breasts..." he thought to himself "I'm holding my own little baby, Tricia's breasts!" He could recall when she didn't have any, when she was only a tiny baby, nestling in his arms. And now, his big hands could hardly encompass the firm, white mounds. With his thumb and forefinger be fumbled for the tips, taking the softly throbbing nipples and rolling them with slow deliberation.
"Oh, Dadddy... daaaady!" Tricia moaned. She could feel herself melting at her father's intimate touches. The golden curling triangle of sparsely growing pubic hair between her legs was moist with longing for the man who had spawned her. There was a dull ache in her loins that she wanted desperately to eradicate. There was really only one way to do this, she knew, and that was to suck her father's prick deep up inside her hungering stomach and satisfy the intense need she felt.
As if sensing what his young married daughter wanted, John placed his hand on her leg, high up at her thigh. The material of her flimsy cotton dress fell back from her legs, and be slipped his hand upward, making light, teasing contact with the thin leg band of elastic of Tricia's sheer pink panties. He could feel thin, teasing tendrils of silken pubic hair curling out from underneath the edges.
"Ah... Tricia... baby" John sighed, letting his tongue slip deep into her mouth. Tricia groaned as her father teased his fingers about on the outer little cuntal lips between her legs, pushing and sliding the thin, almost non-existent material into the narrow slit of her trembling vagina. He was surprised as she moaned softly and lay limply back upon the grass with the legs slightly spread, and he lay back with her, a new shaft of desire piercing him at the thought of his audacity. HE WAS ACTUALLY TOUCHING HER CUNT NOW! He felt with certainty that he was realizing the fulfillment of many years of suppressed dreams about his daughter as be played with her teasingly at first.
Then his index finger slipped suddenly beneath the thin protective crotch band of her panties and he flicked at the moisture of her exposed cuntal lips where they pulsed softly beneath the thin, wet material.
"OH GOD, DADDDY! Your finger feels soooo goooood!" Tricia cried. She felt so open and vulnerable down there... so SENSUAL!
John tenderly hooked his fingers into the waistband. of his daughter's panties, pulling them slowly down over her smoothly rounded hips. She lifted her buttocks up the tiniest bit to help him get them off. Then he moved down a little and peered greedily up his daughter's dress and between her slightly parted thighs. It was growing dark rapidly, but be could clearly see the soft blonde triangle of pubic hair that fringed her moistly glistening pussy. A surge of pride went through him, at the thought that this beautiful young married woman was indeed his own daughter and the illogical thought occurred to him, that this was the way it ought to be... better him... than that no good husband of hers... that bastard... Ike!
Tricia, too, was thinking of her husband, and her thoughts were similar to her father's... HADN'T SHE LONGED FOR HER FATHER'S GENTLENESS WHEN IKE MADE LOVE TO HER? WHEN IKE MADE HER CRY BECAUSE OF HIS INSENSITIVE DEMANDS, HADN'T SHE ALWAYS WANTED TO HAVE HER FATHER HOLD HER IN HIS ARMS AND SOOTHE AWAY HER TEARS? When Ike made her do those horrid things and pose in those lewd positions in front of his video tape machine, didn't she somehow manage to get through it by visualizing her dear Daddy's face, by pretending she was once more living at home... far away from her husband of 2 years... far away from his insatiable sex appetites??? She could feel her father's gaze upon her openly exposed vagina, but instead of feeling ashamed, as she might have had it been Ike, she felt surprisingly calm, as though she had finally reconciled herself to the necessity of what was happening.
John's eyes feasted lewdly upon the tight, thinly bearded little hole nestled teasingly up between his daughter's legs. He felt shamelessly aroused as she lay before him in helpless submission. His rock-hard cock stuck straight out before him, as he knelt on all fours before the wonder of Tricia's exposure.
"Lift up!" he suddenly said. His tone of voice was low and demanding. After only a second's hesitation, Tricia obeyed, lifting her back up slightly. John pushed her dress up over the whiteness of her stomach and let his band slip beneath the naked half-moons of his daughter's softly rounded buttocks. They were moist and cool from contact with the damp ground. He bent his face in close between her long exquisitely tapered thighs, letting the female perfume of her body exhilarate him. At that moment he felt ageless, and time seemed to stand still, as though be were created solely to inhale the personal fragrances of his daughter, Tricia. Fascinated, he leaned further still, and flicked out his tongue, letting it wetly tease the tight hair-lined slit of her now nakedly trembling pussy. His tongue ran over the tiny bits of smooth flesh as well as the golden curly pubic hairs that surrounded them, and Tricia groaned and arched herself up to meet his tentative probings. Her father's thumbs spread the soft hair- fringed lips between the luscious thighs, and his pointed tongue after being re-moisted, probed hotly back into her widespread pussy.
Tricia felt him kneeling up further between her legs, forcing them still wider apart as he continued the lascivious stroking, deftly worming his tongue up and down within the confines of her secret cuntal split, pausing at the tip of her clitoris to titillate it by making small circles against the moist bare flesh.
The forbidden nature of his caress only served to increase Tricia's desire, and in spite of herself, she felt the tingling touches of her father's tongue begin a raging conflagration inside her. The wonderful combination of smoothness and roughness of his tongue spread through her excitedly palpitating pussy creating a devastating reaction within her. She was alarmed at the extent of her passion, and momentarily pushed her hips downward, feeling the moist earth pressing against her bare buttocks. But it was useless for her to try to escape the insistent licking of her father's tongue. He followed her squirming hips wherever she moved, and soon low guttural moans began to rise in her throat.
John's eyes bulged out from the strain of his enjoyable task, as he tried to take in as much of his daughter with his eyes as he was with his mouth!
"Oh, God," he thought, "She's getting hot now!" And it was true, Tricia's moans of excitement were rapidly changing, her body had begun a steady writhing that John recognized as the more serious signs of arousal. The soft gentle stroking of his tongue was bringing an evil pleasure to Tricia's body. She felt control slipping away from her... her body and her mind were no longer her own! She felt herself sinking fast, as though she were drowning in the deep pit of her own emotions... and as she sank, her mind reached out in desperation for something that would save her.
WHAT IF SOMEONE SHOULD COME ALONG AND FIND THEM LIKE THIS??? WHAT IF IKE SHOULD COME AND SEE HER ENJOYING THIS DEPRAVED SUCKING OF HER NAKED CUNT BY HER OWN FATHER? But even this frightening thought could not stop the searing waves of pleasure that began to innundate her hungrily writhing loins, and her vagina throbbed hotly as the teasing wet tonguing of her clitoris continued! It felt wonderful! She couldn't deny it.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" she moaned, squirming her hips upward to meet her father's demanding mouth down between her openly spread thighs.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!" she cried, as he began to suck harder and harder.
"AAAAAAAAAAAH!" Suddenly his hands left the softness of her buttocks and he reached up for her breasts, without his hotly swirling tongue once leaving the heated crevice of her wetly grinding pussy. As his fingers twisted at her nipples, and his teeth gently nibbled at the erect little penis of her clitoris, Tricia thought she would go insane!
"OH DADDY... IT'S FANTASTIC IT'SSSSSSS OH DADDY!!!" she wailed. The obscene attentions being paid to her breasts and her passion flooded cunt made her beyond caring about anything... she felt completely lost and hopelessly aroused. It was too late for any second thoughts... too late for anything but this fabulous forbidden feeling sweeping like wildfire out of control up between her nakedly spread legs.
Nancy stood several feet away from her grandfather and her aunt. Her face was pale and serious and almost expressionless, despite the emotional impact of the unusual scene she was watching.
She saw her grandfather lift his glistening wet face from between Aunt Tricia's legs, and as he quickly took his granite hard prick in his hands, Nancy saw that it was bigger than it had been with her! Before him the small pink opening of Aunt Tricia's seeping vagina was waiting, just waiting for the entry of her fathet's prick!
"HE'S REALLY GOING TO DO IT TO HER!" Nancy thought, jealousy consuming her, "THEY'RE REALLY GOING TO DO IT!" Her aunt Tricia cried out at the sudden loss of contact with her yearning genitals, when John lifted his face up, and Nancy was impressed by the extent of her excitement. "She really digs it," she thought. "She really wants it!" As if in collaboration of little Nancy's thoughts, Tricia suddenly moaned, "Please... daddy... OH please... DO IT NOW!" She couldn't wait any longer. Tricia had to quench the terrible desire that had taken hold of her. She had to know the physical release that only her father's huge, desire-hardened cock could give her now!
"Yes, honey... Yes, I'm gonna do it right NOW!" John answered. "I'm gonna fuck you within an inch of your life!" John gazed down once more at the luscious coral-hue of his daughter's moist and open vagina. Trembling slightly, he pushed his thick cock forward and began to ease the smooth rubbery head of it into the velvety soft cuntal flesh.
"OOOOOooooooooh!" Tricia moaned, feeling the huge, pulsating head spreading her petal like lips apart. Then the thick tip surged upward, continuing in a slow constant act of penetration until, after slowly widening the tight, hotly clinging channel, it was finally buried completely up in her white quivering belly!
"Aah AH AH AHHHHHHHH!" Tricia was pushed up several inches by the heavy entry, and she gritted her teeth as the almost unbearably pleasurable sensation invaded her.
"GOLLY MOSES!" Nancy said to herself, her mouth gaping open at the lewd sight.
It looked like Grandma and Uncle Ike and her father were not the only ones interested in doing it to each other! Listening to the steady stream of ecstatic sounds that began to pour forth from Aunt Tricia's lips, Nancy couldn't help wondering WHY IT COULDN'T HAVE BEEN HER!
She felt furious that Aunt Tricia had come and interrupted her with Gramps...
just when she might have been able to get him to do it to her too!
IT JUST WASN'T FAIR!
She could still feel the excitement in her own little pussy, where her grandfather's finger had so recently churned, and now, watching him in full action, she couldn't help but imagine to herself how it would be if she were in Aunt Tricia's place.
She put her own hand down to the bare little hairless pussy between her legs, and standing barefoot on the soft ground, hidden by some Juniper bushes, she began to finger herself. When Tricia rotated her hips up to meet her father's, she mimicked her by rotating her own hips, imagining that her fingers were Gramps's big wonderful prick inside her tiny vaginal passage!
John felt his rigid shaft being fantastically pressured by Tricia's raging cunt. Again and again he shuffled into her on his knees, forcing his giant cock so deep into her hungrily contracting canal that Tricia howled from the contact. Her hot streaming pussy seemed to swallow his big penis, to pump at it lewdly as if trying to milk it dry!
Nancy watched, fascinated, her fingers still kneading at her own pussy. She took in every motion of her grandfather's obscene thrusting into Aunt Tricia, feeling distinctly troubled not only by what she was seeing, but by what she was doing to herself. John's slamming cock, from where she watched, appeared and disappeared like a piston in an oil well. And each time he rammed it into her, Tricia gave an excited grunt of total submission, spreading her legs still wider, pulling them up and arching her back upward so that he would enter her still deeper.
Visualizing herself, being fucked in such a heavenly fashion but being tucked by her own father... right there down by the creek... where so often she had played as a little girl, Tricia could not help but feel the hideous irony of what she was doing! But somehow this thought, only made her clutch all the harder at her father's strong back GOD HE KNEW HOW TO FUCK HER! Unlike her husband, Ike, John was fucking her masterfully, perfectly... and although it was just as hard as she could possibly take it, there was an underlying gentleness in him... a tenderness that she felt that enabled her to give herself up to him completely! Yes, she was giving him everything, and she was cumming CUMMING fast... while her father's big hard cock fucked in and out of her and he labored with obvious delight over his darling daughter... his beautiful blonde angel who writhed in hopeless passion beneath him!
Tricia's nerves had stretched to the breaking point. There was nothing else to do but let them break! She felt the delicious orgasm building deep inside her ravaged vagina. The big cock in her seething cunt was starting up the explosion of hot pink and orange sparks inside her.
"AAAAAAAAAH... EEEEEeeeeeeeeee!!!" Her orgasm flooded her system, bringing light wherever it went. She felt blinded by its power, flattened against the earth by its power. She twisted her body convulsively and groaned out wildly as it hit with full force in the firey pit of her golden pussy.
"OH GOD, DADDY... CUMMING... I'M CUMMMMING!" Gushing waves of fluid slipped forth from John's wildly hammering cock as be joined his daughter in climax... and even though be was no longer a young man, John knew that he could go on forever with his daughter... taking her to higher and higher planes of bliss.
"OH GOD, honey..." he cried, "DO YOU WANT MORE HONEY... DO YOU WANT MORE??? LET ME DO IT TO YOU ALL THE TIME... PROMISE THAT YOU'LL LET ME DO IT TO YOU FOREVER!" "But what about me... ?" Nancy grunted between clenched teeth, unheard by the climaxing father and daughter. She furiously slid her finger up and down in her little virgin pussy, forcing a solitary orgasm upon herself. "WHAT ABOUT ME?" she thought in anguish.
Chapter 12
Susan finally decided to join her husband in the big double bed in their cabin. She had stayed in the bathroom as long as possible, trying to put off the moment when she would have to go to bed. She had stayed in there examining her face and figure, and also examining her conscience for signs of despair.
She had brushed her long red hair out, letting it fan over her shoulders the way her Jamie used to like it... but, she reminded herself grimly in the mirror... that was in the days when he used to look at you!
He was acting so strangely recently, and now the trip to his family for the reunion instead of helping as she had hoped, had only made things worse between them... much worse! Sometimes she could hardly recognize the man she married in the tense features and terse attitudes of the Livingston's elder child.
"He's making me feel like I'm dirt!" she thought. "Like I don't exist! I just can't take any more of it! She adjusted her nightgown so that more of the deep cleaveage of her golden tan breasts would show. They rose and fell as she breathed heavily, and the light dusting of freckles across the tops of the creamy orbs seemed to expand and contract with each breath. She wore a deep green nylon gown that brought out the sea-green color of her eyes, and once more she told herself she looked beautiful. But each day of telling herself this had gotten harder and harder, and she fully blamed her husband for what she had been forced to do.
"Yes," she thought once more, "it was tantamount to being forced into it. I've never even thought about anything shameful like that before... If I hadn't been so overwrought, I certainly wouldn't have done it. And all those drinks I've been having... that's his fault too! This has got to stop! Tonight has got to work!" She realized that her forbidden embraces with Tricia the day before had little to do with her real personality... somehow the drinks and the fact that Tricia was Jamie's sister had confused her... it was as though she was somehow getting closer to her husband by being intimate with his sister! But why she wondered, had Tricia responded? And then she remembered the confession that her sister-in-law had made to her... that her marriage to Ike wasn't working out at all. Tricia, too, had been upset... It was not herself alone!
Susan felt the tears starting again and tried to stop them before her mascara ran and she looked frightful. Everything had to be just perfect if she wanted Jamie to make love to her tonight! But the knowledge that she carried hidden inside her about Tricia and her father was so horrible that she wondered what they were all coming to! She was really sorry that Jamie had decided to stay another week at Livingston's because she could hardly look John Livingston in the face, much less Tricia! But she clung to the thought that if she could make things right again with her husband, then everything in the world might turn out right again!
They would go back home and there would be no more arguments in front of little Nancy... no more screaming and yelling at each other. They would do things together the way they used to... go to movies, or just stay home and watch the late show... and best of all she would once more know the wonderful feeling of being wanted... of being desired by her husband. Was that asking too much? She gave herself one last inspection, approved of what she saw, and flicked out the bathroom light. She entered the small cabin bedroom on tiptoe, almost holding her breath. Jamie lay in bed, so still that at first, Susan thought her husband was asleep. But she could see that his eyes were open and he was staring straight up at the ceiling. A breath of fear flitted through her. She didn't know why she was so afraid of him at times. There was something very cold about the way he looked and acted that at times reminded her of Nazi's in the movies. As a little girl she had shivered in delight at their pale Germanic features. Perhaps, she thought, that was what had first attracted her to Jamie... his straight blonde hair... his deep strong voice and definite ideas.
"God... how I still love him!" she thought, momentarily panic stricken to realize exactly how dependent she was upon him for her happiness.
"Jamie?" she said quietly, walking toward the bed.
"Yes?" Jamie replied without looking at her, his lips barely moving as he continued to stare up at the ceiling.
"What is it?" Susan sat on the bed beside him. The low monotone of his voice was far from comforting, and she faltered slightly.
"I... I just wanted to talk to you...
"What about?" Susan gathered up all her courage and plunged in. "About anything Jamie...
about anything at all!!! Do you realize that we hardly ever talk any more...
we hardly ever do anything! I thought it would be better once we came here...
but it's not... You've been acting so strange Jamie... SO STRANGE... I hardly know you. It's like living with a complete stranger!" "Oh, for God's sake!" Jamie said under his breath.
"JAMIE... I JUST WANT YOU TO LOOK AT ME... JUST LOOK AT ME!" Susan could hear the strident tone of her voice, and she wished desperately that she had been able to maintain her calm knowing that Jamie would not respond well to her yelling... But it was too late, and she could no longer control herself.
She was shaking as Jamie turned slowly, leveling his cool blue eyes on her.
"WELL..." he said deliberately... "I'm looking... what do you want?" Susan burst into tears and sat sobbing helplessly beside her husband. "Oh, please... Jamie..." she cried, "OH, PLEASE DON'T! DON'T DO THIS TO ME!"
In Cabin One Ike sat brooding in the adjacent cabin. He was still fuming over the words Carrie Livingston had said to him in the fever pitch of her excitement.
"Overgrown oaf!" she'd said, "opportunist! Why I ever let you marry Tricia in the first place I'll never know... THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"
"That bitch!" Ike said out loud. She didn't care who I was when I was fucking her silly! It was hardly his fault that she dug men... and apparently to such an extent that she didn't care whether they were members of her own family or not! She was the one who had practically thrown herself at him that night anyway... and he couldn't be blamed for taking her up on it. What man wouldn't. Even if she was his mother-in-law! He bet there weren't any men who had a mother-in-law who looked and acted like Carrie!
Even now through his anger, he had to admit, he still got a hard on just thinking about her... and some of the things she had said to him in bed... not to mention what she'd done! But setting all that aside, Ike was still determined to get his revenge for what she'd said. He'd gone long enough pretending he didn't care that the Livingston family looked down on him. He knew they all thought they were God's favorites... and he had never been totally accepted by any of them. Even his wife, Tricia, was always talking about her daddy this and daddy that! Always comparing him to John Livingston in an unfavorable light! He'd get even with her too for all that... and by the time he was finished, he'd have every one of the Livingstons eating out of his hand!
"Where is Tricia anyway?!" he suddenly wondered, looking at his watch. It was 8:00 P.M. and he couldn't imagine what she was doing alone all this time! With a sudden inspiration, he decided to set up his video tape machine. Whenever she got back, he intended to record her homecoming... and his greeting!
Back In Cabin Two Jamie lay completely still, listening to the pitiful sound of his wife's tears.
"God, how did I get myself into this?" he asked himself as she continued to sob next to him on the bed. He couldn't let her go on like that... no matter how he felt.
"Look... Susan... Listen, stop crying will you? It's just that I've been under some... unusual pressures recently. You know I still love you... you know that, do I have to say it all the time!" Susan flung herself onto him, collapsing in grateful tears that slid down her cheeks and ran down his neck under the collar of his pajamas. He squirmed uncomfortably beneath her weight, nevertheless feeling a pleasant warmth from the pressure of her breasts on his chest.
"If you only knew just what kind of pressures!" he said to himself... not thinking of his unsuccessful attempts to get ahead in the ad business... but of the tantalizing wiggling of his mother's buttocks in the shortly cut hot pants she had worn the day before... the same wonderful buttocks that he had hated and admired all his life... the same ones that he had slammed against with his cum-filled balls as his long cock surged into her tender open pussy!
Just the thought rekindled the sparks of desire that he had been struggling so hard to keep dormant. He felt his cock give a lunge beneath the covers, and simultaneously Jamie felt Susan's entire body respond to it. She mistakenly thought that his excitement was a response to her embrace.
"Ob, Darling... darling..." she breathed into his ear, wriggling on top of him. Her wavy red hair covered his face, and Jamie took a deep breath of her perfume. Unlike his mother's it was soft and light.
"OK," he said, simply rolling her to the side and pulling back the covers.
"Get undressed," he commanded.
Susan shivered and sat up. Even though her husband's tone was far from romantic, she was convinced that once they started to make love it would change. And the necessities of her body left her little room for quibbling.
She started to pull down the straps of her nightgown, slowly bringing into view the lovely mountains of flesh that her husband had once enjoyed so much.
Her tears had stopped, but her face was still glistening wet, and her eyes sparkled with a combination of hope and desire as she watched Jamie matter of factly remove his pajamas.
His lean hard body thrilled her the way it always had. He looked as young and lithe as he had when she had first married him over ten years ago.
He came closer as she wriggled free from the rest of her gown. Her trim hips and small waist seemed made for loving as she shyly twisted slightly away from his frank gaze. The flaming bright red of her pussy hair had once fascinated him, and Susan thought of this now as she felt Jamie's eyes staring at the thin triangle of the hair-covered mound between her thighs.
"Jamie!" she said as he leaned over her. Modestly she averted her eyes from the looming heavy penis that approached her face. But shivers of excitement were making her start to tremble as she realized the extent of her husband's arousal. She couldn't help thinking about how this enormous instrument would feel grinding around deep deep up inside her hungry vagina. She squeezed her thighs together a little as she thought of it, and felt a strong current of pleasure in the sensitive pit of her belly. She started to lie down, but Jamie stopped her, placing his hands on her naked shoulders.
"No..." Susan said suddenly. "No!" Jamie breathed in quickly, from the sudden excitement her refusal had caused in him. She knew what he wanted her to do. She had never liked it, he recalled... and that was just why be wanted her more than ever to do it... especially now... it would be more satisfying than anything and less work!
"Don't you want to suck it?" he said, moving his hands up to her head, where he held her in place so that his thick swollen cock was directly in front of her face. In fact it bobbed down and struck her nose, making her wince with embarrassment.
"I... I thought!" she stammered
"Yes... but later!" Jamie said. "Come on... open your mouth!" he said tensely.
Then seeing that she had no intention of doing so, he reached down and with his fingers, forced her mouth open, and tauntingly stroking the heavy uncircumcised foreskin of his prick back and forth over the engorged head, he pushed it between her lips.
"NNNNNmmngh!"
"OH COME ON!" he said impatiently, as Susan tried to clamp her month as closed as possible even though the head of his cock was pressing inside it. "Susan!" he threatened, "YOU SUCK MY COCK AND YOU SUCK IT GOOD! I'M IN NO MOOD FOR THIS SHIT!" Tearfully, Susan opened her mouth wider and before she knew it, the thick bulbous tip was sinking beyond her lips, sliding far back into her throat and plugging up her whole mouth until she thought she was going to choke on it.
Horrified, she realized that Jamie wasn't even thinking about her.
Jamie began an obscene rocking motion, his huge penis expanding thickly inside Susan's widely ovaled mouth. His loins tensed and jerked into her straining face until the full length of it sank all the way in. Almost all of it seemed to disappear with each hard thrust he made until only a little bit of it remained showing, lewd and purplish from between her lips.
Susan almost gagged on the enormous instrument, it seemed so unjust, so unfair that she should be subjected to treatment like this... WHAT HAD SHE REALLY DONE TO DESERVE IT? "SUCK... SUCK!" he repeated, shouting down at the top of her head. Obediently, not knowing what else to do under the circumstances, Susan began to suck a little harder on her husband's huge invading member. She realized with pain that he probably only wanted to do this because it meant be didn't have to have any real contact with her. She was just a means of satisfying his needs... a tool and nothing more!
Jamie tossed his head back as Susan's tongue executed a nerve tingling lick on the in stroke of his cock. The head of his prick throbbed and jerked inside the dark warm cavern of her mouth, and Jamie hissed with pleasure. He watched, fascinated as his wife's head bobbed up and down below him as she struggled with the massive cock in her mouth. Below, her breasts swung and danced in a lewd rhythm which he could see when he turned a certain way. It presented a lust-inciting picture to his mind as be imagined what it would look like were someone watching them.
"Suck harder bitch!" he cried out, cruelly clasping her head in his hands and pulling her face in to him so that his prick was forced back still further into her unwillingly sucking mouth.
He'd like to do this to his mother, he thought, suddenly... like to plug up that sarcastic, smiling mouth of hers once and for all... stuff his big cock into it... God, he'd shove it all the way down to her navel! He'd pump his sperm down into her belly over and over until she burst!
"Come on..." he grunted to Susan's head. "COME ON!" She was slaving away at his prick and he could see her body beginning to glisten from the tiny drops of perspiration forming all over her skin. He thought the pressure building in his balls would shatter them completely. GOD IT FELT GOOD! He knew he was going to cum soon... what a feeling... having Susan treat him to a blow job!
And a good one too, in spite of the fact that she didn't want to do it!
It was like torture knowing that any second he was going to shoot off a thick load of sperm far into the back of her mouth! Once more, his thoughts turned involuntarily to his mother. For a moment it was her mouth receiving the full blunt blows of his inflated cock. Her mouth and lips gasping, sucking and licking away at his plunging cock!
Suddenly his cock went wild with a crazy quick jerking motion that started a flood of white hot sperm streaming into his young wife's involuntarily working mouth. Rapidly she tried to swallow, gulping the liquid down as fast as she could to keep from choking.
Susan felt like she was going to be sick but she tried to put everything in motion inside her that would prevent this happening. Wave after wave of sperm filled her cheeks, and she couldn't believe that it was all coming from Jamie.
"Oh, God," she thought, whimpering like a wounded calf. "Will it never end??" "Don't stop now... keep it up... keep sucking!" Jamie commanded, tangling his fingers tightly in her long red hair, ramming his cock convulsively farther and farther down her beautifully smooth throat. Then with an earth shattering moan he felt the last drops of his spurting cum emptying into her open lips, and he slumped forward over her head with a low gurgle of relief.
Bit by bit, his satiated cock deflated in Susan's mouth. With a sigh, he slowly withdrew the still tingling member.
It dangled loosely and wetly in front of him as he moved away from his wife and fell exhausted on the bed.
Susan turned to look at him, her eyes still registering shock at what had just happened.
"Thanks, honey..." he said. "You sucked it good."
Chapter 13
The faint whirring of the machine in the background did little to help Tricia's state of mind. She had hoped that Ike would be sleeping when she returned to the cabin from her long interlude with her father. Her light cotton dress was torn and ripped and her hair a mess... and she knew that she looked like she had been doing just what she had been doing! She had hoped to be able to sneak into the bathroom and to clean herself up before being seen by anyone.
But Ike had been waiting for her... waiting a long time too to judge by his anger... and now, she was paying for it. The bright flood lights hurt her eyes, even though she was turned away from them, and she was aware of the fact that her naked behind was probably smudged with dirt from being ground unmercifully down into the soft earth by her father's powerful body fucking into her. She trembled with guilt and a horrible fear that Ike would somehow guess what had happened. If only this whole thing could be over quickly and she could get away from his piercing stare... his yelling! But as a child she had been taught to be an obedient little girl, and even now with this demanding husband, she instinctively obeyed, cowering at his every command.
Just as she had once obeyed her mother... and especially her father, (although the latter had seldom raised his voice to her)... she tried her best to carry out all of Ike's wishes... even when she thought them to be ugly abnormal requests. This time was no exception, and Tricia knelt naked on all fours on the bed as Ike had ordered her to do. She cringed backwards. "NO! Ike...
NO..." The video tape ground on, recording her every move... a sound device that Ike had added taking in her every sound. "What's the matter?" Ike said "looks like you've been up to something in the woods to me... got nothing left for your old man, eh?" Tricia shivered at the words... she had just left the arms of her real old man... her father!
From her lewd position on the bed, terror struck deep in her heart. No matter how horrible Ike had been to her as a husband and there was no excuse for her incestuous acts. There was really nothing sufficient enough to explain what she had done. She wondered fleetingly if there would ever be an end to her troubles now that she had committed such a vile sin!
Ike was on the bed now... pawing at her already abused body... treating her roughly as though to punish her for her actions. His touch was ugly, uncaring... decidedly hostile... and although his hands hurt... she thought...
he's right... he's right to treat me like this... I DESERVE IT!
Her life with Ike had been bad enough before... but now after her experiences with her father, Tricia knew it would get worse and worse unless she could do something to change everything. She was worried that she was in need of psychiatric care... why else would she have done those incestuous things...
why else would she now be doing what Ike told her to do! She really did feel insane there kneeling up on the bed. All she could think of was her terrible hatred for Ike... how she would like to KILL him if she only had the courage!
Impervious to his wife's thoughts, Ike peered curiously down at her white, wide-spread buttocks, making sure that they were properly placed for the video camera. What had she been doing... he wondered... she certainly was acting guilty enough so that his suspicions were aroused... apart from the way she looked when she came in the door! But he couldn't imagine prim little Tricia with another man... and besides he knew there weren't any other men around apart from her brother and her father!
"What have you been up to?" he asked, looking back over his shoulder to check out the camera image. There on the screen behind him he saw himself naked kneeling behind Tricia's smoothly upturned ass-cheeks. Her blonde hair hung down into her face, covering it completely as she held herself up on her elbows, back arching and rounded breasts swinging forward.
"You been fingering yourself out in the woods?" he leered lewdly.
Tricia only sobbed in reply, and Ike continued, warming to his task. "Well, spread those legs wider! Let's see how worked up you are!" His large thick cock bulged out ominously in her direction, as leaning over, he slowly and deliberately parted the soft yielding cheeks much farther than they would ordinarily spread. He heard Tricia moan in protest, and smiled to himself.
"You Livingstons think you're real hot shit!" he said, leaning forward toward the small brown opening of Tricia's tiny puckered anus. Suddenly his tongue flicked forward and he licked teasingly at the surface between the softness of her widely held ass cheeks.
"OOooh!" Tricia shuddered at the awful wet feeling along her narrow trembling crevice. It felt cold and disgusting. It seemed so obscene that he should do such a thing to her and take pictures of it too, that Tricia started to cry.
She felt utterly at Ike's mercy, knowing that he would not hesitate to force her into any weird, degrading position that might strike his fancy.
"YOU'RE HORRIBLE... JUST HORRIBLE!" she cried out. But the words could just as easily have been directed to herself, she thought. She had not only been unfaithful to her husband... but she had accepted as her lover, her OWN FATHER!
Ike's tongue flicked teasingly again into the open crevice of her behind, sending chills running through her, making her feel more ashamed and embarrassed than she had ever been. He had never done this to her... never forced her into such a lewd, humiliating position and she began to wonder just what he had in mind!
"Spread your knees wider!" he ordered, glancing sideways without removing his tongue so that he could see them on the video screen. The lewd image of his wife's nakedly upturned buttocks on the small screen stimulated him all the more, and he withdrew his tongue slowly and peered at the brown, puckered little opening with amusement.
Tricia's long, trim legs were spread so far apart that they hurt. She sobbed as quietly as she could knowing that the sound of her crying usually infuriated Ike all the more. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her rectum and she realized dully that Ike was trying to put his finger into her back there.
His finger was thick and it scraped at the tender opening of her rectum. She tried to wiggle away from the pain as it began to turn in the deep rubbery channel, moving steadily forward until she could feel the palm of his hand flat against her asscheeks and then pulling back out with tiny jerky motions.
"NNNNNNNNNNGH!" she cried out. The pain was awful... but what was worse was the awful idea of what he was doing to her.
"Please, Ike... don't!" "Never mind all that..." Ike replied, forcing another finger into the entrance of her widely stretching rectum, and worming it in along side the other.
"NOoooooooo NONONO!" Tricia tried hard to straighten out her knees so that her behind would no longer be in such a vulnerable position, but Ike pulled her back up, smacking her buttocks against the protruding rod of his cock, while keeping his fingers sunk deep up inside her rear passage. Tricia was forced to maintain her humiliating kneeling position, and her smooth creamy buttocks remained as wide spread as before.
"For this little movie, Tricia baby... we're gonna try something new...
something I've wanted to do to you for a long time!" "You and a few others... your mother among them!" he thought. Yes, what a joy it would be to have Carrie Livingston right here in this position, her backside an open book just waiting to be read.
"Now open up that tight little ass of yours... It may hurt at first... but it's good for you... little pain never hurt anybody... especially a Livingston!" Tricia's face grew red. She felt that her husband could see right through her... that he knew just what horrible things she had done... how she had twisted and turned and begged for more! Tears ran down her face and some of her long blonde hair clung to her wet cheeks.
"Say you want it!" Ike growled.
"Say what?" "SAY YOU WANT IT UP THE ASS!" His fingers rammed forward causing her such pain that she screamed loudly.
"OH IKE... NOOOOOO I CAN'T, I CAN'T!" "YES... oh yes... you can!" Ike answered, leered backward at the video screen as he slowly, torturously, pulled his finger out of her puckered rectum until it suddenly slipped free at the end with a small, lewd popping sound.
"I... I..." she stammered, confused by the sudden relief she felt in her anal passage. Ike's hard hot belly pressed up against the smooth fleshy whiteness of her buttocks and he shoved his swollen cock hard up into the softly yielding crevice between them.
"YOU WHAT... SAY IT, BITCH!" "Fuck me up the ass... Yes... Ike do it... fuck me there... I deserve it...
yes, you're right... oh for God's sake be quick about it... get it over with!" "That's better..." Ike said softly, placing the hardened tip of his prick against the opening of her rectum.
He pressed in a little, and felt her cringe. She whimpered softly and then let out a piercing shriek as he unexpectedly rammed forward. Simultaneously, he slipped one hand below into the warm hair-fringed lips of her pussy, wriggling his middle flnger into her still sperm moistened slit from her father a short time ago.
"Hey... YOU'RE WET... YOUR PUSSY IS WET!" You dig it, eh... admit it... come on!" Ike pressed forward again... this time his prick entered just a little bit into the unused, dark confines of her rectum.
"NO NO NO NO NO NO NEVER!" Ike began to rock and push against her, ignoring her cries of pain... pulling her helplessly stretching anal passage back to him until eventually the shaft of his long thick cock was entered half way up inside the tight elasticity of the tightly clenched channel. Then Tricia could feel the hard pressure of her husband's body pressing down on her with enormous strength, pushing her naked back and buttocks down so that she was lying flat on the bed. He rammed down and imbedded his thick rock-like cock all the way into the hilt in the soft expanding opening of her asshole.
"AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHH!" she grunted in pain, beginning a hopeless thrashing beneath him. She no longer felt the remotest resemblance to a human being as her husband's lewd anal rape continued. It felt as though she were being split in two and that her insides had been torn irreparably by his cruel entry. Suddenly she recalled Susan having told her that Jamie had taken her this way once... Jamie her own brother... she never would have guessed him capable of such an act... and all at once her mind sent out a mental prayer for all womankind...
"OH GOD... YOU'RE KILLING ME!" she screamed into the sheets.
She fought in demented desperation for minutes longer against the brutal impact of the hotly driving pole imbedded up inside her and then without warning, her strength suddenly failed her and she collapsed in a limp mass beneath his tense body. She felt utterly trapped... pinned to the bed by his impaling member!
Ike's mouth breathed horribly close to her ear, wet and hot. "Like it honey...?" he cooed, "LIKE IT?" A wave of total disgust flooded her insides and she fought against the sense of doom that she felt. Somehow... she had no idea how... she had to withstand this ugliness... she had to get through it!
Ike's resounding laughter as he began a sawing motion into her burning anus made her think that he had really gone mad. She had always thought of him as being eccentric... but now, she knew he had gone beyond that. He began to shower words of mockery and insult down upon her, and Tricia could not imagine that he had held such horrible anger against her inside him for so long.
SOMETHING MUST HAVE HAPPENED TO MAKE HIM BEHAVE LIKE THIS!
But whatever had happened, the knowledge that Ike was not himself did nothing to alleviate that throbbing stabbing pain in her bowels... The only thing to do was to get it over with as fast as possible!
Perhaps if she pleased him... if she went along with him, making him think she liked it... ! With all the courage and strength she could muster, she strained as though she were farting and tightened her anal muscles around his long thick member. She felt him groan in response, and his hard cock grew harder still, and his hands suddenly clasped her large white breasts. His cock throbbed harder, and he hesitated a moment, as though he couldn't believe that she was actually responding to him. He flexed his penis deep up inside her, and felt her respond with an answering tightening of her rectal muscles.
With a sudden glee, he jerked her up, back onto her knees, and without releasing her dancing breasts on her chest below, began to fuck into her with a wicked jubilance. To his astonisbment, she began to move her buttocks, undulating them in small circles, responding to his lascivious sodomy as though she really enjoyed it. She even went so far as to moan with pleasure the next time his thick pounding rod ground down into her.
Ike watched mystified as his prim little wife suddenly became wild like a whore. He couldn't believe it! But he certainly wasn't going to knock it. IT FELT TOO DAMNED GOOD!
Tricia's long blonde hair flowed out before her over the crumpled bed sheet, and periodically it would flail from side to side as she turned her head from one side to the other. A strange thing began to happen to her in the midst of her prayers that her revulsion and humiliation would not show through her act... and that was that she actually did begin to feel some pleasure!
She didn't really believe it when it started, but strangely in the midst of her torment, when she realized that she was fooling him... she felt a tingle of masochistic excitement. She began to enjoy the feeling of his lust driven cock in her backside as she thrust and squirmed back to meet it. It was somehow easier to accept the pain of her obscene impalement when she had some measure of control over it. Nevertheless it still hurt but Tricia found that the pain began to add to the excitement she was beginning to feel.
Behind her, the impassioned gurgles of her husband were picked up by the microphone of the video tape, and on the screen the waving whiteness of her backside showed clearly as he thrust deeper and deeper into her. When Ike looked next at the screen he could see her teeth bared back in ecstatic delight, her tongue flicking out almost in time to the long smooth strokes he was making into her. The full length of his plunging rod expanded her rectum with stronger and stronger lunges. It was fantastic... "I never knew she had it in her!" he thought. This was a performance he would have expected from Carrie Livingston, Tricia's mother... but not from his darling young wife! He too grew more excited than he had expected. Much of his anger was lost when he saw how much she was actually enjoying it! To his surprise, she began to mouth obscenities to him, echoing the words he had spoken to her.
"Yes... fuck it... fuck my ass... Oh, Ike... do it hard... hurt me... HURT ME!" As she writhed in mindless masochistic delight beneath him, feeling his hugeness stretching and growing inside her expanded rectum. She knew that it wouldn't be long now... in seconds he would shoot his hotly building sperm high into her burning anus. She longed for the end to come, and yet some wanton streak inside her made her want it to continue.
"Oh, GOD!" she wailed, "OOOOOOH GOD!" Behind her, Ike had spread the quivering cheeks of her ass wider apart and with bulging eyes watched the full length of his pistoning prick split into the twin loaves with miraculous ease. Ike felt he would burst into her... that the rubbery hot walls of his wife's tiny, hotly clasping rectum would squeeze in upon his stiffening cock until it had to explode. He increased the vigor of his strokes until he was ramming so hard, she skidded up toward the head of the bed. Tricia's chin and breasts scraped against the sheets with each forward stroke, and her entire body was buffeted forward like a big, overgrown rag doll.
"Oh CUM... DARLING... CUM!" she shouted back at him, feeling his sweat pouring over her. There came a strangled groan from behind her and she felt Ike's cock give an extra throb. She lay kneeling in front of him now like a slave...
waiting for the moment when her master would deign to favour her with his bursting sperm. Excitement pulsed through her like the crackling electricity just before it happened. Then his great cock gave one last tremendous thrust and it burst apart at the seams, hot sperm emptying into her in wave after wave, flooding her rectum, racing upward into the warmly contracting depths of her bowels.
Tricia gasped out with relief as Ike howled out his pleasure behind her. She felt an enormous thrill, even though she could feel the hot sticky fluid coursing inside her, and the searing liquid made her anal walls burn almost unbearably. Yet, her humiliation was complete... in some measure she had paid for her sins... she was a whore, or worse than that... and she had received a fitting payment for her actions. Yes, she decided... she felt better!
The sound of Ike's cock slipping from her tightly contracting rectum was picked up on the mike. It was a slight wet, sucking noise, and as soon as it was over, Tricia's white moon-like buttock cheeks trembled closed and she rolled away from her husband as he fell away to the other side, collapsing in lewd satiation beside her.
"What a triumph!" he thought... "to get Tricia to respond like that... What a lay!" He had almost forgotten his promise to himself about the Livingstons...
Almost... but not quite.
"Can you go again, sweetie...?" he asked deliberately.
Chapter 14
Young Nancy sat dejectedly in her cabin, working out the pieces of a difficult jig-saw puzzle. When they were in the city it was her favorite past time to do the hardest ones she could find. This one was all red, and she had brought it along to the country for just such an emergency. She found when she was particularly upset about something that working on the monotone pieces of a puzzle would help her get her thoughts together. There was a lot to think about too, since she had been with Gramps down at the old cabins, and afterward witnessed him naked with Aunt Tricia! Two days had elapsed and she hadn't seen anything of Gramps since then! He had gone off on what he told everyone was a fishing trip, but which Nancy suspected was just an attempt to get away from her! She fumed with jealousy over Aunt Tricia... If only she could have gotten him to feel that way about her! She would have to think of something to do about that when he returned the following day... There wasn't much time... it was already Wednesday and they were all due to go home on Sunday evening.
She would have to work fast if she wanted to accomplish her goal by Sunday!
She tried to put everything that had happened together in her head in much the same way she was working the puzzle... and suddenly she hit upon something that she thought could be of use to her.
When she had returned to her cabin after watching Tricia and Gramps the other night, she'd paused outside her parents cabin as she usually did to see if they were up to anything interesting. She was just in time to witness her father's ejaculation into her mother's wide stretched mouth. Afterward she had seen her mother crying as her daddy fell asleep. Her mother had lain on the floor sobbing before moving her hands down between her legs to assuage her own desires... much as Nancy herself had done in the woods! It didn't take much for Nancy to figure out that her mother was in a similar position. She wanted to be made love to! And Nancy knew why her daddy didn't feel like it... he was too busy thinking about fucking Grandma!
She remembered how she was to blame for that... having rigged Uncle Ike's video to see what would happen.
"Uncle Ike!" she exclaimed out loud.
She fitted the last piece in her puzzle together, and said, "THAT'S IT! HE OUGHT TO DO IT!"
John kissed Carrie lightly on the cheek. He had just returned from his sportfishing trip and be felt even worse than when he'd left. He avoided his wife's eyes, and she didn't press the issue. Both of them had a lot to hide...
Carrie had been having a hard time not making suggestive remarks to Jamie and although nothing had happened as yet, she was hoping something would. She was so busy with these thoughts that she paid little attention to the fact that Tricia was acting strangely... Everyone was a little strange anyway, and she trusted John enough not to imagine that anything had happened between them.
But what about herself? SHE COULDN'T EVEN TRUST HERSELF!
She had asked her son Jamie to meet her that very afternoon in her private sitting room, to "settle everything"... and she was hoping that she could get rid of John so he wouldn't find out.
"You're back earlier than I thought," she said. It was early afternoon, and she was still wearing her lounging robe. She was having trouble sleeping at nights, and consequently slept later and later each morning to compensate for it. Her blonde hair was pinned up in a becoming upsweep, and her silk robe clung to her, emphasizing all the right lines of her body.
"Yeah... no fun fishing alone!" he mumbled in reply. "Besides they're all full of mercury anyway... can't eat 'em!" John was aware of the public broadcasts stating that most fish were safe to eat, but that some of the larger ones weren't. That just made him not trust any of them. If the big ones weren't safe, why should he take chances on eating the little ones? "What's the world coming to?" Carrie said. They were sitting in the big livingroom, and Carrie looked out the window over the rolling hills that made up the grounds of "Livingstons." "Well, at least we've got a little bit of land of our own, John... If we can just take care of it the right way... use natural fertilizers, even serve our own organic food without any chemical sprays on it... We'll make out OK..." Carrie was looking toward the future... if she could just persuade Jamie to give up that awful advertising job of his in New York and to come back home where he belonged... they would have the best resort in the country... and the best place to live too! She was planning to talk to him about this very thing that afternoon... and her talk with John was serving as a practice session.
"Yeah... but we can't educate the whole world, Carrie," John replied. He was tired. Everything looked bleak to him. If he couldn't control his own family situation, his own demanding sexual appetites... how could he hope to influence anyone else? "How's it been while I've been gone?" he asked.
"Quiet," Carrie answered. "Too quiet if you ask me. John... I think this whole idea of a reunion was a big mistake... we should have just had each couple up here separately... no one's getting along and..." "Well obviously it was a mistake!" John growled. "But you're the one who made them all stay the last week instead of leaving when they wanted to! Now we'll just have to get through the next few days as best we can... won't we?" Carrie was silent. She hadn't meant to arouse her husband's anger, and now it was to her advantage to remain silent. What was he planning on doing that afternoon, she wondered!
As if in answer to her thoughts, John suddenly rose and declared, "I'm going down to the bar. Those workmen are going to be here next week and I want to get it all set for them. Get Bonnie to make me some sandwiches... think I'll spend most of the day down there." "Oh, that's a good idea, honey!" Carrie said. They were planning to have a big discotheque the next season, and there was much to be done to the large building that presently served as primarily a bar and dining room. "Bonnie's not coming until the week-end... but I'll make them for you myself, darling!" Carrie said, starting out toward the kitchen. She had told the young girl who often worked as their maid to come that week-end only, when she was planning several sumptuous meals. Meanwhile, the family could manage on their own.
She prepared two hearty roastbeef sandwiches on rye bread for her husband...
humming as she worked. She added mayonnaise, pickle and onions and wrapped them up in saran-wrap. She was sure that Jamie would see things her way this time...and then she would have him back... forever!
A few hours later, Carrie sat propped up on her chaise longue with big expensively embroidered pillows behind her. She was secure in the knowledge that she would be alone with her son long enough at least to convince him that she needed him at home more than he was needed in New York.
When he entered her sitting room, Jamie once more felt himself getting annoyed, just by looking around at the way his mother had decorated. He hated her pretensions to glamour, and the large airy room reeked of it!
"Jamie!" she said, reaching her arms out toward him as she had seen so many movie heroines do before her! "Darling... come in... sit down!" "Hello mother..." Jamie said. He carefully took the seat across from his mother, rather than the one directly next to the chaise.
"What am I doing here anyway?" he asked himself.
Before him on the low cocktail table were placed the makings for his favorite kind of martinis. A full bottle of Beefeater's Gin gleamed in the afternoon light, and the mixing pitcher stood ready.
Carrie leaned forward and began to prepare them. As she did, the slightly elasticized neckline of her pheasant blouse expanded enough so that it was clear to her son that she was not wearing a bra. He found himself bridling and sitting back stiffly in his seat.
Would he never get used to her? His mind reached back to all the times when as a boy, his mother had shocked him... fascinated him... taunted him with her strange attitudes, so much unlike other mothers.
Carrie handed him the frosty drink she'd prepared, and noticing her son's reaction, sat back demurely so that her breasts would not show.
"Oh, Jamie..." she began breathlessly. "I'm so glad you agreed to have this little chat..." "Oh, Christ!" Jamie thought.
"Darling... I'll get right to the point. I know you like that..." Carrie was trying to use all her feminine intuition to win her son over. "I want to make you a proposition. I think we've all been under considerable strain recently... and I'd like to offer you my thoughts on at least one of the reasons why..." Jamie knocked back the first martini. He maintained a neutral expression and purposefully said nothing, waiting for her to continue speaking. Meanwhile he looked her over carefully. Why did he have to be the one stuck with a mother like her... why couldn't he have had just a simple little old lady in a rocking chair? She was still beautiful, he thought... more beautiful than ever if anything! He was plunged into despair by her continuing youth. An ageless quality surrounded her that made him suspect that she was something kin to a witch.
He poured himself another stiff martini and cursed under his breath when he realized what his mother was getting at.
"And we need you..." she was saying. "This place is much too big for just the two of us to handle... and you know you can't trust anyone who works for you... its got to be someone in the family! You don't look happy, Jamie... I know you're not happy living there in New York... It's dog eat dog all the way... why you ever chose the advertising business I'll never know... and it's hurting Susan and poor little Nancy... Jamie, you've got to think of your family." She took a dainty sip of her martini and continued, her pearly lips glistening with the alcoholic liquid. "Now you and I both know that the only reason we had that little... uh, occurrence... the other day... was because we're not really ourselves... We've got to get ourselves together Jamie... and this is the way to do it. You can have your own house... John and I won't interfere with your family in any way... but Jamie... for heavens sake come back to "Livingston's!" "Fuck off, Mom!" Jamie glared angrily at his mother.
Carrie sat up abruptly. "DON'T YOU DARE TALK TO YOUR MOTHER LIKE THAT!" Carrie exclaimed, the tendons of her neck standing out from the strain.
"Don't tell me you've never heard the word, 'fuck' before!" Jamie continued.
His brain was whirring, he'd downed those drinks too fast. He'd intended to keep cool, and now it was too late... they were smack in the midst of a lulu of a fight!
Carrie jumped from her chaise and landed a resounding smack on Jamie's cheek.
Jamie responded by grabbing hold of her hand and holding it so hard that Carrie began to shake.
"You bitch!" he yelled, stepping around the table and grabbing her by the arms. "You have the nerve to sit there like some prim little school girl and pretend that nothing much really happened between us... Well damn it, let me remind you... that you were fucked by your little baby boy... That's right, Mom... Not content with your own daughter's husband, you added me to your list!" Jamie was livid, his face had turned a deep scarlet and his eyes were mere slits of passion.
"And let me remind you my dear..." Carrie said levelly, staring up into her son's angry face. "That you crawled up and... as you so lewdly put it, fucked me from behind. I didn't ask you to after all!" "SAME ASS!" Jamie yelled, pulling her closer to him.
"YOU SCREWING THAT CREEP IKE RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF ME... AND THAT OBSCENE TAPE OF YOU TWO RIGHT THERE ON THE TV SCREEN! WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M MADE OF!" "I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE MADE OF!" Carrie said defiantly, even though Jamie's fingers were hurting her arms... holding her so tightly she could feel the blood circulation being cut off. "I'M YOUR MOTHER REMEMBER?" "You...!" Jamie's words were stopped by his mother's lips. Almost without thinking she kissed the taut lips that were about to curse her.
While it was happening, Jamie knew that he had lost again. His mother was too strong for him, and he was weak... much too weak!
John got thirsty and decided to go up to the house and get a beer to have with his sandwiches. He was pleased to have been able to spend the day alone, even though he knew that the various members of his family were about somewhere. He had spied Ike down by the swimming pool with Tricia and had steered clear of them. He had already messed with his daughter's life quite enough... and besides, he just couldn't stand the sight of her with her husband. It was much too painful.
He was just hoping that he could coast on in without further incidents until Sunday when they would all be gone.
The big house was quiet when he entered the kitchen. He was sweating from the effort of moving tables and chairs about in the bar, and cold can of Bud tasted just right to him. He stood in the bright sunny kitchen, gulping down the cold liquid. For the first time in several days, he was beginning to feel in control of himself. It felt good to be wearing his old overalls again, and he realized that he was really most comfortable wearing work clothes. He decided that he wouldn't wear anything else for the duration of his families stay, no matter what Carrie said. She could dress however she wanted, but he was going to stick with his plain old clothes. The frosty can made his hand cool, and John looked down at it. It was a strong, working man's hand... a good hand, he thought.
In this calm frame of mind, John decided to pay his wife a visit. He was sorry that he hadn't been more friendly to her earlier in the day and wanted to apologize.
He walked down the hall and turned right in the direction of the new wing he had had built especially for Carrie. Before he got there he heard the noises.
But he told himself that he had to be imagining it. It didn't seem possible that such sounds would be coming from Carrie's sitting room!
"OOOh Honey... honey... OH Jamie!" When John heard his son's name, he knew instantly that he was not imagining things... and he knew just what was going on in there.
He cautiously opened the door just a few inches and peered in. The shades had been pulled and the room was dimly lit. "Thought to pull the shades, but not to lock the door!" John muttered to himself, casting his eyes about the sitting room. There was no one there.
"OOOOOOOOoooooooooh!!" The familiar sound of his wife's voice was coming from the bedroom, and John gravitated toward it. He didn't know what he was going to do once he got there... but by God, he knew he was going to do something!
"NNNNNNNNNGH!" Carrie grunted and ground her hotly flaring pussy upward to meet her son's madly plunging cock... letting it strike wondrously against the spongy surface of her cervix, high, high inside her tight, hungrily milking pussy. The swollen pulsating head filled her streaming cunt creating wet rhythmic sluicing sounds that filled the whole room. Above them their mirror image echoed their passion, showing in minute detail each incestuous caress.
"Oh kiss me, darling... kiss me! Oh, my own baby boy... my own little love...
I love you, MOMMY LOVES YOU SO MUCH!" John had a good view of his grown son's thrusting buttocks... his heavy balls hung down and swung into Carrie's widespread crotch with each powerful blow.
He could also see Carrie's tight pink cunt clasping hard around Jamie's cock.
With each blow it would sink in with smooth resistance, making him grunt loudly.
"MOMMA MOMMA!" he cried out... "OH GOD MOMMA YOUR SWEET CUNT... OH GOD!" John thought at first that he would kill him... kill his own son! HOW COULD HE TOLERATE WHAT WAS GOING ON? IT WAS HORRIBLE! And the idea that his wife would betray him to such an extent was even more than he could bear. He stood watching, transfixed by the lewd sight before him, frozen by his mixed emotions... every muscle in his body tensed with anguish. The couple on the bed continued their wild gyrations, completely oblivious to anything else in the luxurious room but themselves. The silk coverlet of the round bed was crushed and stained beyond repair, and there were various articles of apparel strewn around the room on the thick white rug.
Jamie kneeled up, holding his mother's long beautiful legs out straight as though he were handling a wheelbarrow. His thick cock plunged in to the hilt, and thudded against the farthest end of her open, voraciously willing pussy.
"OH DON'T YOU SEE HONEY... THIS IS WHAT I WANT WHAT I NEED... WE BOTH NEED IT!
UUUUUUUUBNNGH!" Carrie's eyes rolled back up into her head as she was transported to the heights of ecstasy by her son's pounding rock-hard young cock. Her legs trembled from being held in such an unnatural position, but the hair-fringed center down between her thighs was receiving so much pleasure that it didn't natter. Nothing mattered but getting more and more of her son's thick cock inside her wantonly contracting pussy!
Jamie turned his mother over, so that she was on her side. He felt the wonderful large swellings of her breasts, full and taut, smashed against his chest. Her mouth was on his, her hair in his eyes. Her entire body was a part of him... an extension the scent of her... the soft feel of her... the highly aroused, almost unbelievably divine cunt that sucked like a starving mouth upon his prick!
"Christ," he thought... "she's right... This has been what I've been waiting all this time for!" "OH YES, JAMIE... SHE SAID INTO HIS MOUTH... GIVE IN TO IT... GIVE IN... LOVE IT... FEEL IT... IT'S GOOD!" Jamie lifted his mother's leg over his hip so that she was straddling his loins from above, and skewered his pusling rod high up inside her moistly working vaginal slit. He was reminded of her voice when she would try to get him to eat something when he was a boy... it was much the same, really... only this time he was enjoying doing as he was told, enjoying turning his mother into a whimpering mass of passion!
"OH MOMMA!" John was moving toward them, the same odd expression on his face. There was only one thing for him to do... only one thing that would let him save face...
that would make the situation tolerable. He couldn't blame Carrie... not when he himself had broken his promise to her!
His heavy thick veined cock stuck out through the unbuttoned opening of his work-pants, and he moved forward as though he were walking underwater, slow enough so that he might be discovered and stopped, if only either his wife or his son would notice him.
But neither one opened an eye, and in a few moments John was contemplating his wife's long hollowing back and silken buttocks as they twisted and turned with each long upward lunge of his son, Jamie's cock. The whitely quivering buttocks were parted and the long nether crack between her pale cheeks widened and narrowed according to the tensing and untensing of her desperately straining thighs. John could catch glimpses of the wetly glistening cock of his young son as it entered the pink fluted lips of Carrie's cunt. Above, the tight, puckered little ring of her naked anus appeared and disappeared like a tiny brown rose bud.
He went straight for it.
"AAAAAAAAARGH!" Carrie was forceably flattened down against her son's chest...
even closer than she had been before. All along her back she could feel the rough material of her husband's overalls, scraping harshly against her skin.
But most urgently, she felt as though something like a telephone pole had been shoved into her rectum. There was no preparation, nothing to warn her that anything like this was about to happen, and although in her youth Carrie had experimented with this form of lovemaking, it had been a long time and the pain in her rear-end was atrocious, not to mention the shock of being entered there so brutally while in the midst of making love with her son!
"WHAT THE???" Jamie looked up at his mother's scream and saw over her shoulder the intensely scowling features of his father. His blood ran cold as he felt his father's hands reaching across and around his mother's trembling body to grasp him by the arms.
"YOU KEEP FUCKING! YOU WANT TO FUCK YOUR MOTHER... WELL GO ON BUT DON'T THINK YOU'RE GONNA KEEP YOUR OLD MAN OUT COMPLETELY!"
"But Dad... I... Dad!" John's fingers dug into his son's flesh and he held him with his strong iron-like grip, pulling him in toward the woman they both loved. His giant cock was receiving a tight, futilely resisting squeezing from Carrie's rectal muscles, and now as he pulled against his son, he could feel through the thin partition between his wife's rectum and vagina, the surging, throbbing mass of young Jamie's cock.
He grunted and pushed hard, and Carrie screamed out in agony and anger. "JOHN GET AWAY... GET AWAY FROM ME!"
"SHUT UP, YOU CUNT!" John cried, "YOU'RE GETTING JUST WANT YOU WANT... JUST WHAT YOU DESERVE!"
The two enormous battering rams began a fierce in and out thrusting in each of the defensively clenched holes between her legs and Carrie tried to flail out in an effort to protect herself. But she couldn't completely forget the enjoyment of the huge fleshy pole imbedded deep up in her vagina, and her dilated pussy was still in a state of moistly defensive response. The bitter sweet feeling of what was now an unwanted desire filled her, even though there was a raging tearing pain in her anus. She began to moan as each thrust forward by her angry husband sent her slamming into Jamie's well built body, forcing his long, excitedly throbbing prick that much further up inside her wetly seeping vagina. Then she would go ricocheting back, finding her soft yielding buttocks being entered to a deeper and deeper degree by the steadily pushing cock behind her! Her back passage involuntarily sucked against her husband's cruelly pushing penis, and John never stopped humping himself forward into the moist hairless split for a second. The relentlessly burrowing head stretched the small opening wide beyond all endurance, forcing and twisting, spiraling upward with an unstoppable, driving insistent force.
She jerked forward in pain as the two thick poles seemed to meet deep up inside her wide stretched belly. The two blunt tipped instruments of masculinity were actually rubbing against each other in there! She had done some pretty wild things in her time, but never, she thought... NEVER anything remotely resembling this dual fucking she was getting. There was no getting away from it either... it was clear that John was not going to let Jamie stop... and Jamie showed no signs of wanting to now anyway! She could feel her son's smooth flat belly pressing into hers as he strained forward hooking his giant cock forward and ever upward into the hair-lined lips of her cunt. Her thighs were wide apart and she still lay on her side while behind her the rough denim of John's pants created an unbearable friction along the smoothly jiggling skin of her buttocks. She was impaled brutally from both sides! Her clitoris rubbed hotly against the sliding base of Jamie's prick starting a new sensation that mingled with the pain in her backside and the pleasure in her hungrily grasping pussy walls. She thought she was going crazy!
Carrie screamed over and over, until Jamie's tongue suddenly found its way back into her open mouth, stifling her cries by swirling round and round inside it. For a second she got so dizzy she thought she would faint, and then she felt a strange exhilaration. SUDDENLY SHE REALIZED THAT SHE WAS COMPLETELY FILLED UP BETWEEN HER LEGS. EVERY BIT OF HER WAS FILLED BY WONDERFUL HARD MALE FLESH! THE TWO MEN THAT SHE LOVED MOST IN THE WORLD WERE MAKING LOVE TO HER!
SHE HAD NEVER BEEN SO TOTALLY POSSESSED IN HER LIFE!
Deep inside her cock besieged pussy a spark grew and doubled itself. With each hard back thrust she made with her body, her voraciously clinging anal passage massaged her husband's cock with unprecedented force.
"OH JESUS!" John cried.
Frantically Carrie caught hold of her son's hair, pulling at the pale blonde hair that looked so like her own. Her head was flung back, her mouth gaping wide with a thin trail of moisture slipping from between her lips. Jamie plowed into her, slamming his hips up against her with a vicious strength made all the more impelling by his father's clenched fingers upon his arms. He was starting to cum and it was barreling up out of his exploding testicles like a freight train. There was nothing that he could do to stop it! Suddenly his prick was spurting thick hot jets of semen directly up into his mother's warmly welcoming vagina. Her long blonde hair moved from side to side, covering first her son's face below and then her husband's face behind her with golden swirling curls. She herself let forth a stream of obscene words...
the only ones that would express what she was feeling as the softness of her nakedy writhing body was smashed helplessly between the two nakedly fucking men.
"OOOOOOOOOOARRRHHGH!" she cried, "OH GIVE ME YOUR CUM, BABY... GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEEEEE!" Both Jamie and John seemed totally overwhelmed by Carrie's response, and they began to squeeze and finger her sweat- glistening flesh, grappling with her quivering breasts, her desperately jerking buttocks, her hotly seeping pussy until she too began to emit the shrill, animal-like cries of orgasm.
"I'M CUMMING YOU BASTARDS... I'M CUMMING!" she shrieked.
Her anal muscles contracted wildly around John's cock and as his balls gave one last smack against the underside of her buttocks he released his cum in hot waves of thickness into the burning channel of his wife's bowels. Jamie continued to grind against her spasm filled body, his hardened cock impaling her from the front, while his father's jerked deep up into her from behind.
Carrie could feel two pools of hot liquid bubbling lewdly around up inside her. And the thought that the two hard spurting cocks inside her belonged to her own son, Jamie, and to her husband, John, sent a delicious shiver of perversed delight rippling through her widespread genitals.
"Oh darlings..." she gasped...feeling a new orgasm approaching. "MORE... MOOOOOOORE! STUFF ME, FILL ME, KILL ME WITH YOUR TWO BEAUTIFUL COCKS!"
Chapter 15
"Uncle Ike... let me in!" Nancy knocked on the door of Cabin Number One. She knew that her Uncle Ike was alone inside because she had been watching the cabin for some time and had seen her Aunt Tricia drive off to town. The two of them had spent the morning down by the swimming pool, and Nancy had seen her Uncle making another video tape of himself diving into the pool. Thinking there was no one around he had also made Aunt Tricia do some dives and some thing that looked like weird exercises completely nude... all for his camera.
Nancy knew that he was in there watching the re-runs of the films now, and she thought that it would be a perfect time to visit him.
"WHO IS IT?" Ike growled. He didn't like to be interrupted in the middle of a tape. He was just getting a big kick out of watching Tricia doing the 'exercises' he had mapped out for her down by the pool, and was planning to splice parts of this tape into the one he had made of her the other night. He was really getting quite a collection... one that any man would be proud to own!
"It's me... open up, Uncle Ike!" "Damn... what does that nosey kid want?" Ike turned off the video machine and went to the door. Nancy stood there resplendent in a bright cotton shift, so short that it barely covered her upper thighs.
"Hi... Uncle Ike..." she said in her most seductive voice. She skipped into the room before he could stop her. "Oh... I see you're watching the video machine... will you show me your latest tapes?" "Listen... kid... go'way... I'm busy right now!" Ike was still wearing his bathing trunks, and Nancy observed his dark curly body hairs with admiration.
"I've always liked your curly chest, Uncle Ike," she smiled, sitting upon the bed.
"Now when has she seen my chest before?" Ike wondered.
"Come on... show me some tapes... I just love them!"
"Oh... alright... but just one or two," Ike said, preparing to replace the lewd tapes with something more suitable for a 10 year old.
Nancy watched him closely as he fixed the machine, and he remembered how she had asked him to show her everything about it. He had been proud at the time when she'd shown a remarkable grasp of mechanical things. As he inserted a tape of himself diving off the diving board into the Olympic size swimming pool, it suddenly struck him as odd that it was Nancy who had stacked the tapes and insisted that he and Carrie and Jamie watch it that fateful day up at the big house! What they were supposed to be watching was the family volley ball game, but in the midst of it the tape he'd filmed previously of himself and Carrie making it in her big round bed had suddenly appeared on the small screen... and THAT he thought, was when the shit hit the fan!
He had always thought that he himself was to blame for that dreadful error, but now that he thought about it, he didn't see how he could have been that careless. Besides, he was almost certain he had put that particular tape away in his secret hiding place. Ike eyed Nancy suspiciously as the little girl began to ooh and aah over his less than spectacular leaps into the Pool.
"Nancy..." he said suddenly. "Let's watch some different tapes..." He began to fiddle with the machine. "Will you get them for me?" Before she realized that it was a trap, Nancy started toward the bathroom. The obscene tapes were in the hamper of the bathroom, and that was where she had found the one of Uncle Ike and Grandma before she placed it in the machine and made sure they they would all watch it!
"YOU SNEAKY LITTLE BITCH!" Ike yelled as he saw her direction. "YOU put that tape on the machine, didn't you? HOW DID YOU KNOW ABOUT IT?" He grabbed her and began shaking. Nancy's red pigtails began flying, and her teeth chattered as her head bobbed up and down during the vigorous shaking.
"Let me go, Uncle Ike... LEMME GO!" she cried.
"That means you must have seen everything!" Ike yelled. "YOU LITTLE SNEAK!
WELL I HOPE YOU GOT A GOOD EYEFULL! WHY... I'VE GOT A GOOD MIND TO..." He turned Nancy's small body over his knee and prepared to give her a good spanking. But then he saw that her naked little buttocks were staring back at his disbelieving eyes. SHE WASN'T WEARING PANTIES UNDERNEATH HER DRESS!
His hand remained suspended in the air... and then once over his initial shock, he brought it down hard on the twin white mounds of virgin flesh.
"OOOOOOOW!" Nancy exclaimed.
"YOU MEDDLING LITTLE..." his hand came down hard again.
"OOOOOOW! Uncle Ike!" His flat hand came down again and again making the soft white skin of Nancy's nakedly smooth young buttocks turn scarlet.
"WHY DID YOU DO IT... WHY?" The stinging pain on her trembling asscheeks made tears spring to Nancy's eyes, and suddenly she began to blurt out the whole story.
Her uncle's hand remained suspended above her exposed nether cheeks as she began to stammer out the words... half crying and sobbing.
"I did it because I wanted to get back at Daddy... I just wanted to see what his reaction would be to you and Grandma fucking! I stumbled upon you by accident and watched the whole thing. I knew you made a tape of it!" "Where did you learn such words... and how did you know about me and your grandma?" Ike asked, totally shocked by the little girl's language.
"FROM YOU... YOU AND GRANDMA... AND FROM GRANDPA... AND..." "AND WHO... GRANDPA AND WHO?" "I... I can't say!" How could she tell Ike that she'd seen his own wife, Aunt Tricia with her father??? "YOU LITTLE SNIP! YOU TELL ME OR I'LL BEAT YOU TILL YOUR BEHIND TURNS PURPLE." Ike began to whack away at Nancy's bottom, furiously gritting his teeth. Too many things were falling into place... too fast. He was beginning to understand things that he really didn't want to understand... but the knowledge was coming, even before he was ready for it! Even before Nancy spoke, he KNEW WHAT SHE WAS GOING TO SAY!
Nancy spoke defiantly... angry at the recollection of what she had seen. "WITH AUNT TRICIA... THAT'S WHO... WITH TRICIA!" Ike's hand stopped in mid-air. He spoke slowly and deliberately. "Doing what... what were they doing? Tell me everything!" He helped Nancy get down from his knees but held her in place in front of him by placing his hands around her waist.
Nancy began to sputter out the entire story. About how she had lured her grandfather to the old cabins and how when they were just getting to the interesting parts, Aunt Tricia had come into the cabin looking for her father... and how she had run off and Gramps had followed her... and what she had seen them doing down by the stream.
"AND IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!" she concluded tearfully, nevertheless scanning her Uncle's face to see if he planned on spanking her some more.
"Oh, Christ!" Ike put his hand to his head. The image of his wife writhing nakedly around on the ground down by the creek with her own father pounding hotly between her widespread legs was running through his mind almost as if he himself had filmed it and was playing it back. THAT was where she'd been the night he'd waited for her to get back... THAT was why there were those smudges on her ass!
"OH GOD!" he said out loud, remembering all the time that he'd encouraged Tricia to spend with her father because it gave him easier access to her mother. All the time he was dallying with Carrie, Tricia was probably getting closer and closer to intimacy with her father! How many times had they done it? Nancy was still talking but he was paying little attention, only catching a word here and there.
"So PLEASE... Uncle Ike... PLEASE... You see... it has to be you... Why do I have to be the one who's left out???" "WHA... WHAT? What are you saying, child?" Ike suddenly realized just what Nancy was asking of him. He looked at her earnest little freckled face and saw that she was perfectly serious. And just as he was about to say something else, he saw her pick up her dress and place herself once more on his knees...
only this time, she sat up, placing her arms around his neck, and wiggling her sensuous little buttocks into a comfortable position on his lap. She placed her head in the crook of his neck and whispered into his ear. His brain was whirring, all the component parts of what was happening clicking together quickly and accurately.
Nancy pulled back a little and gathering up her courage looked into Ike's eyes. With a shiver, she felt his dark eyes burning into hers, frightening her and thrilling her to the marrow of her bones. With the speed of a hawk latching onto its prey, Ike leaned forward, grabbed her hard by the shoulders and kissed her full on the lips.
Ike felt a perverse excitement taking hold of him... not only because of the unusual feeling of Nancy's little lips and tongue beneath his, but because of the lewdly vengeful plan that was forming in his mind.
"What the hell," he thought... "old man Livingston's already had a crack at her... and the kid's begging for it!" He wasn't beyond giving any woman what she wanted, even if she was a ten year old! He could feel the little girl's entire body tensing against his, responding to the long kiss hungrily with a sincerity that he found appealing. He let his hands run along the small waist, the hips that were already beginning to form... the breasts that were almost non-existent, but already there in the form of tiny hard little nipples that rolled charmingly beneath his exploring fingers. Her skin was softer than silk and Ike found that he was getting very excited indeed! Any second thoughts of propriety that he might have had were being burned away slowly but surely by this determined little woman! SHE WAS GOING TO BE SOME LOOKER WHEN SHE GREW UP! Nancy returned his kiss with a ferver born to a sensuous woman... and Ike could sense that she was really ready, just as she said she was!
He let his hands slide tantalizingly over her small budding breasts, feeling the little girl moan and squirm as he played with them and kneaded them, concentrating on the growing nipples, working on them until he could feel them stiffening.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" Nancy moaned, gurgling deep in her throat. Her little nipples tingled, and she felt her Uncle's slowly hardening prick rising against her naked thighs beneath the covering of his brief bathing suit. She reached her small hand down to feel its dimensions, and felt it jerk against her hand.
"OH!" she said. Ike renewed his kiss and Nancy felt a frenzy of desire begin to grow at the pit of her belly. Her tongue dug deep into her Uncle Ike's mouth, as his thickening penis throbbed against her hand.
IT WAS MUCH BIGGER THAN GRAMPS! she realized, feeling slightly panicky. But now there was no doubt in Ike's mind that he was going to go through with the whole thing... especially since it fit in so well with his plans!
"Come on, honey!" he exclaimed, suddenly dumping Nancy unceremoniously on the floor... "Let's get on the bed..." Nancy moved obediently to the bed and climbing on, sat in the middle of the spread. Her heart was thumping loudly in her chest, and she kept saying to herself, "This is it... This is it!" She couldn't believe it, and a part of her didn't want to believe it as she watched her Uncle Ike's hurried motions.
He was setting up big spotlights all around the bed, and putting an empty cartridge into the camera.
HE WAS GOING TO FILM HER!
"Come on sweetie," he finally said, moving toward the bed. She could see the enormous bulge of his penis forming a big mound in front of his swim trunks, and she moved back a little on the mattress. Ike swooped down on her before she could react and began to remove her dress, zipping it down the back and peeling it off to reveal the pure white smoothness of her barely pubescent body.
"What a little sweetie you are!" he said, his eyes taking in every naked inch of her, especially the soft little mound of her pussy where a few fuzzy red pubic hairs could be seen starting to grow.
"You have a little girl's body... but a woman's mind!" he said, hurriedly removing his bathing suit. Nancy took this compliment to heart... at last someone understood her! But still the sight of his large, uncircumcised, prick was terrifying to her.
Her Uncle had her lie back upon the bed, and spent several long moments looking at her. In the background the steady grinding of the camera filled the room. Then, "play with yourself... let me see you touch yourself, sweetie!" "Oh yessss!" Nancy hissed excitedly, feeling the cool air flowing over the hotness of her cuntal flesh, "Yessss..." Quickly, her own fingers flitted across the tiny rising bud of her clitoris, smoothing it, tickling it... anticipating the moment when her Uncle's fingers would replace her own... she could almost feel it already... in fact she began to imagine that all the delicious thrills created by her own fingers were coming from him already!
She was so transported by her sensual manipulations, that small waves of sex fluids began to seep from the tender jewel of her still virgin pussy.
Ike became more and more stimulated by watching this little nymphet playing with her own hotly exposed little cunt. His rock hard penis felt so inflated that it almost hurt. What would it be like to feel himself inside such a tiny little cunt? It had to feel incredible! He watched the small cushiony lips of her tight little pussy as they quivered, in response to her little fingertips.
Ike felt something snap inside him. WHAT A TERRIFIC FILM IT WAS GOING TO BE!
"Hang on, sweetie... I'm coming to help you out!" With that he lowered himself directly over her small figure almost crushing her frail young body under his weight. Before Nancy could even register what was happening, he had guided the bulbous head of his surging cock to the small pulsating opening that nestled teasingly up between the fleshy folds of her seeping pussy.
"OH..." Nancy gasped, feeling the gigantic cock pressing hard and tight against the tiny, tightly clenched mouth of her virgin pussy. She had thought he would do something to prepare her for this moment, but she hadn't reckoned with her impetuous Uncle Ike. Nothing could stop him now; with the weight of his 6 foot frame he held his 10 year old niece firmly down, pressing her deep into the mattress. Even when she began to struggle, she could not move an inch of the dead weight of his body. To her horror, Ike reached down and grabbed hold of her legs, pulling them up by holding them just behind the knees, he lifted them until they were pressing directly into her shoulders, leaving her bent almost double and the whole of her defenseless young pussy open to his attack.
"Nooooooooooooo!" Nancy cried "You've got to stop!" Without even bothering to say a word, Ike gave a merciless lunge forward sending the giant bulbous head of his cock bursting into the unbelievably tight sheath of Nancy's totally virgin little vagina.
"AAAAAAAAAAATTTTRRRGYH!" Nancy flailed her head wildly. The shock of the sudden thrust felt like it had shattered her completely, and she twisted and squirmed like a mad woman in a vain effort to escape the terrible impalement of her 10 year old little cunt.
"OOOOOOOh!" Ike moaned, gasping as he felt the warm wet walls of the little girl's pussy slipping over his rigidity like a tightly clenched fist filled with hot melted butter. He felt like he was in heaven! The tight squeezing along the shaft of his prick was so GOOD! He let his head fall loosely back as his loins sped forward, buffeting into the helplessly struggling girl. His thick, rock hard cock speared her, boring quickly to the unused depths of her tender pussy. His pelvis smacked tight up against hers, flattening her upraised buttocks with hard, sharp slaps that reverberated throughout the room and were all recorded by Ike's excellent sound equipment.
In miniature, their twisting bodies were seen in action on the screen of the video machine... looking like any ordinary television set, except for the lewd content of its image!
Naney's muffled moans of pain and terror were unheeded and unheard by nothing other than the small microphone, as Ike reached forward to grab her by the shoulder. With a grunt, be pulled her small body up tight against his, letting his thick hard cock sink to its fullest depth in her white, quivering little belly. Naney's pigtails had come undone and the full wavy locks of her red hair fell across her shoulder. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut as she struggled to withstand the full impact of what was happening to her. NEVER, NEVER WOULD SHE HAVE DREAMED THAT ANYTHING COULD HURT SO MUCH! Had she known, she would have vowed to remain a virgin for life... and certainly would not have advanced this moment by so many years. It suddenly seemed more than desirable to her to remain a child... an innocent child who knew nothing about these things... who had never seen the immoral acts her family performed all around her. A child who had not somehow wound up here on this bed with her own Uncle, having been penetrated by his gigantic penis as though she weren't even human!
Ike gritted his teeth and fucked in and out with long hard strokes that seemed to receive their momentum from the very tips of his toes. He could feel the hardness of his cock pressing tight against the end of her cervix. The ragged pink lips of Nancy's tight defenseless cunt were pulled outward on each out-stroke, the soft protective folds giving way to the violent assault of Ike's big cock. The tiny opening was being forceably stretched, more and more with each entry, as he skewered into her with obvious delight.
He could feel a wonderful sensation of power taking hold of him... as if by this vile rape he were getting back at the entire Livingston family... every single one of them! He could feel the soft fleshy ridges deep inside her giving way to him just as the Livingston's were going to give way to him! It was a tremendously exciting moment for him, and the growing fire in his hanging, slapping testicles told him that he WAS going to last a long time!
Nancy's muffled sobs and moans mingled with his own grunts of pleasure, while his hands moved passionately over her entire body, finally centering on and cupping her small compact buttocks, which he manipulated with obscene relish, making her entire lower body respond to his pounding cock at will! He could feel her body go limp as though she had given up struggling. The pain had subsided, and there remained only the mental horror of the act itself. She was being pumped into like she was made of clay, not flesh. Ike's fingers dug cruelly at her little puckered anus, and then moving away pushed down on her hips, slipping her battered pussy over his cock, like a tight fitting glove.
On and on he drove, until Nancy's whimpers became one long low continuous whine. He was getting bigger and bigger there deep inside her... and she thought that surely she would be split in two at any moment.
Opening her eyes, she was terrified to see the look of sadistic glee on his face... and it occurred to her that Uncle Ike had gone crazy! She issued a silent prayer that he would come to his senses soon and that it would all be over shortly!
Above her, Ike felt his heated cock getting thicker and thicker, as he ground savagely forward. Never had he felt anything like this before... so young and tender and helpless... so fantastically NEW! His inflated cock felt burning hot, and he was almost there. Eagerly he continued to ram into her with a mounting tension. Suddenly Nancy's voice reached him beyond the clouds of his excitement.
"UNCLE IKE... PLEASE PLEASE!!!" The words exploded in his brain... He was her Uncle... this squirming wonderful little pussy belonged to his niece... But his niece by marraige only... And soon... SOON THEY WOULD ALL KNOW... ALL OF THEM! That thought did it! With a wild scream of lust, he threw his head back, letting his hot lewd sperm shoot forward into Nancy's wide stretched cuntal passage. He could feel her tiny wet muscles clamping tight around his hard rod as she groaned in helpless submission beneath him. Spurt after spurt of his lustful juices emptied into the little girl's womb, filling her up inside until they flowed back out her tightly locked pussy lips again, streaming lewdly down over her naked buttocks to form warm wet pools on the crumpled bed below.
"NO NOONONONOoooooo!" Nancy screamed, feeling the wetness expanding inside her... it was as though a fireman had placed his hose directly against her tiny vagina and let loose an endless flood of water.
Suddenly depleted, Ike fell forward onto her, completely satiated by the tremendous effort he had put into his cruel fucking of his young virginal niece.
As Nancy lay sobbing beneath him, Ike panted above her, from the blackness of his almost mindless state, rose the wonderful thought that had urged him on during the incredible act of fornication he had just completed.
Soon... he would show them all! HE'D SHOW THEM!
Chapter 16
"But what could he possibly want?" Carrie Livingston wondered aloud as she and John made their way to the building that would soon house the new discotheque.
Carrie felt undeniably shaky, and it was only her husband's strong presence that helped her to function after their most unusual encounter the day before.
She hadn't seen Jamie since he had left the luxuriously furnished bedroom, looking pale and shaken. She had not had the heart to cry out after him then... clearly they were all in trouble! What on earth were they going to do? That was why Carrie was surprised to see that all the lights were on in the as yet unfinished space... and there sitting down at one of the tables, was her son Jamie and his wife Susan. Little Nancy sat at the table with them... but none of them seemed to be speaking to each other. John supported Carrie's elbow as she faltered upon seeing Jamie.
"Come on in..." John said... "Ike must have asked them to come too... He said he had something to tell all of us!" Maybe he's the only one with any sense around here after all! he thought to himself. He for one, was ready to hear what anybody had to say that could help the family.
He made Carrie sit down at one of the tables after nodding to his estranged son and his family. Looking around him, he wondered if all the work he had done to make Livingston's a success had been in vain. If there weren't some way to straighten things out with his family, and his wife in particular...
what use was there in going on? The bright lights were on in the large room since it was a grey day outside...
the first since the family had arrived in the mountains. It had seemed as though the incredible Indian Summer was going to last forever, and this was the first day that was more like the late October weather they should have been having. John focused his eyes on the empty stage, where next summer he planned to have five musicians playing for his guests. Carrie got up and went to the bar to fix herself a drink.
"Would anyone like a drink?" she said loudly, almost defensively.
Jamie didn't answer, but Susan looked gratefully at her mother-in-law.
"Yes, Mother Livingston..." she said, "Please..." Carrie began to make the busy noises of a bartender, having decided to make a drink for everyone and while she was there, the front door was flung open and in walked Ike and Tricia.
Tricia barely raised her eyes in greeting to the others and Ike seemed to have a firm hold on her arm. John looked up at his daughter, and once more felt a surge of desire for her. It was hard for him to hide his antagonism toward his son-in-law Ike, but he was determined to try anyway.
Tricia sat down at one of the tables across from the others, and Ike moved up to the stage facing the family, his eyes shining brightly, his whole stance one of a person with the utmost confidence in himself. The effect was electrifying.
He spoke loudly and clearly to his captive audience, after having waited until Carrie finished placing glasses of Courvoisier brandy and soda in front of each of them and returned to her chair beside John.
"I've gathered you all here..." he began, his eyes taking in each of them with equal intensity. "To show you something... and tell you a lot of things I think you ought to know!" Carrie shivered as Ike's eyes focused upon her. She lowered her eyes, unable to withstand his stare... already fearful about what he was going to say.
"First of all I think we ought to all show our gratitude for good old Mother Livingston for starting off our little family reunion with a BANG... so to speak!" Ike continued to stare down at his attractive mother-in-law. "She welcomed us all in that tramp, see-through dress... letting us all see what fantastic boobs she's got... not to mention everything else. Well I want you to know that that very night... I got to feel those boobs... and they're every bit as wonderful as they look!" Tricia gasped and turned white, casting a shocked look at her mother. "Oh...
no... not Mother!" she said softly under her breath.
"Not to mention what else I got to feel!" Ike continued. "Yes... John...
you've got yourself a good pussy there... But then I suppose you know that!" Carrie began to cry, but made no move to leave the table. Beside her, John forced himself to continue staring at Ike... trying to maintain his composure, even though this information about his wife was news to him. It was news to everyone else in the room too, and each struggled with his own thoughts trying to assimilate it with the knowledge they did have. Susan made a brief effort to get Nancy to leave the discotheque... but the little girl refused to go...
and Susan herself felt so depleted that she finally gave up. Nancy would have to do some fast growing she thought... to keep up with the family! It was all too bad but there was nothing she could do about it now!
"Yes..." Ike continued. "It's a sweet blonde, luscious cunt... and I want to show it to you!" He suddenly flicked a switch and turned down the lights. Then he connected the video tape machine he had already positioned on the stage, and turned it on.
There for everyone to see was a close up of Ike's fleshy hard instrument disappearing to the hilt between widespread legs that obviously belonged to Carrie Livingston! They crawled crab fashion up Ike's muscular back as six fascinated pairs of eyes watched the small screen. The lewd couple bucked and jumped on the bed, writhing in absolute ecstasy on Carrie's round bed.
"God... he's fucking her good!" John had to admit it to himself, even though he could hardly condone what he was watching. He felt a spark of fire leap to life inside him as he saw Carrie's face on the screen, a mask of lust, her mind on nothing but the fucking she was getting from her son-in-law, Ike.
"Yes... folks... that was some time ago... when we first arrived for our little visit! You keep on watching while I continue talking. Interesting isn't it. I must say... that's a pretty good shot of me! Heh!" The camera showed his lewdly thrusting buttocks flexing deeply into the wide-spread thighs before him.
"Now I want to go on... The next antics of dear Mother Livingston occurred right after the family volley ball game... I'm sure everyone remembers that game fondly... well, so did little Nancy... and she wanted us to watch it...
us being yours truly, Carrie and her stalwart son Jamie... now sweet Nancy arranged for us to see not only the tape of the game, but the very one you're watching right now!" On the screen, Carrie's wide open pussy exploded and seeped hotly trickling orgasmic fluids down the nakedly straining crevice of her open buttocks, while the deeply plunging rod continued to plunder liquidly into the tender flesh above.
In spite of himself, Jamie felt an odd tingling in his groin at the sigbt of his mother's cunt. What was the use in fighting it anymore... He was beyond caring who knew!!
"Yes... our boy Jamie was so excited by this that he couldn't resist joining us... (us being Carrie and yours truly). You see Carrie got so carried away that she seduced me right before the eyes of her own son!" There was a gasp from his stunned audience. John could feel the sweat trickling down his neck into the back of the collar of his workshirt. He refused to look at Carrie, but beneath the table he could feel her legs pressing against his. He did not press back, but neither did he remove his leg from the questioning pressure of hers.
Ike continued, really warming to his 'act'. "Now I don't have to tell any of you that Jamie really enjoyed fucking his momma's cunt... I mean what man could resist... ??? We had a great three way scene by the way... until the end... that was when Jamie chickened out... and Carrie decided she really didn't like me too much anymore... (AS IF IT WERE MY FAULT!) I want you to know Carrie that the person responsible for putting this particularly horny tape on was your own Granddaughter, Nancy... who not only saw the original, but got a good look at our three way screw!!" Susan looked at her daughter with horror. In the dim light she could just make out Nancy's pert features. The little girl was smiling broadly! She looked at her husband Jamie... understanding for the first time what his REAL trouble had been all along! No wonder he had a hard time making love to her... It was his MOTHER who was responsible! Tears formed in her eyes as she realized that it wasn't because of any lack in her... it was a psychological problem... and that problem was all Jamie's! The truth was ghastly... but Susan felt a tremendous relief flooding her... a new confidence in herself as a person. It was a confidence that she had almost completely lost... and now she felt it returning rapidly... She could help Jamie... Love him again... be a good mother... all those things... now that she KNEW!
Seeing Jamie's hand upon the table before him, she reached out and placed hers over it. She felt his hand trembling beneath hers... but he made no move to take it away. Susan felt exhilarated by this simple fact!
"Now let me carry on... there's more folks... much more! Kindly continue to watch the screen!" The tape of Ike and Carrie on the big double bed faded out, and suddenly there was a perfect image of Ike and Tricia... they were in New York in their apartment. Ike flicked on the sound mike now and Tricia's voice intoned, "OH OH OH IKE YESSSSSSSSSS HARDER HARDER MORE MORE DO IT DO IT OH I LOOOOOVE IT" Ike fucked hard into the slight blonde figure of his wife, letting her breasts smash beneath his chest, unmercifully ramming up and up until Tricia thrashed out the high pitched wails of a crashing orgasm... her cries filled the discotheque, since Ike had hooked his equipment up to the central speaker system.
Tricia felt weak... as though she were going to faint. How could Ike show such personal things about her or anyone else? No matter what her mother had done, she thought, she had a right to a certain amount of privacy! She cringed before the sight of her own nakedly grinding cunt on the screen, realizing that everyone was avidly watching her climax. Suddenly the scene changed and she saw that it was the film Ike had made when he had taken her so brutally from behind.
"OH NO IKE!" she gasped out, as she saw. the whiteness of her own behind lewdly facing thc screen... her pucked anus clearly visible between the quivering smudged buttocks... and Ike's big cock approaching...!
"Now folks... you'll agree that our own Tricia here is a good lay... and she really gets a kick out of some of the more unusual things in bed... witness this great ass fucking and how she gets to dig it...
Tricia groaned, she felt more uncomfortable than she'd ever been in her life... but still she kept her eyes riveted on the small screen.
"I want to call your attention to those smudged ass cheeks of hers... KNOW WHAT THAT IS? It's good old Livingston DIRT! Comes from this great land of yours Father Livingston!" John gulped down another drink of his brandy. He had a feeling he was going to need it!
"YESS, JOHN...!" Ike continued, "THIS... as they say... IS YOUR LIFE!
Unfortunately I don't have any footage... but I have it on good authority that those smudges of dirt came from a most interesting meeting between you and your darling daughter... MY WIFE TRICIA!" Ike paused to let those words sink in, and when he thought they had had a proper effect, he smiled and went on.
"From what I understand you really fucked her little blonde pussy GOOD! Ground her right down into the soft earth... took off her little panties to do it...
got right down to the NITTY GRITTY!" Well, John just watch while you see your own little girl going through a series of exercises for me!" On the screen there appeared the pained and humiliated features of a stark naked Tricia. She was down by the swimming pool, and slowly, she placed her fingers down to cover the exposed hair fringed lips of her pussy. Lying on her back with her knees up, she began to open up the covering hair-fringed labia, exposing for the camera the perfect inner flanges of her pussy. They gleamed in the light as the camera zoomed in for a closeup. The naked bud of her clitoris rose up in sight as a man's thick index finger... (obviously Ike's) flicked at it steadily. Then this shot suddenly-changed and Tricia was bending forward, her soft, well formed breasts hanging down before her. Her head hung down and with a chagrined expression, she was looking back through her own legs. As if in response to a command, she parted her own nether cheeks and placed her fingers inside.
Shot after shot of Tricia in various obscene poses flicked in rapid succession upon the screen, and John felt himself becoming highly aroused by the sight of his sweet young daughter. Somehow the expression of humiliated submission on her face served to make his excitement more complete. Even though he knew that Ike was forcing her to do those things he could not remain impervious to the loveliness of her postures, the pure sensuality of her body! Carrie was pressing hard on his leg, and he began to press back. He felt Carrie's hand crawling up his thigh and made no move to stop it. His cock jerked hard in his pants and he could feel it throbbing with each beat of his heart. Ike continued happily with his lewd narration...
"BUT JOHN... I KNOW AND YOU KNOW AND OF COURSE TRICIA KNOWS THAT THAT WASN'T THE FIRST TIME YOU FUCKED YOUR OWN DAUGHTER! Tricia herself has told me...
After a little prompting I must admit about her little... shall we say, indiscretion with Susan! YES SUSAN... YOU AND TRICIA REALLY GOT DOWN TO IT SUCKING EACH OTHER'S PUSSIES over by the lake... and JOHN TOOK FULL ADVANTAGE OF IT BY JOINING IN AFTER HE DISCOVERED YOU IN THE BUSHES! Bet your husband never knew you had such tendencies!!! Why don't you fuck her a little more Jamie, instead of your Mom and maybe she wouldn't turn to such perversions as making it with your own sister!!!???" Jamie and Susan looked at each other, reading each other's agony with astounding accuracy. Susan leaned forward, and tenderly kissed her husband on the lips. To her delight, she felt him respond. HOW LONG HAD IT BEEN SINCE HE'D KISSED HER LIKE THAT?!
"Oh... JAMIE... JAMIE DARLING... " she sighed into his mouth. Beside them, Nancy watched her mother and father's embrace. She felt something like an old wound healing inside her at the sight of them. She sensed that there would be no more arguments, no more of those horrible strained conversations... or that fake friendliness her parents used to put on solely for her benefit. No more screaming and yelling. She continued to grin broadly, knowing that her Uncle Ike was getting down to the good part.
"OH YES, YOU LIVINGSTON'S ARE SOME FAMILY!! But there's one person even more intelligently perverse than all of you and that's this little girl!" There on the screen for the entire family to see was Ike's gigantic cock pressing fast and hard into Naney's virgin little pussy. The sound track was once more turned on, and the shattering sounds of Nancy's pain expanded throughout the room. They saw Ike reaching down and pulling little Nancy's legs up forcing them back to touch her shoulders... And he heard the little girl's incredible agony as she was taken by the enormous 6 footer with a vigor that would make a grown woman cry out!
"Before any of you get the idea that this was all pain and terror for our little girl, let me show you some later tapes... in fact I've interspersed the two so that you can see the two extremes all the more clearly." Suddenly Nancy was squirming with great glee beneath Ike's strong body. Her voice called out with delight... "OH YES... NOW IT'S GOOD UNCLE IKE... NOW IT'S OH... IT'S WONDERFUL! OH DON'T STOP!... DON'T STOP!" Then she was shown straddling his pelvis and sitting upon the enormous glistening head, sliding her petite body down, letting the hair-less mound of her naked cunt open to admit the rock-hard penis that had finally de-virginized her!
"HOW DOES THAT STRIKE YOU JOHN?! You wouldn't fuck her little pussy...
although you weren't above diddling it...! But never let it be said that old Ike refused a lady! I must say she came through with flying colors too...
Never has this old cock enjoyed itself more!" Ike turned around, and suddenly Nancy was there on the stage with him. In the audience, John had Carrie on his knees, and her legs were wide spread as his fingers explored the furrows of her seeping pussy. With his other hand he loosened the zipper of his fly, extricating his pulsing cock so that he could put it inside the tight opening of his wife's willing vagina as quickly as possible. He could hardly WAIT!
Nancy could see her father already dragging her mother down to the floor. Her panties were already off, and she was panting a little in expectation of receiving the marital attentions she had been missing for so long! Jamie had his hugely hardened rod in his hands, and its beat felt like it was burning his skin. THE QUICKER HE COOLED IT WITH HIS WIFE'S SOOTHING SEX JUICES THE BETTER! A great weight had been lifted off his shoulders by his brother-in-law's presentation, and all his guilt seemed to have slipped away.
IT WAS REALLY A KIND OF GROUP THERAPY! he realized as he felt his prick sinking through the tight clasping opening of his wife's pussy, moving slowly but powerfully up inside her, he could feel her whole body arching to meet him, everything in her fusing with everything he had.
"OH SUZY BABY! I'LL NEVER STOP FUCKING YOU AGAIN!" he cried.
Nancy zipped down Ike's fly. "YOU might as well stop talking, Uncle Ike," she said. "I don't think anyone's listening anymore! I think you proved your point!" Ike felt Nancy's small hands lift his bulging cock from his trousers, she fondled it knowingly and kneeling before him on the stage slipped her tiny, but widely ovaled mouth over it.
"OOOOh!" he groaned. "OHHH yeah! You sure do learn fast honey!" "ME TOO!" Tricia said. She had left her seat to join them on the podium. "I learn fast too Ike!" she said. "I know now that even though I do love daddy an awful lot... I LOVE YOU! You... you're really a wonderful man, Ike! You've gotten us all back together where we really belong!" She leaned forward as Ike's arms went around her waist and they embraced. Nancy's lips continued to absorb the swollen hot prick that had taken her virginity.
"Except for little Nancy here!" Ike said, unfastening his wife's dress from behind. "But then we'll have to wait till she grows up and finds somebody of her own... won't we? Until then... we'll continue to treat her as ONE OF THE FAMILY!" Tricia smiled. Already her golden thatched pussy was twitching slightly at the thought of love-making that was to come. Ike's hands had peeled away her dress, and she stood in her bra and panties, waiting for him to remove the rest.
Nancy removed her mouth long enough from her Uncle's burgeoning prick to inquire, "Aunt Tricia... will you do to me what you did to Mamma's pussy??!" Ike's hand had reached her trembling hair-fringed cunt lips, and Tricia gasped with delight before she answered.
"Oh... yes, honey... yes... Ike and I will teach you everything you want to know... Everything!" In the semi-darkness the video machine continued to show the various lewd postures that had so recently been performed by the Livingston Family. But no one was watching. Throughout the room the rising noises of fervent love-making could be heard gradually increasing in sound as the members of the family grew more and more involved with what they were doing.
John and Carrie eventually joined with Susan and Jaime in a loving foursome and Ike and Tricia led Nancy down from the stage to join them... after watching for awhile with approval.
Much later, John looked up from Carrie's swollen tingling cunt... a tiny strand of blondely curling pubic hair clinging to his lips as he spoke. Around him the combination of naked genitals and the ways they were locked together was an amazing sight. Someone had hold of his cock but he wasn't quite sure who it was.
"Well... I must say he said huskily, "This has been quite a reunion!" THE LIVINGSTONS ARE A REAL FAMILY AGAIN!
Epilogue Carrie waved good-bye as Jamie and Susan's trailer pulled away. Nancy was in the back and her son and his wife were in the car. Carrie hugged John around the waist. She was wearing a long hostess gown with a deeply plunging neckline, and her large firm breasts were almost completely visible. They still felt tingly from the kisses Jamie had given them before leaving.
"GOOD BYE DARLINGS..." she cried, "SEE YOU SOON!" "Bye Mom... Bye Dad..." Jamie and Susan called back. They were on their way to New York to pack up their things in preparation to moving to Livingston's.
Jamie had decided to give up the advertising job that was only giving him ulcers anyway, and to help his parents run the resort.
Nancy jumped up and down at the window of the trailer. She had never been so happy in her short life... and she was looking forward to living in the country where she would be able to run in the woods and play in the snow when winter came. Her parents had inquired about a good school for her in the area, and she had already been enrolled.
After the trailer had departed, Ike and Tricia drove off in their car. Ike had to get back to his TV and Electronic Repair Shop, but he and Tricia had decided to spend all their week-ends at Livingston's from then on. Ike finally felt that he was more than accepted by his in-laws and he had gained the respect of his wife... which was even more important. A new tenderness had sprung up between them because of this, and Tricia glowed with happiness.
John and Carrie watched them drive off and finally turned to go back into the house. "Well, John..." Carrie sighed, "I think we've done very well. I'll never worry about growing old again, I don't think! Not as long as this insatiable old pussy of mine holds out... and you still love me!" John smiled in answer and they headed toward the round bed in Carrie's bedroom.
"You can have all of this old cock that you want honey, you know that...' he said as they crossed the threshold. "And any others you want too. No sense being stingy about these things!" Carrie touched the hard bulge of her husband's cock. "YOU CAN SAY THAT AGAIN!" she said pulling him over possessively onto the bed with her.
