Rose thought that was darn generous of her brother as Stacy yanked his jockey shorts down.
She wondered how it was going to feel. But she didn't have to wonder long.
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CHAPTER ONE
"Agh! Easy!"
Zip Moneymaker sat straight up in bed and listened for another sound in the darkness.
"Gaaaagh! Oh, easy! You're hurting me!" The voice was like a whisper, and yet it seemed to be talking loudly at the same time. Zip jumped out of bed and tiptoed to the door. He opened it and stepped into the hallway. "Unnnnh! Oh! Oh!"
There was no mistaking the sound now. It was coming from his parents' bedroom, at the other end of the hallway. Zip went back into his room, returned to the bed and shook his twin brother awake.
"Stacy! Stacy!" Zip said in a hushed voice. "Wake up!"
"Huh?" Stacy Moneymaker mumbled, turning over under the covers.
Zip leaned his mouth down close to Stacy's ear.
"There's pussy fucking goin' on, Stacy!"
Stacy's eyes opened wide and he sat bolt upright.
"Where? Whose pussy?"
"Mom's. She and Dad are going at it like a couple of warthogs!"
In seconds Stacy was out of bed and the two boys crept slowly out of their bedroom and down the dark hallway to the larger room at the other end. The door was closed but they could see that the lock hadn't quite connected. With his heart beating fast with excitement, Zip inched the door forward with just the tip of his thumb, finally managing to make a one-inch peeking space without making enough sound to be heard.
The boys crowded each other at the door, wanting to push but afraid of making noise. It didn't take long for both of them to get a good view of what was happening inside the bedroom.
Both Dude and Flora Moneymaker had light brown hair, like the twin boys. Although their families were in no way related, it had often been mentioned when they were dating that they could have passed for brother and sister. Then the twins were born and they were identical and looked a great deal like their parents. Only Rose, their thirteen-year-old daughter, showed an individuality in her looks. Her hair had been red from the time of her birth, like Flora's mother's.
Flora and Dude were a good-looking couple.
She was thirty-eight and he forty. They had kept in good shape physically, despite the fact that they had lived all their lives in a lower-middle-class environment, and most people wouldn't have suspected that they had sixteen-year-old twin boys and a teenaged daughter.
A lamp burned in the corner of the bedroom and Zip and Stacy saw their parents clearly, in the middle of their big king-sized bed, rolling around this way and that. Their mother seemed to be trying to get .away from their father, turning from side to side, shaking her curly head left and right.
"Stop it, Dude! I said you were hurting me! I can't understand why you're always so crude in bed!"
"Crude! Shit! You sure got a stuck-up way of talking sometimes!"
He yanked her up, holding her roughly around the waist, and placed some pillows in a pile with his free hand. The boys could see their mother's tits plainly, big but still firm, as she bent her tiny waist backward and tried once more to get away from him. Zip reached down and slid his hand under the elastic waistband of his jockey shorts.
Dude threw Flora back down, but the pillows were directly under her ass and her midsection, most prominently the crotch, was a foot higher than the rest of her.
"Now, goddamn it, Flora, you've took me all the way before! Shit, honey, I can't crack my nuts if I don't pound the back wall! You know that! Now, what the fuck is this horseshit about me hurting you? I've been getting in there for eighteen years!"
Flora's bushy cunt was being held up to the boys' view like a painting in a gallery. The light from the lamp cast a soft golden glow over the brown silk. The hair formed a perfect triangle as it rose out of her vee and crept onto her belly. The lips of the vagina were already open and pouting, where Dude had rammed hard and relentlessly, trying to moisten her up.
Stacy felt his cock go hard. He noticed that Zip was playing with himself, and he decided to follow suit.
"Oh, fuck it, Dude, you wouldn't understand. You'll never learn and I should give up expecting you to. You used to be gentle when we first got married, and you took time to get me hot and open before you rammed into me. Now you act like my pussy is made out of steel!"
It was true. Things had changed in bed. For one thing, Flora had become a real ball-buster! Dude, it was true, hadn't turned out to be the family provider he'd promised to become when they first married. He usually worked part time on construction jobs. Never was able to settle down to anything permanent for very long. Sometimes got laid off, sometimes fired-
Then Flora had started supplementing their income with waitress jobs. Meeting guys in diners and coffee shops at all hours of the night. Kidding and swapping dirty jokes. It was only a short time before she started handling the household money-deciding what they would and wouldn't buy-when they could afford a new car and what kind. Shit!
"I don't know, Flora," Dude said, his voice getting softer than its former angry sound, "it seems like when we fuck now, we're running a race. It just ain't like it used to be."
The twins were getting an earful! They had heard every kind of sexual hang-up discussed by their friends at school, but Mom and Dad were giving them a brand-new lesson.
Flora struggled to a sitting position.
"Then get on your own side of the bed and stay there! Just leave your goddamned hands off me tonight!"
Dude shoved her back down, roughly.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" he roared. "A fucking cock-teasing virgin or something?"
"Shut up! You'll wake the boys!"
"Fuck the boys!"
Zip and Stacy almost giggled.
Dude yanked Flora's legs apart and pulled them high, forcing her shoulders down onto the mattress and making it impossible for her to rise back up.
"You want a wet pussy, Flora?" Dude asked, sarcastically. 'Then I'll give you one!"
His face shot down between her thighs and his mouth began to chew and suck at her vagina like he was eating an orange.
"Oh, stop it, Dude!" Flora gasped, turning her shoulders from side to side. "You haven't even shaved. Your face feels like sandpaper! Oww--! "
The twins could hear the loud smacking sounds their father's mouth made. Neither of them had ever seen a man eat pussy, but it looked just the way they imagined it would. Dude was holding their mother a little to the side. His head covered some of the action for a moment, but when he forced her to bend her left leg and place her boot on his shoulder, they got a perfect view of her cunt, wide open, the red meat inside the hairy lips wet and dripping from saliva.
"Oh! Oh! The clit!" Flora almost shouted in short gasps. "Do I have to do it myself?"
It was typical of the kind of remarks she made during their lovemaking nowadays, Dude thought. Being a waitress was making her hard, coarse-
Dude swung his hairy ass around and placed his knees on either side of her head.
"Suck me while I chew your clitty," he said. He lowered his ass and felt his cock go into her mouth. Flora could suck like a pro when she felt like it, and tonight she wasn't doing too bad, considering their argument.
The twins thought it was like seeing a sex manual come to life. Here were their parents, in a perfect sixty-nine, eating each other for all they were worth, humping their crotches in each other's faces. Zip and Stacy began to massage their hard poles slowly, up and down, inside their undershorts.
"Umpf!" Flora gasped suddenly, thrusting her pelvis up and grinding her pussy against Dude's mouth. Her own mouth was so full of his bloated nine inches she was having trouble catching her breath.
Dude tasted her orgasm. Flora shot almost like a man. Her vaginal cavity filled with sweet-acrid tastes. To him, it was as delicious as eating a ripe melon. And despite her complaints about his beard, he knew that his mouth could make Flora get her rocks a dozen times in a row if he wanted to keep using it. But that wasn't his plan tonight. Not that or coming in her mouth, either. His plan was to fuck the living shit out of her, and let her know that he was still boss in bed. He wanted to fuck her unconscious, or until the only thing she had strength left for was to beg for more.
When Dude couldn't speak for himself, he'd always let his cock do the talking. And most of the answers it got were loud purrs. Flora was no exception. She'd end up trying to tear it off by the roots with her pussy.
"Now," Dude said, pulling up and out of her mouth and turning around, "let's get down to business!"
Flora didn't protest. Her first orgasm had shot through her so suddenly and with such intensity that it had knocked the breath out of her. That, and Dude's meat stuffed in her throat, had almost made her faint. She let the breath flood back into her lungs now, her eyes closed as he positioned himself on his knees between her legs. She felt her thighs being pressed back, her knees touching her round, only slightly flattened breasts.
His cockhead pressed the wet, pulsing lips. Her stomach gave a jerking little shudder. He pressed forward and she moaned softly as he buried himself, inch by slow inch, to the back of her womb.
His hairy chest was against her breasts then, and her thighs were being forced almost painfully wide, stretched to their limit.
Dude began doing pushups with his hips. His thick pole slid in and out as easily as a churn handle in butter. To the boys peeking from the hallway, it would have been hard to believe that her still-tight channel was being stuffed to its limit, also. Dude's was the biggest cock Flora had ever had inside her. And there had only been two besides Dude.
At moments, when she knew that Dude finally had her and she couldn't escape if she wanted to, Flora began to forget all her hostility toward her husband and sink into servile contentment. She felt under his power, at last. There hadn't been many times in the past ten years when Dude had made her feel like he was the only one who wore pants in the family. Flora wore them too, when she worked, and she liked the feel of them.
Now Dude was hammering her harder. She knew he'd give her hell. It was his way of paying her back, and it had become their love-hate game for a long time. If she begged him for mercy, he'd bang her through the fucking mattress!
"Fuck me, you son of a bitch!" she whispered under her breath. 'Tear me up, you sadistic prick!"
Dude was sweating, working hard, determined to make it a big one. His eyes were clenched tightly and little tears of passion were forming at the corners.
Flora could smell his heavy, masculine aroma. It had always excited her, although she wouldn't have admitted it to him. She grooved on his body scent the same way he grooved on hers. They had always been perfectly compatible in many ways. Then, she suddenly realized, the last crashing orgasm she'd had was going to be only a hint of what was coming.
"Uhhhhhh!" Dude moaned, his mouth hanging open, his tongue halfway out. He began to fuck her so fast the bed did a shimmy. His hairy, muscular buttocks became a blur and the twins stared harder than ever, their eyes getting larger by the second. This was the moment Dude liked the best, and he made a splendid model for his sons' excited eyes. The short strokes. The last, insane, animal frenzy before the explosion. Seeing Flora's breasts shake like Jello under him, her body completely his and helpless. He wished he could ram her so hard his cock would come out of her throat.
The boys' eyes became riveted suddenly to their mother's pussy. From the sideways position their father had worked her into, they were able to clearly see the way her vaginal muscles had begun to grab and clutch at his pole while she grunted and moaned. Her pussy looked like a hairy fist, pulling the cock by the roots and trying to force more of it inside.
"Hunh! Hunh! Hunh!" Flora began to grunt. Her face was red and her mouth gaped open stupidly. The boys thought she looked like she was about to pass out.
Then Dude's mouth shot open and he groaned in a kind of eerie, animal way. The twins saw his nuts tighten into two separate, glistening, hairy eggs. They started to jerk and Dude shoved his cock in until no part of it was visible. The eggs clamped together from the strain of the thrust and jerked continuously. Dude was shooting inside, that was for sure. The twins, even with their limited experience, could see that plainly enough. Suddenly a piercing cry came from their mother's mouth-so loud it startled them.
Flora went completely wild! She began to beat the mattress with her fists and her head jerked back and forth. Another piercing scream began to escape her throat and Dude clamped his hand over her mouth.
"Shhhhh!" he whispered loudly, still fucking out the last of his sperm into her soaking cunt. It was running back out, dripping down to her asshole and making a puddle. The light from the lamp made his cum sparkle on her skin.
Then Dude smiled and sank down on his side behind her. He held himself inside by pulling one of her legs straight up and back.
Flora's cunt continued to milk him until the last shuddering tingles of her orgasm had stopped. Her body went limp and a little numb, with only the center of her crotch still alive and vibrating.
When Dude finally slipped wetly out of her, he raised himself onto one elbow and looked at his watch. A furrow appeared on his brow.
"Did you hear Rose come home yet?" he asked Flora.
"No. I'm sure she didn't. I would have heard her."
"It's pretty damned late for a thirteen-year-old girl to be out on a goddamned date, don't you think?"
"Hush! Don't make so much noise. I gave Cal permission to take her to the late show. A special show. Monsters, or something. Anyway, the theater is only a short walk from here and Cal's a nice boy and the street's fairly safe. So don't get so upset."
"Hey," Dude said, smiling and sprawling on his stomach beside her, "you better go wash up before Rose comes home. We don't need another kid, you know."
Flora jerked her ass away from his slapping hand. She got up from the bed and reached for the nightgown she had thrown over the back of a chair. "Don't tell me what to do, asshole!" she said, rather snottily. "I've been the brains as well as the breadwinner around here for a long time. Don't forget that!"
Dude scowled and said nothing. He wasn't in the mood for another fight.
The twins barely made it down the hall and into their room before their mother opened her door, flooding the passageway with light. They crept noiselessly into their bed and immediately looked at each other with desperate expressions on their faces. They were as close to coming as they'd ever been in their lives.
"Hey, Zip!" Stacy whispered. "Listen! I got a really crazy, wild idea! You'll think I'm nuts!"
"What is it?" Zip asked.
Stacy began to whisper in his brother's ear.
Zip's eyes got wider and wider, and his cock got harder and harder.
CHAPTER TWO
Rose Moneymaker had never been so angry in her life. When Cal Holly suggested they take a walk behind the old church, it was the last straw.
"No! I'm going home!"
"Awww, come on, Rose! What's wrong?"
"Why do you want to go behind that stupid old church?"
Cal's voice lowered, in case anyone was close enough to overhear.
"I wanna smoke a joint!"
"Oh-for heaven's sake!"
Rose knew she shouldn't go with him. And she was angry already. Cal had acted so rude in the movie theater she'd been tempted to leave several times before the special show of monster movies ended. He'd felt her breasts over and over, thinking nobody would notice. When she'd finally made it clear to him that he had to stop, he'd reached under her skirt and shoved his hand right between her thighs-as far up as it would go.
Cal had never acted this way before. He and Rose had gone out together once a week for almost six months now. Usually they were with other friends from high school, or junior high, but sometimes they'd been alone. Cal had never tried to do anything more than hold hands or kiss her goodnight.
Tonight he had even tried to shove her hand into his lap. She hadn't been able to pull away in time to avoid feeling his hardness under his jeans. The evening, so far, had Rose feeling a little shaky. She had never been with a boy who moved so fast.
Actually, there had only been one other boyfriend-Tim Burns, her own age. Tim was so shy he didn't even hold hands. Then she met Cal, two years older than her, which made him fifteen going on sixteen. Just a little younger than her brothers. Tonight, Rose was realizing that Cal's two-year seniority over Tim made a big difference. Cal was starting to act like one of the big boys.
Rose reluctantly let Cal persuade her to go behind the church. It was a church no longer in use, waiting for either reconstruction or demolition. The yard hadn't been taken care of, and high weeds grew everywhere. The short distance from the back of the church to a narrow strip of woods was almost a jungle. Lots of the kids, Rose knew, went there at night. With the late monster show just letting out, Rose wouldn't have been surprised to find that she and Cal weren't alone.
Cal stopped near a tree. Some empty beer cans and other signs of a late-night party were on the ground. In a town as small as the one they lived in, private meeting places were few and far between. He pulled a cigarette out of his shirt pocket and Rose could see that it was one he had rolled himself.
"Where did you get that?" Rose asked. The light from Cal's match showed her features quite clearly for a moment. Big green eyes, heart-shaped face, long, narrow nose, full mouth, pointed chin. Rose had a face that was almost beautiful at times, Cal thought, inhaling deeply on his cigarette. Not just pretty, like most of the girls he liked at school, but really beautiful, like the women on magazine covers. Her hair was the loveliest red he had ever seen. A thick, rich texture and color that he loved to run his hands through. Her tits weren't big like her mother's, but for a girl her age they were quite prominent already. Her body, a little tall and slender, was filling out in just the right places.
Why couldn't he work up enough nerve to fuck her? he asked himself. Was it because, despite her looks, he knew she was a virgin? Probably none of the boys her age had even tried. When school started again, Rose would be a freshman, and then she'd find the hard cocks lining up.
Despite the fact that he'd always been a perfect gentleman on their dates before, Cal knew he was about to make the big play. The grass was making the idea more exciting by the second, and his cock was beginning to thicken and throb in a tingling way.
"Try some of this, Rose," Cal said, offering her the joint.
"I don't smoke."
"Just take some smoke in your mouth and breathe it down."
Rose, not a prude by nature, tried it and coughed. Cal made her try again, and had better luck. Before she was finished she managed to inhale several deep tokes. Then Cal took the cigarette and finished it. Before she had time to realize that the smoke was making her feel a little funny, his hands were all over her body.
"Cal, no!" she protested in a soft but urgent voice. "Don't start that again!"
She felt like a woman to him. Every soft, firm, full handful of her. He couldn't believe the way her buttocks sprang and flexed and responded to his digging fingers. They were like sponge rubber-the best in the world.
He found, when he really worked them over, her tits had the same soft-firm resiliency. Rose was pulling back, but he had time to notice one of the nipples getting firm.
Rose had trouble fighting him off. She knew she could scream and run and yell bloody murder. That would probably put an end to it. But she didn't want to do that. She liked Cal, and this was the first time he'd ever gotten hard to handle. She didn't want to get him into trouble, unless he really hurt her in some way.
But when his hands shot up inside her skirt and tried to yank down her panties, Rose decided to protest with more force. She gave Cal a shove that sent him back a couple of feet, stumbling against a tree. She quickly straightened her and smoothed down her skirt, and gave him an angry look.
"If you don't leave me alone now, I'll slap your face! I mean it, Cal! I'll yell for help."
"Awww, for Christ's sake, Rose-" Cal was insistent, but he hadn't lost his temper. The grass had made him quite stoned and his general disposition at the moment was one of affection. He crossed slowly to Rose and put his hands on her shoulders.
"Don't you like me, Rose?" he asked. Rose really liked him a lot. He wasn't long and lanky like most of the boys in school. He was a little shorter, a little better filled out, more muscular and mature-looking, except for his smooth face and thick, dark hair. Cal also had a handsome face. Most of the girls in town brooded about him being out of their reach in the date department. The only thing not in Cal Holly's face, or was that he came from a rather poor family. The girls from richer families found that their parents didn't approve of him.
But Cal was very intelligent, Rose had heard, and one of the best students in school. She was very flattered that he had taken such an interest in her. She wondered at the moment, though, if it was so flattering after all.
"Yes, I like you," Rose answered.
Cal's mouth came down and she let him kiss her on the lips. When his tongue began to push in, to run across her teeth and probe further into her mouth, she allowed it. In fact, no boy had ever kissed her this way, and she found an electric shock go through her body. When his hands returned to her breasts she allowed that, too. She even reached around him and let her fingers slide slowly towards his buttocks. She wondered what a grown boy's ass would feel like. She'd wondered it often, watching boys walk around town and school in tight jeans and Levi's. Cal's was like rock and it excited her. His hands on her own buttocks excited her too. Her tits were turning to fire. When she felt her legs go weak, she knew she'd have to make another effort to stop things.
"No, Cal, let's stop now. I-just can't go any further."
Cal gave a little snort, his first sign of anger.
"I guess you think that cherry of yours is gold-plated or something, don't you?"
Rose bit her lip to keep from crying. Cal's remark had really hurt her feelings. She hadn't had much experience with boys, and up until now none of them had ever been mean!
"No," Rose said. "I don't think my cherry is gold-plated! And I know I won't have it forever.
But I'm not going to have the first time be in a bunch of weeds in back of an old church."
"I'd take you to my place if I could."
"That isn't what I mean. I want it to be a special occasion for me-with somebody I really love-"
"Oh, Rose!" Cal said, grabbing her and once more trying to force his hands under her skirt. "I really love you! I really do! Let me put it in you, please? Please, Rose?"
Rose was exasperated, but she almost laughed. Cal sounded like a sick calf.
Suddenly, Cal unzipped the fly of his jeans and pulled his rigid cock out. Rose could see its size in the moonlight. It almost horrified her. He grabbed her hand and forced her fingers to wrap around him, to let her feel it pulse and throb with heat.
"You see what you do to me, Rose?" Cal asked, working a finger inside her white nylon panties and rubbing her silky pussy lips. Rose felt her entire midsection start to melt!
"No, Cal," Rose whispered, almost in tears. "Please don't ask me to do it!"
He responded to the sob in her voice by becoming more gentle.
"Do you-do-" he started to say, trying to find the right words. "Do you think maybe you could put your mouth on it and give it a little sucking."
Rose had never done it. She started to tell him so, then changed her mind. What the heck? She'd heard girls describe it to her, and most of the things they said sounded a little silly, like they were making them up. She realized she might choke, but that she could also try to control it.
"Oh-all right," she said.
"Take your skirt off!"
"What?"
"I'll take my jeans off, too. Then we can get down here on the ground without getting all messed up!"
Rose had to admit it wasn't a bad idea, although she was a little suspicious of Cal's motives. One thing she didn't need was grass stains all over her white skirt.
"Okay. But no funny stuff," Rose said. She removed her skirt and left her panties firmly in place. Cal noticed the shapely fullness of her slender thighs, and almost drooled. He'd seen her in a bathing suit plenty of times, but the sight of her in the moonlight, standing in just her blouse and panties, made his heart beat inside his chest like a drum.
When they were on the ground he manipulated them onto their sides in a sixty-nine position. Cal had taken off his jockey shorts, and Rose's eyes were suddenly subjected to the spectacle of his entire naked groin. Cock, balls, ass, hair, the works.
"What-what are you doing?" Rose asked.
"Just making it easy for you," Cal said. "Let me slip your drawers down, Rose. Don't be so fucking shy about it. I promise I won't try to do anything you don't want."
Rose didn't mind so much the fact that Cal was slipping her white nylon panties all the way down and over her bare feet, but she did feel slightly embarrassed. It was the first time she had ever let a boy see her completely nude. She supposed she had almost as much hair on her pussy as some of the older girls Cal knew, but still she wondered if she looked too much like a little girl down there. However she looked, Cal seemed to enjoy the sight. In a moment he was parting her legs and pulling one of them up over his shoulder. She felt the tips of his fingers brush lightly through the silky little lips of her vagina, then a tongue followed them. She almost cried out!
"Cal! What are you doing?" Cal pulled his mouth away from her snatch. "Suck on me now, Rose! It's all there waiting for you!"
Rose shuddered despite herself. The touch of his tongue in her most private place had actually done something to her. Every nerve of her body was on fire, tingling. Her stomach and bowels and thighs were rolling around like a sea of hot lava.
She grabbed his thick cock around the base and examined the circumcised head. It looked quite dark, but she supposed it was red. The moonlight caught the sparkle of a drop of fluid that oozed from the tip. She didn't like the idea of it going into her mouth, but she didn't quite see how to avoid it. Since she had as good as promised, she lowered her mouth and let her lips stretch until the entire, bulbous knob was inside.
"Owwww!" Cal groaned. His cock throbbed.
Rose tried to take more of the cock down. It seemed to get stuck in her throat, but she continued to work it, trying to achieve what she had heard her girl friends refer to as "going all the way down".
Rose felt her legs being pulled even farther apart. Cal's face went back to the center of her being. She felt his mouth work over and around her vagina, licking up and down the lips and swirling around and around her clitoris. She had never felt so warm down there before, and she wondered if she was really as wet as she felt.
"Go ahead, Rose," Cal said, tearing his mouth off her pussy again, "suck it hard now, and play with my balls. Owww, my cock!"
Rose could hardly believe her ears! She had heard these words before-"suck."
"hard."
"balls," cock. They had excited her at times, and she d been curious about everything connected with sex. But now, suddenly, with no plan for it to happen and no way to stop it, she was involved with these words and ideas in more than just her mind. She reached out and cupped Cal's nuts in her hand. They felt fatter and heavier than they looked. She wondered why her heart had started beating rapidly.
Cal began to massage her clit for a minute. It was the only hand besides her own that had ever played with it.
"Oh, yeah," Cal said. "Lick the end. Lick all the juice off it! Now try to get more of it down your throat!"
Rose felt his thighs clamp together on the hand that played with his balls. She tried to take more of him down and choked.
"Easy," he said. "You'll catch on!"
If she had been able to catch her breath and relax, Rose thought she could have mastered the trick. But Cal started jabbing, ramming into her mouth. Sometimes he rammed his cock all the way down and she had to come up in a hurry to prevent strangling.
"Oww! Oww! OWW!" Cal started to groan. "I'm gonna get there pretty soon. Swallow it when it comes out, Rose! Swallow it down!"
His mouth shot back to her pussy and she found that the tingles and heat down there were more intense. His stimulation of her clit had her squirming, like she sometimes did in bed by herself late at night-Rose became frightened. A strange, new feeling started deep inside her. She wondered if Cal had managed to disturb her virginity after all! His tongue was working farther into her hole, and she knew where it was going. By herself, she had often managed to produce wonderful little tingles, but this time things felt like they were going to explode-come apart-shatter her! It was building, building, building-
With her brain spinning dizzily now, her heart hammering so hard she seemed to be floating, Rose had no difficulty taking Cal's cock all the way to the root. When she reached bottom, it jerked and stiffened even more. She knew that boys became very hard, then they shot out a lot of thick white stuff-Rose became really alarmed! She tore Cal's cock out of her throat.
"STOP! STOP IT, CAL!" She tried to squirm away from him, but he held onto her buttocks and pushed his face harder than ever into her vagina. His tongue was everywhere, licking inside, out, all over her clit and back down to her hole. "I-" Rose gasped, "I'M DYING OR SOMETHING! OHHHHHH!"
Cal rammed his cock back into her throat. He came up on top and slammed his hips down until his meat stuffed her completely. All she was able to do was push at his hips frantically with her hands. Then she felt the big eruption happen, and nothing else seemed to matter. At the same time that Cal tasted her orgasm, her first real one, he couldn't hold back and he started pumping cum into her throat, holding himself down so deeply it ran immediately to her stomach whether she wanted to swallow it or not. When the violent jerks were over at last he eased himself up and made sure she was breathing all right. She took a long time to calm down herself, and he continued to lick and suck at her pussy lips until he was sure the big storm was over. Then he rolled away and she immediately jumped to her feet, her legs a little shaky, and dressed.
"I'll walk the rest of the way home alone," she said. He made no move to protest. He figured she was upset with him.
Rose walked out of the old church yard, her head high. She walked as naturally as she could, wondering what it was Cal had done to her down there. It all seemed too sudden-too violent. She wasn't used to passion at this level. She reached her house in a state close to tears, wondering if she should ever see Cal again. The taste of his cum was still in her mouth.
Inside, she removed her sandals and tiptoed up the stairs, past her parents' bedroom, past her brothers' to the door of her own room. She opened the door and was just about to switch on the light when it happened.
A hand clapped over her mouth so she couldn't scream. In the dim hallway light she saw her twin brothers, in their jockey shorts, on either side of her, peculiar expressions on their faces.
Quickly, they dragged her into their room and shut the door.
CHAPTER THREE
Rose lay in a state of complete bewilderment, her mouth stuffed with one of Zip's gym socks, her hands tied to the posts of the headboard, and her skirt and panties down around her ankles.
What's happened to the world? she thought. Everybody's gone crazy tonight!
Her brothers had never so much as made an out-of-the-way remark to her in the past. They had left their sex life (and she knew they must have one) such a secret that she never even had gossip to pass on to her curious girl friends.
Also, it was the first time that her brothers had ever forced her physically. Neither of them had so much as laid a hand on her, except in playful ways. They'd gotten along well together as children, with the twins tending to pair off on their own most of the time.
Despite the alarm of the moment, Rose's eyes seemed riveted to their bulging crotches. It was the first time they'd ever paraded in front of her with semi-erections, although at the moment they were too excited to realize their condition. Or to be modest about it, even if they did.
The scene in their parents' bedroom had shaken the twins badly. They made no secret to each other of the fact that they were still virgins, although they would have died before admitting it to their friends at school. Tonight, they realized, all that was going to change. They'd have raped the gorilla in the zoo. But Rose was more available.
Rose couldn't believe the size of the bulges in her brothers' shorts! It had been many years since they'd seen each other naked, before their parents decided they were getting too big to bathe together. Rose remembered their little worms, sticking out from hairless bellies. Where had these thick, long bulges come from? How long had it taken Zip and Stacy to grow them? Her eyes got wider when she noticed that Zip's cock, traveling straight up under the jockey shorts, was nudging its way out of the elastic waistband. The redhead and the little slit seemed to be looking around at the others.
Oh, God! Rose thought. This isn't going to be funny!
She couldn't speak, and she was forced to lie and wait for an explanation of their behavior. Zip climbed onto the bed beside her and began to stare intently at her crotch. He rubbed his hand over his bulge and leaned down for a closer look.
Rose grunted a muffled disapproval and tried to turn away, but Stacy grabbed her legs and pulled her flat onto her back once more.
"Holy shit!" Zip whispered. "It looks almost as good as Mom's!"
Rose almost fainted from shock! Where on earth had her brothers seen their own mother--Oh, it seemed too horrible to think about!
"Who's gonna go first?" Stacy asked.
"You can if you wanna," Zip replied.
"Okay," Stacy said. He yanked his jockey shorts down and Rose saw his fully erect cock plop outward and bounce in the air a few times. She felt more frightened than bewildered suddenly. Stacy's cock was even bigger than Cal's. It was fully eight inches long, taking a quick guess, and as big around as a ketchup bottle.
Stacy climbed onto the bed and got on his knees between her legs, which he pulled apart as wide as they would go. He scooted into position and lined the head of his cock up with her vaginal lips.
"Just shove in?" he asked Zip.
Rose realized they were as inexperienced as she was. It was almost funny, and she knew they would never go through with what they had in mind. They wouldn't dare, for one thing. She'd be able to work the sock out of her mouth in a moment and then, if she had to, she'd scream down the house.
"It already looks kinda wet," Zip said. "Here, let me hold it open a little bit. You'll see where to go, I guess."
Zip reached over and folded Rose's pussy lips apart. The pink flesh inside was still moist from her orgasm and Cal's tongue. The hole, so well-reamed, was a darker pink. It also looked tiny and tight, like the little puckered anus below.
"Maybe you should use grease or something," Zip said.
"Do we have any?"
"I think there's a jar of vaseline in the bathroom!"
Rose had never seen anybody move so silently so quickly. Zip was out of the bedroom and back in seconds. She hadn't heard him at all, she she was sure her parents hadn't either. There was a jar of vaseline in Zip's hand and he put it on the little table next to the bed, where the lamp was lit, bathing the room in a soft glow.
Now, Rose thought, was the time to get the gag out of her mouth. They looked serious!
As though he had read her mind, Zip got a large, clean handkerchief from his bureau drawer and approached Rose. Her eyes became horrified when she realized what her brother was doing. He was tying the gag in place, pulling the handkerchief over her mouth and tying it securely behind her head. She began to panic when she realized that she was powerless now to make a sound, and that her brothers had apparently lost their minds!
Stacy scooped a glob of the vaseline out of the jar and pushed it into Rose's hole. He took another scoop and smeared his cockhead liberally. When he pressed the fat knob against the little opening now, there seemed to be much less resistance. He gulped and asked the question that had been on his mind.
"You a virgin, Sis?"
Rose's eyes filled with tears and her head nodded.
"Owwwwww-" Stacy moaned. He felt like he'd pop his nuts before he had a chance to go inside. "Do you think she's lying, Zip?"
"Nan! Sis never lied to us."
'That Cal Holly she's goin' around with is a cunthound-"
"He told some of the guys he never tried it with Rose."
Stacy pressed forward a little. He felt the hole stretching painfully wide to accept him. He looked down at Rose's cuntlips, folded around the sides of the head, silky little moist red hairs running along each lip like a little hedgerow. He almost wished he could bend over far enough to lick the lips with his tongue, they looked so delicious.
Zip's face was down close. He was lying on his side, his feet toward Rose's face. She thought of the similar position Cal had lain in earlier. Zip yanked his jockey shorts down and started to massage his hard cock. Rose realized that her brothers were identical twins in every way. Seeing Zip's cock at such close range, she was reminded of the size of Stacy's now ready to tear into her virgin cunt. Strangled cries of desperation came from behind the gag in Rose's mouth.
"Go ahead, Stacy!" Zip whispered loudly. Both boys were being careful not to wake their parents. As far as the consequences the next morning were concerned, when Rose would probably tell them everything in a hysterical fit, the twins couldn't think about them now. Now they had to have what had been building up inside them for such a long time. Like all boys eventually do, they had reached the stage, simultaneously, when they decided the fist was not enough.
"Where's her cherry?" Stacy asked. "I mean, how far inside there is it? Do I have to bust it?"
"Shit, yeah! It ain't that far inside! If you wanna get your dork all the way in, you'll have to bust it!"
Zip seemed more knowledgeable than his brother. Fear and panic were building up so fast in Rose she started to pray that she could drop dead then and there.
Stacy shoved and another strangled scream came from the gag.
"God, it's tight!" Stacy panted.
'That's good," Zip whispered excitedly. "A tight one's supposed to be the best! Man, shove on in there! Fuck her now!"
Stacy shoved and seemed to come up against an impassable barrier.
"Guuuhhhh!" Stacy groaned, his head back and his eyes shut while he gave an extra-hard drive. Something gave.
Rose's legs shot up on each side of her brother's waist and began to flail wildly in the air. Scream after scream could be heard, muffled and agonized behind the gag. Zip found it necessary to grab Rose's ankles when she got a foot against Stacy's chest and tried to shove him over backward.
"Just hold her, Zip!" Stacy grunted. "I think I busted it. I'm starting to slip in farther!"
Stacy sank, heavy and determined, letting his weight carry his cock in until two thirds of it was buried. Rose's chest heaved up and down as though she was having trouble getting her breath. Stacy unbuttoned her blouse and took his first good look at her breasts. Each one was like a firm little melon. They rose prominently and flattened very little when she was on her back. He touched them. Sponge rubber. The best grade. He sank another inch of his cock in, pressing his stomach against hers.
The twins were athletic and rather husky. They had matured in much the same way their father had-fast for their age. Both boys already sported a prominent growth of body hair on their chests and bellies and legs and asses. Their genitals had developed quickly and were in the bigger-than-average department, again like Dude's. Except that they were identical, and had some of their mother's more aristocratic features, the boys showed every indication of taking after their dad. . Rose thought Stacy's body would crush her. His excited, sweaty, masculine odor made her want to faint. Her stomach convulsed and she realized that her vaginal muscles had unwittingly made a firm grab at the cock that was invading them.
"Dammnnnnn!" Stacy moaned. "I think she snapped at it!"
Zip began to whack his log with excitement.
"No shit, Stacy?"
"Yeah. Felt like she'd snap it off!"
"Ram it all the way in. NOW!"
"I don't think it will go any farther!"
"Try!"
"Guuurrrgh!" Stacy grunted. He heaved and shoved, digging his knees firmly into the mattress. He felt more of Rose's virgin tunnel open and accept him. He was sure it was the tightest piece of ass anybody had ever gotten. He was killing himself, as well as her. Rose's chest began to jerk up and down on the mattress in a frantic, unthinking desire to free itself. Stacy noticed the way her breasts jiggled under his face. They were sweating in the warm room. Trickles of perspiration ran down the shiny valley between them. Her nipples were the color of rosebuds. He leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking it and wiggling his tongue around the tip. He felt the bud harden, become firmer. He'd heard it was a sign-shit, he knew it was! He decided to start fucking Rose for real now.
Zip could see little flecks of blood on Stacy's pole when it pulled out of Rose's stretched cunt. It came out, inch by inch, until only the head was inside. Zip tried to see everything, but he only got impressions of dark, torn flesh, battered and bruised, but stretching miraculously to allow the cock to fuck in and out.
"You about ready to blow, Stacy?" Zip asked. "I'd sure like to have some of that!"
"Shit, man, give me time! I just got in here!"
'Then start fucking!"
"Gonna! Gonna!"
Stacy was lined up to give a good steady drive, top to bottom. Zip let go of Rose's ankles and Stacy grabbed her thighs, pushing them back and forcing her pelvis higher. He squeezed the cheeks of his ass together and shoved straight in, straight down, not stopping until his nuts slapped loudly against her buttocks.
Rose's face was dark red. The veins of her neck stood out prominently against her pale skin. Again, the gurgled screams came from the gag.
"You think I'm hurting her, Zip?"
"Naw. Girls all act that way when they lose their cherries.
Rose wanted to kill them! They were talking about her like she couldn't hear! Like she was some animal, tied up, being speculated on. What happened to her brothers' usually sweet, considerate natures? What had happened to Cal tonight? She couldn't remember if there'd been a full moon outside, but something seemed to be turning the boys in the town into monsters worse than the ones she'd seen in the movies-Was there something in the town's drinking water, maybe? The thought barely had a chance to cross Rose's mind when Stacy rammed her again, this time so hard the bed shook.
She felt like hands had been shoved inside her, pushing and stretching her walls to see how tight they could go before they burst.
"Gunnnngggg!" Rose mumbled. It was a strange sound, but the boys didn't seem to notice. Their sister's eyes were starting to stare glassily at the ceiling, but they were too absorbed with the sight of her pussy to pay any attention.
Rose wondered if she were still feeling the effects of the pot she had smoked? Now that the initial shock, the fear, the pain of having her maidenhood shattered was subsiding, other sensations began to take over her conscious mind. Stacy had started to fuck in and out with quick, steady motions. It wasn't too uncomfortable when she relaxed. In fact, in a strange way, the cock was beginning to soothe a rising itch. She tried once more to see if her vaginal muscles had enough strength to grasp the pole. Consciously, this time. She was surprised, almost shocked, to find that she had complete control of her tortured passage.
"GAAAA-DAMN!" Stacy grunted loudly.
"SHHHH! You'll wake up the folks."
"She's grabbing it again. Snapping down on it, you know?"
"Just keep balling her!"
"I'm gonna shoot off in a few seconds."
"Owwwww!"
Rose's mind became filled with the memory of Cal's tongue down there, stabbing in farther and farther. She wondered if any boy could get his tongue as far inside her as Stacy's cock was now! She began to pretend it was a giant tongue going in and out of her, forcing her virginity, licking up all the way to her womb. She squeezed and clamped the cock again. Why should Stacy be the only one to enjoy this? Her mind began to spin as dizzily as it had in the old churchyard. If she was going to get raped by her own brothers, she thought, why not try to make herself explode again? To feel that delicious, frightening, powerful eruption once more-
Despite the shock of the first pain, Rose was no longer frightened by what was happening to her. She felt that her body had begun to accept the intruding erection in a natural, normal way.
This had been going on for centuries, she reminded herself. She was a good student in school, and biology was her favorite subject.
Stacy had his eyes closed most of the time during the fucking. It was Zip who first noticed Rose's hips beginning to lift and turn, to start matching the thrusts of the hips over her. Even in her turned-back position, Zip could see her lifting her ass.
"Damn! Damn!" Stacy panted in a loud whisper. "It's getting hotter and tighter all the time! Owwww!"
Stacy brought his mouth to Rose's breasts again. He sucked first one nipple, then the other. The ass under him shoved back so hard that he opened his eyes and looked into hers.
"You gettin' hot, Sis?" Stacy whispered, half-smiling. "You gettin' hot, just like big girls get?"
Rose's legs suddenly wrapped around Stacy's waist. When her ankles were locked across his buttocks, she used the strong muscles of her thighs to pull him more firmly into her. He began to ride the saddle like he was stuck with glue. His cock made short jabs in and out, an inch at a time, and the rhythm became faster.
A different kind of groan started to come from the gagged mouth. The gurgling sounds were replaced by moans that might have been mistaken for pleasure. Stacy's mouth on her tits was making her melt into a sea of lava, the same way she had felt with Cal. Nobody had ever sucked her breasts before! She felt like they were being drawn into the fiery mouth of a dragon!
"Aaaaeeeee!" Rose moaned.
Zip noticed her thighs beginning to tremble! He would have liked to take the gag off her, to see what her words would be right now. Sure as shit, Zip thought, his little sister was working up to a big climax. Just the way he imagined girls would do.
Rose's head shot back, trying to bury itself in the mattress. A steady, low groan came from the gag. Her pelvis began to fuck back into Stacy's with a fury. Zip was on the point of explosion, just watching.
"UH! UH! UH! UH!" Stacy started to grunt stupidly, over and over. "AGGGGGHHH!"
His little sobbing cries went on for a while and once more Zip was nervous about his parents overhearing them.
Stacy collapsed all of his weight on Rose's body after a while. He lay there and shuddered out the last of his heavy load, washing her cunt walls with the hot, sticky stuff. Zip remembered how some of it had oozed back out of Mom. He looked down. Sure enough, Rose's asshole was forming a puddle. Impatiently, after a while, Zip pulled Stacy back, and into a conscious state.
"Let's untie her, Stacy, and take the gag out of her mouth. I don't think she'll holler now, and if we want to do what I have in mind, we'll have to take the ropes off her arms."
"What you got in mind?" Stacy asked.
"Something one of the guys at school told me about one time. Seeing your cum all over her asshole reminded me of it. How'd you like to go back up her pussy while I plug her butt at the same time?"
Stacy smiled.
The expression in Rose's eyes convinced the twins that it might be better to leave her mouth gagged after all.
CHAPTER FOUR
Rose's body looked smaller when they untied her hands. She wrapped her arms around her knees and clung to them in a trapped, frightened way. Stacy's cum was still oozing from her bruised cuntlips. It mingled with the prominent, silky red hairs, making them stickier than ever.
She seemed too worried about their tying her hands again to put up much of a physical fight, and she was certain they would bind her up more securely than ever if she tried to rip the gag from her mouth. She knew she would be able to get in one good scream, enough to wake her parents, but something stopped her from doing it. Perhaps she was as frightened as she knew her brothers were. Their parents could be tyrants at times. No, there would be other ways to get even with Stacy and Zip. However, there was no doubt in her mind that their present plan would be a failure. There was no way Rose would let them carry that one out. Not her ass, no sir.
"Pin her quick!" Stacy said. Zip was behind Rose in a split second, grabbing her arms back, holding them securely by the wrists. The option of tearing off her gag and giving one loud yell was lost. She was helpless again.
"Okay, now," Stacy said, grabbing Rose around the waist and facing her, "let me put one of her legs up over my waist. That should open her up in the back for you, Zip!"
"You ready to go back in, Stacy?"
"Will be in a second," Stacy said, whacking his cock with his fist, making it erect once more, "so go ahead and get ready to shove in from the other side. Here, she's nice and open now."
"Maybe I better put some vaseline on her ass."
"Go ahead. Put some on your prick, too. I'll hold her arms."
Zip got himself ready. He looked down at Rose's firm, round buttocks. They were even whiter than the rest of her, he noticed. He'd never seen them bare like this-not since she was a baby. Looking at her tonight, her body so womanish already, it was hard to remember her running around in diapers.
Rose's skin seemed to be burning up. Little red blotches and creases formed where the sheets had wrinkled under her. He placed his hands on the soft-firm hills and they burned a little. She felt feverish, and a dampness clung to her everywhere. He could almost smell the fear on her body.
"Go ahead, Zip! Let me know when you're about to push in. I'm ready when you are!"
Zip slid the head of his cock against Rose's asshole. The pink, puckered ring was slimy with cunt-juice and vaseline. The tip of his meat pressed into the glistening puddle and he started to push.
"Now, Stacy!" Zip whispered loudly, excitedly.
Dude Moneymaker lay on his back in the dark bedroom. Flora had turned onto her side, away from him, the sheet pulled up and covering her breasts. Dude felt his cock tingle a little. He'd really blasted off earlier, and he was ready to go again. He hadn't been able to sleep, wondering if he should go into the bathroom and give himself some gratification. As much as he liked Flora's body, she just didn't seem to be able to satisfy him any more. She made getting a piece so difficult at times, there always seemed to be unfinished business when it was over. For once, he thought, it would be nice to have a woman in his arms who was real soft and warm and willing and loving.
Flora had been her usual self tonight, picking him apart every chance she got. The only thing that quieted her down, finally, was the fucking he gave her.
If he'd told her about losing his job again, she'd have been a holy terror!
It hadn't been the best job in the world, that was for sure. Selling automobile parts at the dealer's establishment. But he might have been put in charge of the stock after a while, and that would have meant a raise. Then, since he'd been a good mechanic in his day, maybe supervisor of the sales-and-service department.
He cursed himself silently, and laughed at the same time. He sure did have a knack for fucking up his jobs. Like today, when he'd shipped an order to the wrong customer. It had happened too many times lately, and they told him it was the last straw. Where was his mind, they'd wanted to know. He laughed when he remembered looking at that woman's ass through the window of the shop. He'd been labeling two different packages, and a really stacked blonde was just outside, looking at the interior of one of the new models. Her dress was red, the skirt was a thin material that stretched tightly across her asscheeks when she bent to look inside the car. He had been able to see the line of her bikini panties, and noticed that they were a darker red under the short skirt. The buttocks had looked so full and soft and womanly.
Dude had been doing a lot of window shopping lately, although he hadn't sneaked around on Flora to speak of since they were married. One or two times, maybe. Maybe three. He was sure Flora had been faithful, too, despite all the men she met at the restaurant where she worked.
The fact that Flora's income had been their chief means of support for years galled Dude, too. He reasoned that Flora was getting the way she was because she made most of the money. He didn't see how to change his situation, though. If he didn't goof off snatch-watching, he found some other excuse. Dude Moneymaker just wasn't the kind of man who could devote a lot of thought to a job that was beneath his intelligence and abilities!
He looked at Flora's behind under the white sheet. Just as beautiful as the woman's in the red dress. Better, even. He felt his cock give another twitch and he wondered if he should wake her up.
Then he heard a muffled groan. He knew Flora hadn't made the sound. It must have come from one of the kids' bedrooms.
He hoped Zip and Stacy weren't having another one of their pillow fights. Now Rose, she never did anything wrong.
They were too old for that sort of thing, Dude thought.
If he found feathers in their room in the morning, he promised himself he'd tan their hides.
The muffled groan Dude had heard was only a faint echo of the sound that came from Rose's throat.
"Now, Stacy!" Zip had whispered loudly. On cue, both boys entered her at once. Zip's cockhead shot past the sphincter muscle of Rose's hole. There seemed to be nothing to stop it after that, and he gave a mighty shove and buried himself in her rectum all the way to his balls.
At the same time, Stacy shoved back into the still-wet front hole. He also made it home on the first lunge, and his nuts pressed against his brother's.
Rose felt like she had been fired out of a rocket! The two poles tore in and felt like they would split her in two! She tried desperately to tear her hands free of Zip's grasp. They held her like a vise. Somehow, she had to try to dislodge herself from the invasion. She dug her left foot into the mattress and tried to push herself upward, off their hard poles. Stacy grabbed her waist and steadied her as a matter of course. Her right leg was being held over his waist, and she couldn't get the proper leverage needed to free herself.
"UMMMPPFFF!" Rose screamed, heaving her head from side to side. Her eyes darted around wildly, like a scared dog's. Both boys held themselves inside her for a moment, relishing the wonderful sensation of being buried to the hilt.
"Okay now," Zip said, finally, "let's both slide almost all the way out, then shove back in at the same time-hard!"
Stacy smiled his approval. He and Zip began to pull slowly out of her two holes. They could feel each other's cocks on the opposite sides of the wall that separated them.
Rose struggled more wildly. Zip contemplated tying her hands behind her so he wouldn't have to hold them.
Rose felt their cocks retreating. They seemed to be pulling out her insides at the same time. She was sure they'd kill her if they rammed her again. What difference did it make, she thought. How would she ever be able to face them again anyway? Or her parents? Or Cal? Knowing what she had done and what they had done . . .
"Now!" Stacy said.
"Unh! Unh! Unh!"
Rose's head jerked around insanely. The sounds she made were close to hysterical. Zip and Stacy realized they'd have to get this one over with in a hurry. There was no telling how long they'd be able to control her. Holding her hands and hips securely, they tore back in, hitting home at the same time.
Rose felt her rectum explode into flames. If Zip had shoved a red-hot poker up her ass it could not have hurt so bad! She knew he had torn her apart. She'd probably have to tell her parents after all-to explain to them why she had to see a doctor! It would serve them right! Being battered again from the front hadn't occupied much of her thoughts. Stacy's cock had been there before. It was sore, all right, but still not hurting to any great degree. In the back, though, she felt like Zip had shoved his whole foot inside her!
No, no, no! she screamed in her mind, unable to make even the simplest of her words understood. You're killing me! You really are! I'll be dead and you'll both be charged with murder! Can't you understand that, you stupid-things! Oh, my God! I can't stand it!
"Owww! Owww! Owww!" The twins moaned almost in unison each time they pulled out and shoved in again. They were setting up a steady rhythm, matching each other stroke for stroke.
Rose gasped and simply held on. She felt completely subjected to their every whim, with no more mind of her own than a punching bag. Her breath came in short, choked cries, muffled almost to silence. Once, when Zip gave an especially powerful lunge from behind, she jerked her pelvis forward to try to avert the pain. She only succeeded in cramming Stacy's cock even farther into her cunt. It was touching places it hadn't touched before, making her wince. She yanked back and lodged Zip to a new depth in her rectum. Without meaning to, she gave her brothers an idea.
"Hey, man!" Zip whispered excitedly. "That felt good! Going in her one at a time like that!
Let's see if we can alternate it! I think I can get myself in deeper that way!"
Rose screamed in rage, but they could scarcely hear her.
First Stacy shoved into her pussy, yanking her leg higher on his waist and making sure she was as open as she could get. Then, when he pulled out, Zip, who could watch everything from the rear, slowly went in, stuffing her rectum until he could not get another inch inside. His pubic hairs ground against her buttocks and he held himself all the way in for one more thrust before he pulled out again. When only the head of his cock was buried past her sphincter muscle, Stacy shoved forward and back, then Zip again. In a moment, they were performing with genuine teamwork.
The gasps from Rose's throat quieted after a while. She didn't seem to mind the feel of one cock at a time, no matter which hole it was going into. She rationalized that since neither one hurt her particularly, the terror of having them both jab her at the same time was in her mind.
Just keep it up this way, she thought, but hurry up and come!
She realized it probably wouldn't take Zip very long to shoot. He hadn't done it yet. And Stacy could probably come quickly a second time, although she wasn't too sure of the time boys needed between orgasms to rest up. She wished she had paid more attention to her friends.
Like Alicia Valdez. Alicia was always giving Rose this sort of information and Rose invariably pretended to be shocked and wouldn't listen.
One way to hurry things along, Rose assumed, was to cooperate with her brothers. She found that she could massage the cock in her rectum as easily as the one in her cunt, simply by giving little squeezes with her muscles. It had seemed to excite Stacy so much earlier, she decided to try it with Zip, too.
"Oh, fuck!" Zip whispered, panting, "I think I'm gonna do it! She's making me feel like a snake's got hold of it!"
"Me, too!" Stacy panted back.
Unconsciously, Rose began to move her pelvis back and forth. She couldn't remember starting this movement. It all seemed to be part of squeezing her muscles. She was part of it now, she realized, not just a leaden victim. But when she began to undulate her body, in time with her brothers' thrusts, she found the incredible heat rushing back into her shocked loins. Her hair, shoulder length, lay in wet strands on her neck. Most of the wave had gone out of it. She felt ugly and abused. But she felt she deserved the exquisite crashing climax that had shaken her so wonderfully twice this evening. Perhaps, even getting stuffed from both sides, it would be possible to work in another of the wonderful explosions!
It didn't seem to matter if she looked pretty at the moment. Her brothers had reduced her to an animal. She'd even started acting like one with Stacy. Why not? However much they frightened her, their cocks certainly caused things to happen inside that her fingers had never triggered.
"Hmmm! Hmmm!" Rose began to groan. She bucked her hips up hard to meet Stacy's jabs, then yanked her ass back for the next of Zip's powerful thrusts. The two boys began to pant together, loudly, each aware only of his own excitement. Rose had begun to pant, too, although they could not hear her.
The orgasm, once she'd decided she wanted it, was building fast. Her pussy was on fire from overuse, but she ground it into Stacy's stomach, making sure her clit got massaged with each inward thrust of her brother's cock. When she pushed back to accept the cock in her rectum, she squeezed her buttocks together constantly, trying to snap the thing in two.
Rose felt the wave swelling higher and higher. There was still another feeling this time, different from the other two-the one with Cal and the one with StacySomething was rising higher, her body was yawning wider, not caring about the torn flesh or threat of more. She knew the biggest yet was coming, and the fear of it killing her was secondary to her need to feel it.
"UNNNGGGHHH!" Zip moaned. He let go of her hands and grabbed her around the waist.
Stacy's belly smacked into his hands in rapid thrusts. Both boys had suddenly forgotten the alternate strokes they were supposed to be using. In their final, agonized passion they began jamming their sister haphazardly, pushing her body an inch at a time up the mattress, ramming her head against one of the posts.
Rose's arms flew around Stacy's neck and she buried her face in the hollow of his neck. He didn't even notice that she had ripped the gag from her mouth. Her open lips were dry against his skin, and her tongue hung stupidly out.
"I-I-I-" Zip began to gasp, unable to form the words. "AGH! IOWWWWWW!"
Rose felt the cock throb out jet after jet of thick cream. The wave rose to its full height, hung for a second, ready to crash down. She began to hump and grind and grunt like an untamed beast.
Stacy could feel his brother's cock throbbing on the other side of the membrane that separated them. He shoved in and held himself there, then closed his eyes and cried out the announcement of his second big pop of the evening.
The cum splashed her pussy walls, drenched her rectum. The wave crashed down full force. It knocked her breathless and dragged her under. Her fingernails scraped Stacy's back so hard they drew blood. He didn't notice. Both boys continued to fuck in and out, fast at first then more slowly. They each grabbed her hard, knowing she'd fly off the bed if they didn't. She had begun to sob from the intensity of her climax. When they pulled away they fell, exhausted, onto their backs and lay side by side.
They all saw it at once.
Dude, in pajama bottoms. Flora in a thin wrap she'd sntached up in the dark. Standing in the doorway of the bedroom, staring at the three of them with expressions of horror.
CHAPTER FIVE
Dude's swarthy face was getting redder by the second. He stared at Rose and the twins, huddled together as naked as the day they were born, sweating and flushed from the sickening fuck they'd been having. He'd never seen a girl get it from two ends at once, and he didn't think Flora had either.
Flora's teased hair had flattened on one side of her head. The effect was almost comical, but the expression on her face forbade anybody's laughter. She had turned pale with shock, but slowly the red anger would be there-just as in Dude's face. Nobody spoke for a moment, then Flora took a couple of steps into the room.
"I'll see to the boys," Flora said, her voice tough and even, despite her shock. "I guess Daddy better take care of his Little Angel."
"She won't sit down for a week!" Dude said, his deep voice rumbling through the room like thunder.
Flora yanked Rose off the bed and shoved her in Dude's direction. Rose gave a little yelp, mostly from fright, and Dude quickly grabbed her by the arm and started dragging her in the direction of his and Flora's bedroom.
"Daddy! Please!" Rose wailed, her voice drifting up the hallway.
"Shut up!" Dude answered. There was a slapping sound. A scream. A door slamming. Flora turned her eyes to the twins once more and noticed that they were visibly shaking from fear.
Despite her anger and the seriousness of the situation, she couldn't help but notice their bodies. They were an average modest family, and for years now neither of the twins had displayed himself naked in front of her, or vice versa. She knew they'd gotten quite hairy, of course, and she'd guessed from the bulges in the fronts of their bathing suits that they were developing in much the same was as their father, but now she could take a good look and her curiosity needed to be satisfied.
Yes, she thought, they were almost like Dude! And only sixteen! Babies. But they weren't playing children's games a short while ago!
"I don't know how," Flora said, her anger building, "you two think we can better ourselves in this town when you do trashy things like you were just doing!"
The boys remained silent, their heads drooped.
"Your father tries hard, and I work my ass off in that restaurant fifty hours a week! And for what? So our children can turn into perverts?"
The twins cringed back against the headboard, much the same way Rose had cringed there only a short time before. They held their legs bent in front of them, trying to hide their nudity.
"GET ON YOUR STOMACHS!" Flora suddenly bellowed. "YOU THINK BECAUSE I'M A WOMAN I CANT STRAIGHTEN YOU OUT?"
"We never said that, Ma," Zip replied, realizing his mother was starting to talk irrationally.
"ON YOUR STOMACHS, YOU NASTY LITTLE SHITS!"
The boys assumed the position she ordered. They lay side by side, their bare behinds turned up for whatever their mother had in mind.
Flora rummaged through their closet. Her thin wrap had fallen away from her body in front, but she didn't notice. She yanked a pair of Levi's from a hook and removed a wide black leather belt from the loops. When she'd folded the belt in two, grabbing the buckle and end in her right hand, she returned to the bed.
Without a word, she swung the belt hard, catching Zip on one of his buttocks and making a cracking sound.
"AHHHH!" Zip yelled loudly, his head shooting back with pain.
Flora swung again.
THWACK!
The belt descended on Stacy's ass. It immediately left a red welt under the brown hairs. A welt was also rising on Zip's buttock. Flora quickly put one on the other side, a matched pair. Stacy's ass took the belt next, for several stinging cracks. The boys were no longer crying out. They had buried their heads in the mattress and were uttering short, sobbing sounds. Flora climed onto the foot of the bed and stood over them, looking down at the damage she had caused. She let one end of the belt fall and, holding the buckle, used it like a whip. She swung down with all her force and managed to plant a good one directly across the crack of Zip's ass. She matched it with one on Stacy's. Her arm started to get tired, and perspiration formed on her brow. Her wrap was completely open and her large breasts flared out, pushing the material out of their way. They were shining with sweat and the nipples had risen to diamond hardness.
THWANG! The belt hissed as it cracked down on Stacy's ass again. The boy's buttocks had become so red they were taking on a purplish tinge. Flora concentrated her fury, for a while, on Zip. Then back to Stacy. Back to Zip. After a while she felt exhausted.
She dropped the belt and continued to stand, staring down at the young asscheeks beneath her. She had made them red and angry-looking. Had dominated them completely. She knew the boys had gotten their hides tanned as well as their father ever gave it to them, and the thought seemed to excite her. She was as good a man as Dude any day, she told herself. One hand stole down to her pussy and, as she began to massage her clit, she scarcely gave a thought to the fact that she was open, throbbing, wet-
Her eyes drifted to the bedposts. Ropes had been tied to them. The rest of the ropes lay across the bed. Had Rose been tied there? Had they fucked her forcibly? Raped her? Taken her virginity? She noticed a small bloodstain on the sheets. Without realizing it, she dipped two fingers into her bushy, dripping cunt. They sank farther and farther in while she started to squeeze her thighs together.
She began to wonder how it would feel, being tied and entered without being able to stop it. Her fingers worked around and around in her hole, scraping the walls. She used her thumb to massage her clit at the same time.
In her fantasy of the moment, she lay helplessly tied to the bedposts. The twins were approaching her from either side, their cocks erect and throbbing and almost as large as their father's. One of them was holding something in his hand. It was a gag! Yes, that was a gag on the bed by Zip's pillow! A rolled sock and a knotted handkerchief! They had used it on Rose! And now they were going to use it on her!
She imagined the feeling of being completely helpless, watching her sons look at her with lust in their eyes, pulling on their long cocks-about to rape their own mother!
Zip and Stacy were each ignorant of the fact that the other had gotten an erection during their ass-beating. Zip's cock was pressed almost painfully into the mattress. He'd never felt it become so, so firm! It felt like it would split in two, like a piss hard sometimes did in the morning, and it wouldn't go down no matter how much he tried to coax it. The cheeks of his ass were getting hotter and hotter from the effects of the belt. A flame was licking his thighs and cock and nuts and asshole-Zip wondered why the beating had stopped. His mother was on the bed, he knew, probably still standing there. He could feel the bed wobble a little, but she didn't say anything. Then he heard a sharp intake of breath, and he wondered if she was crying. He ventured to turn a little on his side and look at her.
At the same precise second, Flora's eyes grew as wide as saucers and her mouth fell open to announce her orgasm. Her legs started to tremble and she threw her head back, almost losing her balance on the bed.
"EOOOOOOOWWWW!! ! "
Zip couldn't believe what he was seeing! Stacy, too, half-turned and it was obvious to both boys that their mother was actually fingering herself off! Flora's eyes stared straight at them. Somewhere the fact that her sons were watching her in this very intimate moment tried to invade her conscious mind, but she was too swept away with the force of her climax to care.
"Well, well-" Zip said, reaching for his cock and looking at his brother. "She's sure as hell wettin' her fingers, Stacy!"
"Yeah," Stacy said, flipping onto his back with a little wince. The touch of the mattress on his buttocks let loose a whole new fire in his crotch. He started to watch his mother the way he'd watch any woman who was putting on a sex show for his benefit, whacking his log at the same time.
"She sure as shit's got me fired up too, Stacy!" Zip said. He began to masturbate, matching his brother's strokes.
The heaving in Flora's breast began to subside, and she sank slowly to her knees.
"What-what-what are you two doing?" she managed to gasp out.
"What does it look like?" Stacy asked. Zip giggled. It was one of the few times his brother had given either parent any sass.
"Stop! Stop it!" Flora said without much conviction. She noticed for the first time that she was completely nude in front. Her breasts were rising and falling, her navel jerked and contracted from the force of the orgasm, her pussy was exposed and wet and open to her sons' curious eyes. She quickly tried to pull the wrap shut, but Stacy sat up and stopped her. He let his own hand run inside the flimsy material, over one of her heaving breasts. The erect nipple scraped his palm.
"Don't close it, Mom! We like to see! We know what you were just doing! Look at how hard we got, just from seeing it!"
Zip was almost as shocked by his brother's words as his mother was. At the same time, he felt his cock start to ache with desire. He caught the mood of the moment and sat up also, reaching out and running his hand gently over one of Flora's thighs.
"No! Don't!" Flora said, closing her eyes. "Stop it, you two! Don't do that, now-"
Stacy was able to pull her down between them without much trouble. She seemed to have lost all her resistance. He had never seen her like this, unless it was earlier tonight, when Dad started to hammer her fast-Flora lay on her back and let her sons play with her tits. When their mouths closed down over her nipples she began to groan with desire. She was letting her slaves have a treat now, she thought, letting fantasy take over her mind once more. They could have some pleasure, yes, but then they'd have to pay dearly for their indiscretions.
Their mouths began to travel all over her-licking her breasts and belly and thighs. Suddenly she felt one of their tongues begin to lick straight up into her hairy vagina. She felt the wiggling little wet tip push past the lips, up into the hot, wet opening that had just climaxed so deliciously.
Flora looked down. It was Stacy. Zip's mouth returned to her breasts.
Stacy's mouth came up out of his mother's pussy and he said to Zip, in quite a normal tone of voice, "Why don't we fuck her from both sides, just like we did Rose?"
What? Flora thought. What are they talking about? Fuck their mother? They'd get punished for this, all right!
She felt herself being turned onto her side. Her heart raced with excitement in a way she'd forgotten it could. Their bodies, so young, so hot, so hard, getting ready to penetrate her. Their buttocks so red from the belt-
"Stop!" Flora said, opening her eyes and looking straight into Zip's. He had decided to take his virgin plunge into a real pussy this time. Stacy had moved around for the back attack.
"What-what's wrong?" Zip asked, suddenly afraid they'd gone too far this time.
"Tie me up first!" Flora said.
Rose confessed to Dude in a hysterical state that Zip and Stacy had gotten her virginity. She said, sobbing so loudly that he almost took pity on her, that she'd been trying to save it for the right boy, but things just didn't work out according to her plans.
"They weren't raping you when I looked in!" Dude almost bellowed. "You were humping them like a common hired whore!"
"They tied me up!" Rose wailed.
Dude didn't remember seeing any ropes. True, he hadn't been looking for any, but he doubted that the twins had done such a thing. Obviously, Rose and her two brothers had decided to find out what it was all about, and Dude intended to put a stop to it before it went any further.
"Get over here, across my lap!" Dude said. He'd slammed the door shut, when he gave Rose her first smack, and he supposed Flora had closed the other door. "I won't use a belt on you, like I'll do with the twins, but I'm gonna blister you with my hand, girl! You ain't gonna forget it in a hurry!"
Rose was still nude. She had been trying to hide her privates from her father's eyes with her hands. Sometimes, when she wiped tears from her face, she exposed certain parts. She didn't care, really, as frightened as she was.
"GET OVER HERE!" Dude growled. She knew it was his last warning. She'd get something worse than his hand if she didn't obey him. She walked to where he sat on the bed. "ACROSS MY LAP!"
She climbed over his lap, noticing that the fly of his pajama bottoms wasn't tightly shut. Dark hair was exposed by the fly, and the top of what she knew must be his cock. Her face was buried in the mattress but her legs hung down over the other side of his lap, not quite touching the floor.
Dude's hand came down hard on her bare butt. She felt the sting and choked back a cry. She bit her lips so hard they felt like they would bleed, and her eyes clamped tightly shut.
THWACK! -
Again his hand came down, and again and again and again. Her soft-firm buttocks, getting redder by the second, contracted and squirmed under the force of the blows. Little cries escaped her throat, but she managed not to wail out loud. He was turning her ass to fire! Even Zip's cock in there hadn't hurt so much!
Then she noticed that during the course of her squirming, something was starting to press into her legs, between her thighs, almost at the vee-
When her head cleared from the sting of the next slap, she felt the thing intrude even farther between her legs. Site wondered if her father had put a hand down there. No. One hand was spanking her bottom, and his other was holding her legs, making sure she didn't fall off his lap.
She realized, then, that it must be his cock pressing into her. It evidently had begun to rise out of the opening in the fly. Another cock. Another hard one. Her fourth for the night. And before tonight, there had been none-Yes, Rose thought, the whole world's gone crazy! Probably something in the drinking water!
She didn't care. So now it would be her father. So what? His cock felt just as nice against her pussy, rubbing into the wet hairs, as her brothers' had. Probably, with a little effort, she'd be able to have another delicious explosion!
She began to squirm more slowly on his lap, working her pelvis around in little circles. She raised her hips and tried to zero the head of his prick into the lips of her vagina. When she felt herself succeed, she gave it a little nip with the muscles she'd so recently learned to use.
Dude's eyes opened in amazement when he saw and felt what his daughter was doing. His hand paused in midair and forgot to slap the buttock under it.
Hell, he thought, how come she had to notice I was gettin' hard?
Dude jumped up, tossing Rose into a heap on the mattress. His cock stood straight out and he stared at her with genuine disgust.
"You little slut!" he snarled.
Then he tore off his pajama bottoms and crawled onto the bed, forcing her onto her back and raising her legs in the air.
"Owwwwww!" Dude moaned, starting to slip his log into her tight, wet tunnel.
CHAPTER SIX
Zip and Stacy slipped off their mother's flimsy wrap, turning her limp body from side to side. She seemed determined to let them have their way with her.
They tied one of her hands to a bedpost and one of her legs to the footboard. This way they were able to put her on her side, the way they had Rose, and still lift a leg high in the air. They got back into position, Stacy in back and Zip in front, and started to feel the areas their cocks would go into. They both decided to use some vaseline.
"No!" Flora moaned. "Use your mouths to get me wet!"
They looked down at her body, almost dizzy with excitement from her suggestion.
Both boys had to admit that their mother was one of the most beautifully stacked older women they'd ever seen. She looked like the women in magazines they'd had to sneak into toilets to read. Her waist was slender but her hips flared out to a prominent fullness that was something to behold. There wasn't an ounce of fat on her. Just firm, lush skin and enticing curves. Stacy ran his hands over and over her buttocks, noticing that they were fuller than Rose's, but had very much the same soft-firm texture. He started to kiss the back of her neck, licking around and around a little freckle. Then he let his tongue make a wet trail down the center of her back to the base of her spine.
Zip heard her give a little sigh when he reached down and cupped both her breasts in his hands. He'd never imagined a woman's breasts could be so heavy, so firm, so soft and wonderful. His face came down and he closed his mouth over one of the nipples. He ran the tip of his tongue over and around the little nub, feeling it get harder and harder to his touch. He began to suck it hard, remembering somewhere in his subconscious mind that he had done this before. He switched to the other nipple and felt her free hand grab his head and squeeze him more tightly to her.
"Suck me!" she sighed. "Suck me and lick me all over!"
Something strange was happening to Flora. Her role of the dominant member of the group was sinking fast into that of a writhing, submissive slave of desire! Their mouths were so gentle on her! Like Dude's had been once. Their sweet tongues were turning her skin to flame! She felt as though her bowels were sinking into her womb! She'd never been so ready to be stuffed and packed and rammed in her life! Every nerve of her body screamed to clasp their bodies closer to hers. She wanted to give herself like she hadn't been able to for years. In a moment, she would have begged them to fuck her!
Zip's mouth left her breasts and licked wetly down to her belly. He seemed especially intrigued by the strong, womanly scents that rose from her crotch. He licked into her thick pubic hair, pulling it between his teeth, marveling at the taste.
Stacy's mouth began to make circling movements on her ass. He switched from buttock to buttock, wetting each magnificent globe with his glistening spit. Sometimes he bit down on the soft-firm flesh. His mother didn't seem to protest, even when he bit quite hard. He heard little moans of pleasure coming from her throat and she pushed her ass back, opening the buttocks for further exploration of his tongue.
Zip's mouth found Flora's clit. It was sticking out of the top of her vagina like the crowning beauty of a flower. He closed his lips over the erect flesh and felt it throb excitedly in his mouth.
Owwwww, shit! This is it! Zip thought, feeling his cock begin to jerk dangerously close to orgasm. He let go of the clit and moved his lips down farther. Flora jerked her leg so high her inner thigh pressed his forehead. The lips of her vagina parted and he had his first taste of the inner moistness. The flesh was as smooth as raw steak, he thought. Flora reached around and spread her crotch tighter. She opened her vagina wide, and her puckered anus was also completely exposed. Zip's tongue found the hole and shot straight in, wondering if what he was tasting was leftovers from her fuck session with Dude.
Stacy's mouth pressed deeper and deeper into the crack of her ass. His tongue continued to make circular motions as it zeroed in on the puckered ring. Then he was there, stabbing gently, forcing himself in, and listening to her groans of passion at the same time. He didn't know which of them was making her feel better. But she sure as hell was starting to holler like a hog in rut. He remembered that his cock would be going where his tongue was now, and he started to shovel as much spit into the orifice as he could.
Zip knew he was making her wet enough to take him. She already seemed lubricated thoroughly. He gathered some spit in his hand and rubbed it over the head of his cock while he continued to eat her pussy. Stacy saw what he did and followed suit. Both boys knew they couldn't wait much longer to get inside. Either that, or their hands would be full of a sticky mess.
They started to climb back up at the same time, but once more Flora stopped them.
"Put the gag in my mouth when you do it," she said.
They gagged her quickly, too horny to take much notice of the bizarre nature of her request. It took one more second before they had lined up their cockheads at the openings they planned to use. When they were ready Stacy signalled with a wink.
"NOW, ZIP!"
They rammed on cue. Flora felt the two cocks ram her with brutal force and she almost fainted from the shock. Her breath tore back into her lungs with agonized effort when she felt them retreat and get ready to slam back in.
"GAHHH!" she grunted under the gag when they again hammered her together. After that, almost as if it had been rehearsed, they started to alternate, one going into her behind while the other withdrew from her pussy. Then one entered her pussy while the other withdrew from her rectum. The tempo increased. They were able to play this game at a higher rate of speed all the time.
Flora thought she was going insane! Never in her life had she felt anything that excited her so much! She didn't stop to wonder where her sons had learned to satisfy a woman this way. She only knew that the two cocks had begun to race her to a higher pitch than she had ever achieved in her life!
"GAAA! GAAA! GAAA!" she started grunting under the gag.
Stacy and Zip quickly built to the pitch when they could no longer control the alternate thrusts. They both grabbed their mother around the hips and started battering her, front and back, with no reason. Both boys grunted and panted and cursed under their breaths. Flora's moans got louder and louder.
"SHITTTTTTTTTT!" Zip suddenly screamed, loud enough to shake the walls of the bedroom. As it turned out, Dude, at the opposite end of the hall, didn't even hear him.
Once more, Stacy knew his brother was shooting on the other side of the wall, only this time he felt the hard contractions from his mother's asshole. She became even more wild in their arms than Rose had. She began to thrash around more wantonly, and she was stronger. They were glad they'd tied her leg. Flora gave an extra-hard clamp with her anal muscles and Stacy closed his eyes, gave a final shove, and groaned.
"GAHHHHH! OWWWWWW, FUUUUUK!! ! "
The twins came together, one just behind the other. Flora's thundering orgasm flung her into a near coma. When the intense pleasure-pain of the last contraction subsided, her mind reeled off into blackness, and she slept. The twins fell asleep also, their arms still tightly wrapped around her waist and their softening cocks still buried inside her two holes.
Dude's furry butt began to hammer down hard. He'd yanked Rose's ankles over his shoulders and was pounding her straight into the mattress, the way he liked to batter Flora toward the end of each of their fucks.
"Fucking little slut! Fucking little slut! Take that! Take that!" he grunted, scarcely realizing what he said.
Rose couldn't have said a word in her defense if she'd had to. Dude's cock seemed much bigger than Stacy's had. Longer and thicker. It was stretching her almost as much as Stacy and Zip had done together. And it was touching places Stacy hadn't reached. Her first instinct had been to scream, so sure she'd been that he was going to injure her insides and perhaps kill her in the bargain. But then his incredible weight had begun to knock the breath out of her each time he slammed back in! What had started out as words became choking little gasps for air, and when she finally could shout out a few words they became a tearful wail.
"DADDY! STOP! YOU'RE TEARING ME UP! YOU'RE HURTING ME!"
Dude drew his lips tightly over his large, perfect teeth and held the sneering expression on his face while he started driving even harder.
Rose knew she was helpless. He seemed more determined to fuck her than Stacy had. She struggled for breath while she concentrated on the feel of his slamming meat. She wondered if it was even vaguely possible that she'd be able to work up another wonderful explosion.
Dude's eyes began to notice the beauty of her naked body under him. His first quick rage began to fade and he started, instead, to really enjoy one of the hottest, wettest, tightest cunts he'd ever been into in his life. He thought immediately of Brad Clayton, the owner of the automobile dealership he'd just been fired from. Brad liked 'em young, that' was for sure. He'd travel anywhere, do anything, spend anything to get baby cunt. How Brad Clayton would like some of Rose's snatch right now, Dude thought. It made him happy to know he was getting something that son of a bitch Clayton couldn't have.
"Here's one for you, Clayton!" Dude shouted, and gave such a heavy thrust into Rose's cunt he slid her up on the mattress. Rose didn't seem to mind this time, he noticed. Her mouth was slightly open and her eyes were closed. Then he felt a little clamp around the base of his cock, just before he retreated.
Damn if she ain't in rut! Dude thought. Little slut!
He'd been holding her wrists over her head, but he released them and let his ass sink back, pulling her hips with him, until he rested on his heels while he continued to fuck. He reached out and grabbed her tits, massaging them a little roughly. When she cried out in pain, he kneaded them more gently. He noticed though, that at the same time she cried out her pussy muscles gave him another clamp, like they didn't want his cock to leave them.
"You like it rough, missy?" Dude asked, raising himself half to his knees and holding her ass off the bed while he continued to sock his meat to her in torturing drives.
Rose started to moan loudly. Her cunt muscles became a clutching fist, grabbing and squeezing constantly with a mind of their own.
Dude knew when a woman was going to fly apart. He was an instinctive lover, and right now he was sure Rose was building to such a big climax there'd be no way she could turn back. Little cries from her throat got louder and louder in volume. If she didn't quiet down soon he'd have to hold his hand over her mouth. Or slap her one.
He grabbed her buttocks so tightly he cut off the circulation in them. It was just as well. The asscheeks were tender from his spanking and everything that touched them burned like fire. Rose could feel the heat rushing through her loins as though someone had lit a furnace down there.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Rose started to say when the force and tempo of Dude's hard slams made the mattress bounce up and down. "Fuck me, Daddy! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
Dude wanted to slap her when he heard her use such bad words. But he continued to hold her buttocks and hammered back and forth, in a slightly downward position. Her head was jammed against the back of the bed and bent forward slightly. Her eyes, glazed over, stared directly into his, pleadingly.
"FUCK ME HARDER, DADDY! HARDER! HARDER! AHHHHHH!"
Sweat poured down Dude's face while he stared back at her, also with a glazed look. He would never have thought that he could fuck a pussy this tight so brutally.
"Owwww, take it, child! Owwww, take it, child!" Dude started to chant. Sweat ran down the crack of his hairy ass and over his fat nuts. His cock was alive with a million nerve endings. The head was hardening to steel-like consistency and the shaft seemed to be growing while it swelled to its utmost firmness. Little ants ran insanely through his nuts and asshole and he knew his sperm would start to gush out pretty soon. He didn't want to come inside her, and an idea shook him. He stretched his weight across her for a moment and let his cock take a slower pace.
"I'm gonna blast off pretty soon, sugar!" he moaned next to her ear. She was almost completely overcome Sy his masculine odor and her hands shot back and started to dig into his buttocks. She remembered how much smoother Cal's had been. Not so much hair. But the twins were like Daddy.
"When I shoot," Dude continued, still fucking in and out at a slower tempo, "I want to make you come at the same time, Angel! With my mouth! And I want you to take all of Daddy's cum in your mouth and swallow it right down to your sweet little tummy!"
He rested his face on her breasts and noticed how warm and generous they seemed to be. How sweet and loving she was all over! He ran his hands from her buttocks to her thighs and back and started to kiss the nipples of her tits. They were hard, like Flora's got, only smaller.
Little angel! he thought.
He had to fight down a climax. The sudden warmth and softness of her body almost jerked him to an explosion. He started kissing her breasts all over, thinking how long it had been since Flora had just lain there and let him do it. She was always fighting back, instead of giving.
"OHHHHHH, SUGAR!" Dude groaned, going in deeper, slowly.
Rose's hands made a trail from his buttocks to his back to his shoulders. They were gentle and soft and loving. She seemed relaxed, waiting for him to decide when they should come, waiting for him, knowing that she was ready when he was.
"I can't-I can't hold back any longer, honey!" Dude suddenly moaned. He quickly pulled out of her and flipped around so that he straddled her head with his knees. Then he sank down and was surprised when she grabbed his cock and guided it to her mouth. She started to suck it furiously, afraid she wouldn't get enough, and he sank more of his weight down, astonished at the way she was able to let him push into her throat.
His face came down and he parted her thighs with his hands at the same time. Her thighs were trembling, he noticed.
The fresh, little-girl smell of her pussy mingled with the stronger odors of her recent fuck and torn cherry, and Dude felt his head spin from the exciting aromas. He plowed his mouth into the middle quickly, knowing he would have to let his cum go in a moment. He spread the lips with his thumbs and began to lick firmly up and down, taking bites on the clit, making her cunt, from her pubic hair to her asshole, wet with spit. He noticed how red and sensitive her puckered ring looked. He soothed it with his tongue, then returned to her pussy.
Rose's thighs suddenly shot up and circled his head. She began to groan and scream against the cock in her throat. Her voice produced delightful little sensations that made Dude feel like he'd become enclosed by an electric vibrator.
"Ummmmmmmm!" Dude almost choked, and his sperm began to gush into Rose's throat. He quickly pulled up, realizing that he might strangle her, and was surprised to find that she grabbed his ass and forced the pole into her throat again. Then her thighs pressed his head so hard he began to think his skull would break, and her pussy began to contract wildly on his tongue.
He tasted her orgasm the way he knew she was tasting his cum. They both drank and swallowed thirstily, drinking and sucking and licking well beyond the point where their climaxes had subsided. Before Dude got through licking Rose's pussy, she was asleep. He supposed it had been a pretty busy night for her.
He got off the bed and put his pajama bottoms back on. When his thirst for whiskey took over, as it had done more and more often lately, he had to satisfy it in a hurry.
He went downstairs and into the kitchen. The trusty bottle of bourbon was in the cabinet over the sink, next to the dishes. Flora was good about keeping the closet stocked, because she liked a nip once in a while herself.
Dude poured himself a couple of fingers and walked into the living room.
His mind was racing with serious thoughts. The whiskey slowed down his thinking a little, and he was able to start putting his thoughts into more sensible order.
What the hell! he thought, Rose is already ruined, if you want to look at it that way-
He got up, went and fixed another drink, and returned to the big armchair that was his favorite seat. Within a minute, he'd made up his mind. If you can't lick 'em, he thought, join 'em! He had an ace in the hole, all right, one he'd had for a long time and never realized.
He'd be in charge of sales and service at that dealership yet!
Now, he thought, to storm the enemy camp!
He looked the number up in the directory and waited quite a long time for the party at the other end to answer.
"Brad Clayton?"
"Yes? Who the hell's calling at this time of night?"
"Dude Moneymaker here. You had me fired today, but there's no need to go into that. Now listen, Mr. Clayton-Brad, I mean-I know what you like in the pussy department. You've told me often enough. Now listen here, Brad, get your clothes on and come on over-I got a real surprise for you!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Dude was just pouring his third drink when the doorbell rang. He glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall and shook his head. It hadn't been five minutes since he called Clayton, and the man couldn't be here already, Dude realized.
"Now who in hell-" he asked himself, putting down his drink and going to the door. When he opened it he saw the dark eyes and black hair of Rose's friend, Alicia.
"Hello, Mr. Moneymaker. Can I come in? I saw a light in Zip's and Stacy's window, and I thought Rose might be up talking to them. I saw her earlier at the movies and I'll bet she isn't getting any sleep-"
"Alicia! What are you doing here at this time, girl?"
"I'm really sorry I woke you up-" Dude looked down at his attire. His pajama bottoms had slipped low on his hips, and the still-unbuttoned fly was agape, showing just about everything inside. To the girl, he realized, he must look as naked as a jaybird. Alicia, on the other hand, was all dressed up in a dress and proper shoes. Dude was used to seeing her and Rose running around in shirts and jeans.
Dude hiked up his pajamas and smiled.
"I wasn't sleeping. Come on in! I'm just fixing a drink in the kitchen."
Alicia followed him into the house.
"You didn't say why you're here so late," Dude said.
Alicia shrugged her shoulders. Her black, wavy hair fell well below them. She was Rose's age, but shorter and a little plumper.
"I went to the movies. My dad said if I wasn't home by midnight, he'd lock me out and I'd have to sleep on the lawn. And he did! I mean, I didn't think he would. So I wondered if I could sleep with Rose-"
Raul Valdez, Alicia's father, could be a son of a bitch, Dude knew. Alicia's mother, an American, was less strict with the children but she seldom had a word to put in edgeways.
"I guess it'd be okay. You let me go up first and make sure it's okay with Rose."
"Sure, Mr. Moneymaker. Hey, what's that you're drinking?"
"Bourbon."
"Can I have some? I mean, like a nightcap?" Dude was shocked. He knew Alicia was only thirteen, like his daughter. Still, maybe in her house, with so many kids, they had different rules and regulations. Dude glanced again at the kitchen clock. Clayton, who lived on the other side of town, and who'd probably been undressed when Dude called, would take a while to get there. He fixed Alicia a drink, only slightly weaker than his own, and handed it to her.
"Wow!" Alicia Valdez said. "Looks more like a party than a nightcap!" She took a quick swallow and made a face, pointing to the water faucet. Dude quickly poured water for a chaser and she took several gulps before she spoke. "I'm used to mixed drinks!"
Dude couldn't help but notice the way her eyes took quick little glimpses of his body while he stood propped against the sink. He knew he had a helluva good build as far as most women were concerned, and his face wasn't bad either, for those who liked their diamonds in the rough. And his cock-well, for instance, Alicia was giving it the once-over about four times.
Alicia finished her drink almost as fast as he put down his own.
"Another one?" he asked. What the hell!
"Just a little one. Half of what you gave me before."
By the time Alicia was halfway through her second drink, Dude was sure he was making no mistake about her interest in him. Her dark eyes constantly darted in his direction, more often than not to his midsection, where the pajamas had begun to creep low on his hips again.
He found himself thinking about Alicia in a sexual way for the first time. He'd noticed how cute she looked, walking down the street with Rose, or running down the hallway in baby dolls when she spent the night, but they'd seemed like such children.
Then he remembered how only minutes ago Rose's body had been so soft and warm and inviting-so womanly for her age. He knew Alicia would probably be like that, too, with enough baby fat left on her to make the curves even softer in some of the right places.
Dude was amazed to find that his cock was responding to the thought, right in front of the girl's eyes.
Alicia was noticing every little detail of Mr. Moneymaker's body, all right. She'd never seen so much of it! And the shlong! She'd always had an itch to try out Rose's father, since the first day she saw him. And tonight he looked especially good. Alicia had gone to the movies with two boys who had mauled, pawed, and sexed her up for a solid three and a half hours. Then, when they'd gotten themselves off in handkerchiefs, they'd left her high and dry. She was buzzing like a bee at the moment, and the liquor was helping, too.
Now, noticing that his cock was beginning to stiffen in the open fly of the pajamas, pressing against the flannel material and getting ready to pop out, Alicia couldn't help reaching up and clutching one of her tingling breasts.
Dude put his drink down and moved closer to her. He laid his hand over hers and they both squeezed the plump little breast.
"You got an itch or something, Alicia?" Dude asked. He was feeling drunk, and not inclined to beat around the bush.
"Uh-sort of," she answered, feeling her legs go slightly weak. They started to collapse and Dude quickly caught her around the waist. She leaned one hand against the kitchen counter to steady herself and let her body go limp against his.
Yes, he thought, she was soft in all the right places. And horny as a young doe. The heat from the center of her skirt almost burned his pajamas.
"Let's go in here," Dude said, still holding her around the waist and dragging her toward the laundry room that adjoined the kitchen.
"A laundry room?" Alicia asked, a little drunkenly. "How romantic!"
The sarcasm went over Dude's head. He ushered her to a pile of soiled clothes on the floor and lowered her down. Before she had time to look back up, he was stepping out of his pajamas and standing, cock hard, fully stripped.
"Do we have to do it here?" Alicia asked, staring openly at his cock while she unzipped the back of her dress.
"Somebody else is coming over. I don't know when. He might be able to see into the living room."
Alicia seemed satisfied with the answer. Even on a pile of dirty clothes in a laundry room, she was practically aching to have him shove that big sausage between her legs. It was bigger than her father's, or a couple of his friends', or her brother's. It far outclassed any of the boys' at school. In fact, Alicia decided, it was going to be a totally new adventure.
Dude was impatient as he helped the young girl out of her clothes, putting them in an untidy heap on top of the washing machine. She kept her panties on until last, and he crawled over her supine figure and started slipping them down her hips and over her ass. They were white nylon, like Rose always wore, and he could see the pronounced triangle of black pubic hair under them.
Her thighs, he learned, were just as plump and lovely as he thought they'd be, and her skin was completely unblemished. It was olive skin, strictly speaking, but white, too. The darker nature of Alicia's complexion seemed to be mostly in her face. Her mother, Dude knew, was very fair-skinned, and her father was as dark as a berry. He slipped the panties to her knees and took his first good look at her young cunt.
"What a pretty little thing you got there, Alicia," Dude said. "Why don't you just spread your legs a little and let me get down there for a taste of it!"
Alicia did what he asked. Being eaten out was one of her very favorites. When she felt his rough beard begin to scratch her inner thighs she closed her eyes and pinched the nipples of her breasts, hard, the way she liked men to pinch them.
His thumbs parted the lips of her vagina and she felt his tongue go straight for the hole, stabbing in and licking deeply up inside. Then his mouth closed down and he began to munch hungrily.
"OWWWWW!! ! " Alicia sighed, lifting her legs and sliding her thighs back and forth over his ears. "OH, MR. MONEYMAKER!"
Dude could tell that Alicia had been sexually excited for a long time. Her pussy was open and moist, and he knew either she or somebody else had been playing with it tonight-playing with it plenty. He wondered if this girl was a good influence for his Precious Angel. He certainly didn't want Rose consorting with a lot of rough boys, and he bet this little Spanish chick could give lessons on the side. He shoved her legs back, pressing her knees into her breasts. The whole spectrum of her snatch was under his mouth and nose. Her tummy wrinkled a little in this position, because of her plumpness, just above the top of her hairy triangle and below her navel. She had a lot of hair for a girl her age, he thought. More than Rose, even. Both of them had developed fast.
Dude let his munching lips and teeth travel from the furry black triangle to her clit, to the vaginal lips, to the asshole. It was like a cannibal feast, he decided in his bourbon-induced fog. To his surprise, Alicia reached down and grabbed his cock.
"Let me suck you at the same time!" she panted.
Dude was surprised. Her coming right out and asking him that way. But he wiggled around until they were in a sixty-nine position. He'd have rather been on top, over her, shoving his cock so far down her throat she'd strangle on it, but there was still plenty of time for that, he reasoned.
Alicia started on the head, licking around and around, catching the clear drop that oozed from the tip and running it around her tongue. She loved the taste and feel and smell of an older man. The boys at school just didn't seem to have it, in her opinion. With the possible exception of Cal Holly. But he was Rose's boyfriend and Alicia didn't go out of her way to encourage Cal. If it happened sometime, that would be a different matter.
Dude parted his thighs, the way she had done. She could see his fat, furry nuts clearly, his hairy ass, his powerful, muscular thighs. He was a bull, all right, and Alicia, especially with a couple of drinks in her, was thrilled to have this chance with him. She moved her lips down, past the head of his cock, and over the beginning of the shaft. Little by little, using plenty of spit, she was able to work the fat fist of his cockhead to the back of her throat. Then she started to swallow. She'd been an expert at cocksucking for a couple of years, but Dude Moneymaker's prick was a new challenge. It took a lot of effort to suck it all.
Dude couldn't believe where his cock was going! Alicia seemed to do it so effortlessly. No, he decided, Rose would never learn to suck a man's cock this well. His daughter was still a lady, after all, unlike this little hot-blooded filly.
In a few minutes, despite the fact that Dude had never enjoyed a blowjob so much in his life, he realized he'd have to make her stop. The drinks had gotten to his crotch somehow, and he was dangerously close to popping his nuts.
"We better try another way, sugar," Dude said, pulling his face away from Alicia's cunt. He looked down and saw her little clit standing straight up, more pronounced than on most girls her age. His mouth had made her pubic hair slimy with spit and the finer, jet-black hairs on her pussy lips were plastered down and shining. The skin of the cuntlips was darker brown, not red like Rose's. He noticed, too, that her pointed little nipples were the color of pecans. He let his mouth trail up over her plump little tummy. Up to her tits.
They didn't stand as high as Rose's, but flattened down slightly. When he grabbed them he realized they were quite large. When Alicia was grown, he knew, she'd have a set of mondingous knockers. He mashed the breasts together, making the nipples touch, then lowered his mouth over both little nubs at the same time.
"Owwwww, fucking shit!" Alicia said. She'd released his cock from her throat, but continued to hold it in a firm grip in her hand, making sure it didn't get away from her. Her small hand scarcely made it all the way around the wet shaft. When he crawled over her, still sucking her tits, she pulled her legs back and guided the head to her throbbing vaginal lips. They hadn't closed again after the eating out he'd given her, but hung open, the hole waiting for something else to penetrate it.
Dude didn't approve of her language. No wonder her father spanked her so much. At least, Rose said he did.
"Put it in me now!" Alicia almost howled, squirming hard under him. He could actually feel the heat rising from her pussy. "Damn it, put it in!"
She knew he'd fuck her, he realized. Begging for it had to be part of her strong lust. Even with the head pressed firmly down between the wet vaginal lips, she seemed worried that he wouldn't ram her.
"You get on top of me and ride it like a fucking cowgirl," he said. He fell heavily onto his back, still feeling the drinks, and Alicia scrambled up and over his belly in a second.
"Okay, man," Alicia said. "Just lay there and get your jollies!"
Her plump thighs came down on either side of his hips. When her knees touched the floor, several inches of his cock were inside, guided there expertly by her hand. Dude almost fainted!
Even Rose hadn't been tighter than Alicia. His cock felt like it was being shoved through a keyhole! But it was warm in there still, and wet, and soft. He looked at her face and saw that it was red, and she was grunting from the effort of getting all of him inside.
"Goddamn, Dude-Mr. Moneymaker, I mean-I think it's stuck or something!"
Dude reached down and placed his big hands on her buttocks. They were as soft as pillows, but there was plenty of meat and muscle there, too. His fingers trailed down into her asscrack and he felt the stubble of little hairs growing there. She'd be a hairy one when she grew up, he suspected.
Grabbing her thighs tightly then, Dude smiled at Alicia.
"Get ready, girl," Dude said. "You're about to sit on it!"
Alicia's eyes grew large. There was something in his deep voice that sounded a little threatening. His hands held her in such a firm grip she knew something serious was about to happen. Then it did.
Dude pulled her down with all his might. At the same time, he bucked his hips up, almost lifting her knees off the floor. His fat cock pushed in, tearing and ramming, until he was buried all the way.
Alicia cried out like a wounded animal. If he'd shoved his fist inside her cunt it couldn't have stretched her any more fully. She felt like something tore inside, but she didn't care. She finally had Rose's father in there, where she'd imagined him to be so many times while she masturbated her pussy. She quickly ground around on him, getting used to the size.
It was at the moment of penetration that Brad Clayton's voice called into the living room.
"Anybody home?"
Dude and Alicia hadn't heard him. Dude didn't remember that when he let Alicia in he'd forgotten to lock the door. They hadn't heard the doorbell ringing either, what with feeling the effects of the bourbon and getting worked into such a state in the laundry room.
"Shit, baby, you're gonna pull it clean off!" Dude groaned. He continued to hold her hips, guiding her movements while she started fucking straight up and down on him. The thickness of his shaft presented very little trouble after a while. She felt it begin to slip and slide easily, although tightly, and she increased the tempo of her bobbing.
"Ow! Ow! OW!" Alicia cried, her eyes getting wider. "I think it's gonna happen pretty quick!"
Dude grabbed her breasts, realizing she was humping as hard as she could. He squeezed the developing mounds hard, harder than Flora would have permitted him to do. Alicia's eyes shot open even wider.
"AGGGGG!" she almost screamed. 'TEAR 'EM OFF, YOU MOTHER-FUCKER!"
There was a wild expression on her face that was not to be mistaken. Dude knew she was about to get her first one, sure enough. She was even beating him to it! He worked his fingers under her plump belly and found her wet clit. It slipped around in his fingers but he managed to twist and pinch and pull it. It was all it took, he found out. Her cunt began to clutch at him like a rubber glove. She squeezed and whimpered, then squeezed harder and howled loudly. He shoved his other hand against her mouth and she bit his fingers with her teeth, still howling.
Then he shot.
His seed gushed up and in. The tunnel was too narrow, and it squirted back down, dripped from her pussy lips, ran down and soaked his nuts.
It took her a long time to stop wailing and convulsing. Dude could never remember being with a hotter woman. And she was only his daughter's age!
"Baby cunt," Dude drawled, yanking Alicia onto her back and crawling up over her, "Uncle Dude's gonna fix 'nother liddle drinkie, then Uncle Dude's gonna hammer your butt right through this concrete floor!"
Alicia giggled.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Brad Clayton was a dapper man, medium height, with crisp, wavy black hair, greying at the temples, and a black moustache. His body was trim, muscular, in good shape for his forty-five years. His skin shone with a healthy glow, and most women found him very, very attractive.
His interest in young stuff, however, had prevented him from taking the plunge into marriage several times, and he remained the most eligible and sought-after bachelor in the somewhat rural town they lived in.
Clayton was also the richest man in town, and that made him a very big fish, indeed, even in a little pond.
He was dressed in gray flannel slacks, a white linen shirt, and a dark-blue blazer when he made his way across the Moneymaker living room to the stairway. Again, he called:
"Dude Moneymaker? You home? It's Clayton!"
Nobody answered. He thought he heard a sound beyond the kitchen, but it could have been coming from next door in this squalid little neighborhood.
Clayton's loafers made no noise at all as he tiptoed up the stairs and decided to make a check of the bedrooms.
There were two doors at one end of the dimly lit hallway and he tried those first. The first one was small, a girl's room, and it was empty. He stood for several seconds and inhaled the sweet aromas of nail polish, stuffed dolls, cologne and talcum powder and dirty gym socks. He felt a little sinking feeling in his stomach, as he so often did when he was surrounded with the room of a young, prepubescent chick.
The lamp was on in the next room. He recognized Flora Moneymaker and her twin boys, Zip and Stacy. All curled up with each other as naked as fucking jaybirds! It was disgusting, he thought. He made a face. The bed was a mess, and by God, the Moneymaker woman had a foot and an arm tied to the posts. And it looked as though a gag was hanging around her neck. A fucking orgy if Brad Clayton had ever seen one!
What the hell kind of house did Dude run? he wondered.
The larger bedroom was at the other end of the hallway. Brad went there and looked in. A young girl was asleep on the big, king-sized bed.
She was completely nude.
Clayton stepped in closer and got a better look. He reached down and grabbed his stiffening cock through the material of his slacks and jockey shorts.
It was Dude's daughter, Rose. He'd seen her come by the supply store where Dude worked a few times. Usually with some little girl friend who was part Spanish or something. He looked down her body, then back up, taking in every detail of her young flesh. Rose's head was straight back, and her breasts were fully exposed, but she had turned her waist and draped one thigh across the other. He noticed the exquisite taper of the thigh, so slender and yet so shapely for a little girl. Her skin was like marble, with hardly a freckle or blemish from head to toe, despite her red hair.
He touched her knee, standing close to her beside the bed. When she didn't respond he lifted the thigh very gently away from the other one. Slowly, her pussy became exposed to his gaze.
Rose mumbled something in her sleep and spread her legs.
Clayton sank to his knees by the bed and looked closely at the warm, completely open young-girl snatch. It seemed to pout, as though it had been used too roughly tonight. He gently, touching as lightly as a feather, parted the soft red hairs that covered the lips of her tender young vagina. Some of them had stuck together and dried that way.
Even more slowly, he parted the soft lips.
The dim light from the hallway didn't tell him much, but he thought the tender flesh under the lips looked angry and red. It almost burned his fingers. The heat was from irritation, he realized. He bent his head down and let the tip of his tongue leave a warm, wet, soothing trail across the red flesh. Rose gave a soft moan in her sleep. Her thighs parted wider.
Clayton pushed his face closer. His chin was clean-shaven but the moustache was rather bristly and he couldn't avoid letting it contact the soft skin. It didn't seem to bother the girl enough to bring her out of her sleep, so he pressed in and began to lick up and down the insides of her pussy lips in steady, wet trails.
Rose groaned in her sleep and shifted her weight. She was flat on her back now, her thighs splayed almost obscenely apart. Brad crawled up, on his stomach, between her legs. He cupped her asscheeks gently and held the delightful feast under his face for a moment, staring down at the exquisite young loveliness. He'd taken a good look at her face many times, and had always thought she was a beautiful girl. But her body-her breasts-her legs-her cunt! He spread the asscheeks with his hands and brought his mouth down to her vagina.
It was the most delicious cunt he'd ever tasted, he thought. And unless he missed his guess, it had been a virgin until maybe a couple of hours ago! Now who in hell? Those brothers of hers? Her old man, for Christ's sake?
Clayton was an expert on virgin cunts. He'd busted them with his prick. With his tongue! With his fingers! There was nothing about the look and smell and taste of virginity that he wasn't familiar with. He'd made a survey of virginity that could have earned him a Ph.D.
"Hmmmmm!" he sighed, letting his face sink into the soft saddle of her inner thighs. He lapped lazily, slowly, with his tongue, tasting everything there at his leisure. His cock was getting painfully stiff in the confining jockey shorts, but he didn't want to stop what he was doing to free it. He continued to hold her buttocks, making soft cradles of his palms, while he licked her sleepily. It seemed to him after a while that he must have been eating her for twenty minutes. Still, she didn't stir. The only clue he had that she was semiconscious were the little gasps and moans that came occasionally from her throat.
Then, to his surprise and excitement, her hips gave a little thrust upward. He played a game, letting his tongue slip out of her hole and up through the hairy little lips again until its touch was so light she couldn't be sure it was there. Slowly the vagina opened, searching. It pushed out and pressed into his tongue, the lips clutching at the wet tip, trying to bring it once more inside.
She couldn't see him smile as he licked deeply back down, making sure it was at least temporarily satisfied. Then she said her first words:
"Owwwwwww! That's so goooood!"
He scooted up and lay next to her, propped on an elbow, his hand brushing lightly over her breasts.
"Was it, Rose? Was it good?" he asked, smiling down at her.
Rose's eyes shot open in surprise. She jumped to a sitting position and covered her breasts, knocking his hand away.
"Who are you?" she asked, frightened.
He replied in a gentle, reassuring voice, "I'm a friend of your father's, Rose. You know, his boss, Mr. Clayton. You've seen me-"
"Oh! Mr. Clayton!" Rose said, her eyes still wide. "What are you doing here?"
"Your father asked me to come over, Rose. I think he wanted me to meet you."
Rose was very puzzled. She remembered everything-what had happened with Cal, with Zip and Stacy, with Daddy-and she remembered falling asleep in Daddy's room, but her mind couldn't accept the fact that Mr. Clayton, from Daddy's work, was in bed with her. She'd awakened to the feel of the mouth on her pussy, but she'd assumed it was Daddy, although she might have known Daddy wouldn't be so gentle and nice about it.
"He wanted you to meet me?" Rose asked.
"Yes, dear. I believe he knows how much I like sweet young girls like you, and he must have thought you looked especially pretty tonight, because he asked me over to meet you."
He nuzzled his mouth into the hollow of her shoulder and sent little shivers through her body.
Rose thought he was the most handsome man she'd ever seen in her life! She'd never been next to a man who wore expensive cologne and paid so much money for his clothes! He looked like a model in a magazine! And his eyes-they were so dark and friendly! For some reason that she couldn't explain, Rose began to sob. Brad immediately cradled her in his arms and rocked her softly back and forth.
"What is it, dear? What are you unhappy about? Tell Uncle Brad all about it!"
His voice was deep, like Dude's, but it was softer, more soothing. She felt like she could tell this man anything, that he'd understand anything.
Brad Clayton had trouble controlling his emotions when he encountered girls of Rose's age with problems. He was usually the first one to be up in arms about the way someone was treating -or mistreating them. He didn't like Dude Moneymaker, never had. And he was quite surprised to realize that Moneymaker was offering him his daughter, probably with the idea of getting his job at the supply store back. The automobile dealership was only one of Clayton's businesses in town, but he kept abreast of everything that happened there. Moneymaker was a fuck up, and would never change.
Now his daughter! Clayton decided Rose was one of the few things Dude had ever produced that was worthwhile.
"He-he-and my brothers, too!" Rose sobbed.
Clayton was confused.
"You mean they-sort of forced themselves on you?" he asked.
"Y-yes," Rose sobbed. "In the front and back, too!"
Clayton held her more closely and let her continue to cry. He knew it would do her good, and he intended to soothe her back down when it was over. His tongue was getting erect, just thinking about her tender young cunt. He gently let his hand travel to that area now, and noticed that it still felt hot and moist. Rose made no protest when she felt his fingers slipping back into her pubic hairs. Her breasts were squeezed tightly against the soft wool of his blazer jacket. Slowly he eased her back against the pillows. Her red hair flowed out from each side of her head and her green eyes shone up at him from her pale face.
He thought she was the loveliest creature he'd ever seen.
Yes, Dude Moneymaker had once told Clayton he'd let him know if he heard of any hot young stuff around town, and Clayton knew that Dude would expect a favor in return-but Dude's own daughter! Was the job worth that much to him?
Clayton resisted an urge to pull his clothes off and fuck her. Right now, he decided, she needed the gentleness of his mouth more than his cock.
"Everything's going to be all right, dear," he whispered. "Just relax and let me finish what I started. We'll have plenty of time to talk about those other things-"
Rose settled back onto the mattress obediently. She felt secure with him, somehow, and she thought he was the nicest thing that had happened to her all evening.
"Now let's just see if we can make all the hurt go away," he said, leaning his face back down between her legs and noticing that she parted her thighs with no encouragement from him. Her pelvis lifted a little in anticipation of the delightful tickle of his tongue. He smiled and went immediately for her clit, wanting her to experience the utmost sensation at the first moment of contact.
His mouth came down over the little erect nub and he heard her soft groan the second he began to lick it. He pressed the firm flesh with his lips and played around the tip with his tongue, flicking back and forth wetly. Her small hands shot down to his head and her fingers entwined in his crisp black hair.
"Owwww, Mr. Clayton! Keep doing that for a little while!" Rose gasped excitedly. Again he smiled without her being able to see him. He grabbed the cheeks of her ass, as he had done before, and lifted her crotch into his face, pressing in with his nose and chin while he continued to lick her clit.
"Owwwww, your moustache tickles!" she squealed, with a mixture of laughter and passion. She began to squirm and grab handfuls of his hair.
Once more he positioned himself flat on his belly, careful not to mess up his clothes. He pushed her legs up and back, spreading them open as wide as he could. She grabbed her knees and pulled them down hard, wanting to cooperate. Her curly-haired pussy stuck straight up, the lips parted, tense with desire.
Yes, he thought, I turn this little chick on for some reason!
He wet a finger and let it trail down between the cuntlips while he sucked. It found the hole and started wiggling in. He was amazed by the tightness of the channel, wondering how a grown man like Dude had been able to go all the way. And yet, he thought, moving the finger deeper and deeper, she'd sure as hell been plowed straight to the back wall!
"Your father take your virginity?" he asked, lifting his face.
"No. My brother. Stacy. Zip went in my-my-"
He quickly returned to licking her. She seemed on the verge of tears again. In a moment she was squirming and panting with as much heat as before.
This has got to be the hottest cunt I've ever had my mouth on, he thought. The erection inside his trousers was once more almost painful. But he continued to hold her ass and eat deeply into her young snatch.
Rose was glad her father had sent this man over to meet her. He was, she decided, the nicest of her father's friends she'd ever known. It must be wonderful, she thought, to have a boss like Mr. Clayton.
His moustache began to prick her clit like a hairbrush when he moved his mouth to her hole.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she sighed in the back of her throat, reaching at the same time for her breasts and playing with the nipples. After her session with Dude, she felt as though she'd never be able to feel another delightful explosion in her womb again. But Mr. Clayton's mouth produced such fresh, new tingles between her legs! When one tingle ripped her loins like an electric shock, she grabbed his head between her thighs and began to grind her cunt hard into his face.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Rose started gasping.
It was happening again, quite suddenly! Something hot was starting to boil inside, building up pressure. There was no escape from it. When the pressure was too much, something would have to explode! Rose knew the feeling now, it was no longer a mystery. Instead of fearing what would happen, she longed for it. At the moment she'd have killed to let the explosion happen while this nice man's mouth was on her.
"Oh!" Rose gasped. "OH! OH! OH, GOD! I THINK IT'S ABOUT TO HAPPEN!" she shouted.
Clayton knew his moustache was taking care of her clit. He buried his tongue so far into her tight tunnel his jaws ached. He took his right hand away from her ass-cheek and shot it straight up the soft, warm crack between the two delightful buttocks, found the little puckered hole, still tender from use, and probed deeply. He heard her scream and quickly stifle the sound. Her anus closed against his finger and nipped it tightly. Then her hot cunt seemed to open around his tongue and her body shuddered so hard he was alarmed.
The taste of a young girl's orgasm was the most delightful thing on earth, as far as Brad Clayton was concerned. He'd become an epicure, and Rose Moneymaker was Cordon Bleu. He lapped hungrily, trying to steady her writhing, convulsing body, until she showed signs of slowing down. Her breath had been coming in such choked gasps she'd hardly made any noise at the crucial moment. But her asshole and pussy began to open and close rapidly, letting him know when each excruciating shock took her by surprise.
When it was over he sat up and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.
"Try to sleep now, dear," he said.
"Will you come back?" she asked, yawning.
"I may never leave," he said, smiling. He left the room and closed the door behind him.
Downstairs, the living room was still empty. He was thinking of leaving when Dude and Alicia Valdez walked out of the kitchen, both a bit unsteady on their feet.
Rose's little girlfriend! Bray Clayton thought.
"OH! Mr. Clayton!" Dude said, pulling his pajama bottoms a little higher up. "I didn't know you got here!"
Why should he know any different? Clayton thought.
"Just got here, Dude. What did you want to talk to me about?"
"You better run on up to Rose's room," Dude said to Alicia. "She might not be there, but she'll be along directly."
"Boy, I need to sleep, all right," Alicia said. "You really got me stoned!"
"Uh, hurry along now, Alicia," Dude said, not bothering to make any introductions.
As Dude watched Alicia's plump little bottom ascend the stairs, a sudden thought came to his mind.
"Mr. Clayton," Dude said, when Alicia had disappeared, "I thought maybe we could talk some business!"
"What kind of business, Moneymaker? Your job, I guess-"
"Not that job, Mr. Clayton. Brad, I mean. I was thinking I'd be more cut out to be in charge of the supply room."
"And what would I get in return?" Clayton asked.
"Well," Dude answered, "for starters, how about if I fix it so you can fuck that little half breed you just saw?"
Clayton was surprised.
"Let's take a ride and talk about it-Dude," he said.
CHAPTER NINE
Cal Holly saw the light in Rose's bedroom go on just as he turned the corner onto her street. By the time he reached the house, the front door was opening. He stepped behind a nearby tree and watched while Dude Moneymaker, in his pajama bottoms and bare feet, and Brad Clayton, whom Cal knew by sight, came down the front steps and got into a shiny black Caddy parked in front. The car drove away and Cal waited a moment before trying the door. It was open and he poked his head inside.
Nobody was in the living room.
He thought of tossing some pebbles against Rose's window from the outside, but then decided the risk of some neighbor catching him was as bad as just going on upstairs and talking to Rose in her bedroom, now that he knew she was still up.
He took off his sneakers and held them in his hand while he went upstairs, going into Rose's bedroom so quickly he didn't even pause to peek into the room next door, where Flora and the twins still lay asleep.
To his surprise, it was not Rose in the room but Alicia Valdez, stretched across the bed with her clothes still on, the lamp burning away, snoring loudly. Cal walked over and shook her shoulder.
"Hey!" Alicia said, lifting her head and squinting at Cal. "Oh, hey, man, what the fuck you doin'here?"
"What are you doing here?" Cal asked. "Where is Rose?"
"I don't know, man," Alicia said, propping herself up on her elbows. "I came up here to crash and the room was empty. Rose's old man really got me stoned on some kinda booze-" Alicia shook her head to clear it.
Cal sat down on the bed.
"Something funny's going on here tonight," he said. "People running outside in their pajamas-"
"Anyway," Alicia said, seemingly wide awake again, "what are you snooping around here for? Rose's old man know you're here?"
"No. The door was open so I just walked in."
"He'll think you're up here trying to fuck her if he catches you."
Cal smiled. He was used to Alicia's rough language. All her brothers and sisters talked the way she did.
"I came by here to tell her I was sorry. She was pissed off at me earlier, before she came home."
"How come?"
Alicia was openly nosy, but Cal liked to talk to her anyway.
"If you want to know the truth, because I did try to fuck her. Only she wouldn't let me, so I kinda made her give me some head."
Alicia smiled and squeezed her thighs together. "Yeah? So she's savin' it for Mr. Right, huh?"
"I guess so."
"She give good head?"
'Terrific! It was her first time, too, I think."
"Better than me? I got a reputation for giving the best head in town, you know-"
Cal laughed.
"How should I know? You never blew me."
"Well," Alicia said, squirming over closer to him and running her hand up his leg, "you could find out right now if you want to."
Cal's cock immediately stiffened. He'd been walking around for what seemed like hours, thinking about Rose's mouth on his cock, the taste of her pussy-
"Sure," he said, reaching for his fly.
"Wait a minute!" Alicia said in a loud whisper. "Go get us a drink from the kitchen! Hurry up! I need it for my head!"
"What?"
"The closet right over the sink. Some brown shit in a bottle. Pour us both one and hurry back."
The outline of Cal's cock could be seen clearly, running down the right leg of his tight jeans. He almost hobbled out of the room and down the stairs. He was back, in what seemed like seconds, holding two glasses half full of bourbon.
"Up yours," Cal said, handing Alicia her drink and taking a gulp of his own. He coughed and laughed. Alicia did the same.
"We smell like a gin mill," Cal said.
"Sit down here and get comfortable," Alicia said, taking another drink.
"Let me get out of these," Cal said, indicating his jeans. He put his drink on the top of Rose's bureau, next to a stuffed, furry tiger doll. With no modesty, he quickly stripped out of his jeans and jockey shorts. Alicia watched with interest and again her thighs squeezed tightly together.
"Man, you got a boss bod," she almost cooed.
"Thanks," he said. "You won't look so bad yourself when you lose some of your baby fat." He kicked his jeans aside.
"Bullshit!" Alicia said, handing him her drink. "I got fabulous fucking titties! You ever see them?"
"No."
"Then take a look!"
She unzipped fhe top of her dress and pulled it over her shoulders. She didn't wear a bra, and Cal wouldn't have believed her tits were so large until he saw them uncovered. Alicia, maybe because of her Spanish blood, was maturing rapidly for a girl her age. He didn't blame her for being proud of her breasts. Compared to most of what he saw on girls so young, they were prizewinners.
"Oh, yeah!" Cal said, getting on the bed on his knees and reaching for the tits. His cock was standing straight out, and Alicia hadn't missed a detail of its size and shape. She grabbed it around the base and felt it throb, hard, in her hand.
"That's a pretty nice pussy stretcher, too," she said. It wasn't as big as Dude's, she realized, but practically nobody's was!
"Why don't you give it a kiss and introduce yourself?"
He continued to play with her tits while she leaned her head forward and began giving playful little pecks up and down the shaft with her lips.
"Hmmmm, how do you do? My name's Alicia Valdez."
Cal grabbed her by her dark hair and forced the head of his cock into her mouth. With no protest, she opened her lips wide and allowed it to come inside. Then he shoved and was surprised to find that the cock slipped almost effortlessly down her throat. It sank until his pubic hairs were mashed into her nose.
"My goooooddddd!! ! " he moaned.
Alicia's throat began to work hard on the shaft. She used her muscles to squeeze and massage the fat pole while it was all the way down, making his nuts tighten immediately. She had more control than she'd been able to use on Dude Moneymaker. Cal's cock, although a healthy size, wasn't quite so fat. She found that she could do all the basic things she did when she sucked her father. His was just about Cal's size, though perhaps an inch longer. After two solid years of sucking Raul Valdez, it took constant experimenting, Alicia had found, to come up with new little thrills for him. The throat-glove technique she used now, and had even nicknamed, got Pop to pop every time!
"Hey, you better slow down," Cal said, beginning to pant. "It'll all be over before it gets started. I want you to lick my nuts, too, if it's okay with you-"
"Sure, why not?" Alicia said, coming off the cock and wiggling out of her dress. "I've wanted to make it with you for a long time, only I figured you were Rose's private property." She peeled her white nylon panties down with her skirt and when she was finished she was completely naked from head to toe. "Why don't you take your shirt off so I can look at your he-man chest?"
"I never made out with a girl as young as Rose before. Or you-"
"Don't let age fool you. Experience is what counts!"
He looked down at her body, and his glistening wet cock gave a jump in the air. Alicia looked almost like a woman, although he knew she was no older than Rose. Her hips flared out from a waist that was deceivingly small. Her nude body lost the rather dumpy appearance it gave in clothes. Yeah, he decided, Alicia had her curves in all the right places. A pretty face, too. But her pussy was spectacular!
Alicia watched him take his shirt off and drop it on top of his jeans on the floor. There was a healthy appreciation for his body in her eyes.
When he was nude, Cal climbed up and parted her thighs.
"Shit, Alicia," he said, "I never saw so much hair on a pussy your age!"
She watched him examine the thick bush on her lower belly and vaginal lips. He lifted her legs back.
"You even got it running up in the crack of your ass!"
Alicia laughed.
"My mother's a hairy bugger, too! For Irish. And Pop's a gorilla!"
"Whew!" Cal hissed under his breath. "Maybe I'll have a little bite of that, if you don't mind."
"Help yourself."
Alicia spread her thighs nonchalantly. It was nothing new to have her cunt eaten, and she was always ready and willing to offer it up to any mouth that was interested enough to ask for it.
Cal's tongue began to lick up and down the insides of her plump young thighs. He felt them tremble slightly under his touch.
"Owwwww, man!" Alicia moaned. "You got a nice soft mouth!"
Cal worked his tongue up higher, until the hairy vaginal lips seemed to open and invite him. He had never eaten such a young girl before, until tonight anyway. Except for Rose, Alicia was the only thirteen-year-old he met who seemed to know what it was all about. But he suspected Alicia wasn't a virgin. He'd even heard stories about her old man getting into her.
He licked straight down between the hairy lips. They were rather plump, like the rest of her. Inside, he began to taste all the sweetness of her youth, and his mouth became wetter and wetter, like he was satisfying a terrible thirst.
"Owwww! Owww! Owww!" Alicia moaned, grabbing his hair and bucking her crotch into his face hard. "Yeah, man, lick it! Lick it! LICK it!"
She began to do most of the work, ramming her pelvis against his mouth, rubbing her cunt from one end to the other over him.
"Owww, man, that feels soooo good!" Alicia sighed, still humping. "Hey, man, you can put something else up me if you want to!".
Cal's heart started beating rapidly. He'd wanted Rose's young snatch to fuck so badly that night he'd almost become an animal. Now, Alicia, no older than Rose, was putting it out on a silver platter.
"Yeah?" Cal asked, lifting his face.
"Sure. Why not? It's in good shape. Here, let me get you wet again."
Alicia was a girl after his heart, he decided. He flung himself around in a sixty-nine position and went back to eating her pussy, throwing one of her plump thighs over his head. The silky black vagina lips were wet now, and so was all the flesh beneath them, all the way up her hole.
He felt her mouth around his cock again. Her throat slid down over it, consuming the whole rod as though it were nothing. He'd never again be able to get a blow job without making comparisons to Alicia's technique.
"Hmmmm-suck it, lady," he moaned, fucking roughly into her face. She didn't seem to mind how rough he got, except for Touching his thighs with her hands to let him know she would eventually reach a limit to her abilities. Before it came to this, though, Cal was ready to blast. He knew if he didn't get inside her now he'd be filling her throat with his cream.
Alicia had the same idea. She knew from the way his cock throbbed he was reaching the blastoff stage.
"Put it in now!" Alicia whispered hoarsely, pulling off the wet slimy pole.
By the time Cal got to his knees she was on her back, her legs parted and raised, the soft saddle of her thighs and cunt lifted and ready for him to ride.
"Owww, shit!" Cal panted, holding his wet cock and lining it up between the hairy pussy lips. He felt like he was going to shoot before he had a chance to get inside and he used all his concentration to hold back. Another emergency happened at the point where he first felt her hot, wet walls close on the head and squeeze. But then he slid all the way to the root and held himself there for a few seconds, until his nuts began to relax.
He couldn't believe the tightness! Alicia's cunt was holding him as firmly as his fist hadmore firmly even than with her throat.
"You about ready to shoot?" she asked bluntly. He nodded. "Then just keep it inside for a minute. Play with my tits, or something. When you come I'd like to swallow it anyway."
Cal smiled in a panting sort of way. He bent down and cupped her breasts in his hands. The almond-colored nipples were so firm they felt like little stones. Her reaction to his touch surprised him.
"Jesus!" Alicia moaned, squirming. "That's where it's at, man! Just keep squeezing them jugs!"
Her thick black hair was all over the pillow she rested her head on, billowing out in all directions, sometimes across her face when she turned it from side to side.
In a moment, Cal felt the need to fuck-in and out slowly, feeling her tightness pull and grab him. He knew he wouldn't be able to last long, but he was sure she would be able to orgasm with him and he wanted to prolong it for both of them. Very, very slowly he retreated. When he knew that only the head of his cock was still buried, he started in again, just as slowly. Alicia's eyes shot wide open.
"Oh, fucking shit, man! What are you doing? Nobody ever fucked me slow like that!"
A rather stupid look crossed her face and he realized she was floating upward fast, about to reach an almost instant climax.
Cal felt proud of himself. He hadn't had the chance to fuck much cunt, and he didn't realize that he had a technique this good at his disposal.
Alicia's eyes closed then and her mouth hung wide open. He thought of crawling up over it, just when he was ready to blast, and letting her drink all his man juice. The thought almost had him coming again and he willed his nuts to relax while he kept up the snail's pace.
Her vagina began to tremble and convulse around him. He looked down. It was as though a furry little animal mouth was trying to swallow him all the way. He noticed the way the skin at the opening stretched almost inside out each time he made his slow retreat. It became hotter and damper inside. Sweat started to break out on his forehead and he gave Alicia's tits such a rough squeeze she winced.
'That's right, man!" she groaned. "Tear 'em off!"
He looked down again at her vagina. When it was stretched all the way out, the way she was stretching it now, the skin inside her became smooth, shiny. The furry lips were far away from his wet hole. He was going straight in and out of the center.
"GAAAAGH! OWWWWWWW, SHIT!" Alicia suddenly wailed in a voice so loud he became alarmed. If Dude Moneymaker caught him, his ass would be grass!
"Be quiet!" Cal whispered.
"I-I-I'M THERE!" Alicia wailed back, her eyes containing an expression that was close to shock. "I'M COMING!"
Cal felt her pussy start to do wild, grabbing, massaging things to his shaft. Her ass banged up and down so hard the bed started to squeak. He sank all the way in and pressed his weight down on her, clapping his hand over her mouth at the same time. Her strangled cries and groans came audibly through his fingers, although muffled.
Then he felt his toes curl and his nuts felt like they were being sucked through his asshole. His cock throbbed twice and seemed to grow to double in thickness and stiffness. He pulled out rather quickly and moved up over her body. By-the time his crotch was over her face her mouth was open and her eyes told him she understood what would happen next.
He had just enough time to get the head of his cock into her before it began to gush. Alicia grabbed the cheeks of his ass and began swallowing expertly, taking more and more of the pole down until he was completely buried in her throat when the last spasmodic jets shot out of him. He grunted and panted and almost sobbed from the exquisite feeling of relief. While she finished sucking him, she fingered her clit frantically, squeezing and twirling the erect nub of flesh until the racking shocks stopped tearing through her. Then she took his still-erect cock out of her throat.
"Put it back in and rest a minute," she said.
Rose's eyes shot open at the sound of the cry. There were more, softer ones. Then what seemed like a loud but muffled wail.
She refused to lie in the dark and listen another second. The noise sounded like it came from her room, and she was determined to check it out.
She left her parents' bedroom, wearing nothing and tiptoed gracefully down the hallway. She could see the lamp burning in her room, and she wondered who on earth could be in there?
When she opened the door she almost screamed with surprise! Cal was lying flat on top of Alicia. His bare ass was shining in the lamp light, and she could see through his parted legs that his cock was all the way up inside her best girl friend's pussy! Alicia's legs were pulled up, resting against his sides. Her arms were locked firmly around his waist.
"Ow, shit, hey there!" Alicia said, suddenly aware of Rose.
"You bitch!" Rose almost shouted.
CHAPTER TEN
A voice came through the wall, from the twins' bedroom next door.
"Rose? Are you all right?"
Rose, Alicia and Cal froze!
"Oh, yes, mother. Just had a bad dream," Rose answered in a loud voice. "I'm all right."
Flora seemed satisfied and didn't bother to check her daughter's room. She supposed Rose would have plenty enough reasons for nightmares after the punishment Dude had probably put her through. She untied her wrist, sat up and yawned. Then she untied her leg and wiggled her limbs for a few seconds, making sure the circulation was in them again. There was just enough light in the room to find the flimsy wrap she'd been wearing, and after fighting down a sudden desire to wake the boys and have another round, she slid into the garment and stepped into the hallway. Her pussy still seemed to be on fire. She wondered if something had been put into her food that day.
When she was halfway down the hall she heard the front door open. She looked into the living room from the darkness of the landing and saw Dude come in, followed by someone who looked for all the world like Brad Clayton!
She stood there and listened, knowing they couldn't see her.
"I still don't know, Moneymaker," Clayton said, sitting on the sofa. "You're asking for a lot-for that little Spanish nympho. Shit, I could tell that she wasn't a virgin when I looked at her."
Dude was fixing them a drink. Brad heard him mumble something about his stock being low.
"Now we might be able to work something out," Clayton said when Dude came back into the room and sat on a chair near him.
"How's that?" Dude asked.
"I was thinking," Brad Clayton said. "Your daughter's just about the same age as Alicia, isn't she? How about if I-"
"Now wait a minute, Clayton!" Dude thundered. "That's out! Sure, I'd let you have a go at the Valdez girl, if I thought I'd get something substantial in return, but not my own daughter!"
Flora was shocked! They seemed to be bargaining for Rose's friend Alicia as though she were on an auction block!
Clayton knew Dude was bluffing, as indeed Dude was. Rose had, after all, been Dude's original ace in the hole. Clayton knew Dude would sell his mother if the price was right. He decided to go through with it, fascinated to know at what price Dude let his morals be completely corrupted.
"If you aren't interested," Clayton said, rising, "it's been a long night and I'm tired of talking-"
"Now wait a minute, Clayton!" Dude said, jumping up. "I didn't say you couldn't have Rose. Only for Rose I'd like to be made manager of the whole dealership!"
Clayton smiled, then he heard a woman's angry voice.
"Just a goddamn minute!" Flora said, pulling her wrap more tightly about her and charging down the stairs.
"Flora-I didn't know you were up!" Dude said, surprised.
"You dumb asshole!" Flora fired back at her husband. "Just what do you think you're doing? I heard the arrangement you made to let this man-to let him-spoil our virgin daughter!"
"Defile is the word most commonly used, I think," Clayton said to her, smiling. Flora's eyes flashed angrily at the visitor.
"You think your money can buy anything, don't you? You're lucky to have Dude working for you at any price! If you want extras, you'll have to pay for them!"
Clayton sat back down. Dude reached for his drink and drained the glass.
"And just what suggestions do you have to make?" Clayton asked Flora, knowing that she was about to demand her own pound of flesh.
"Well," Flora said, softening her tone and sitting down, "girls Rose's age don't come cheap, you know-"
"I know," Clayton replied.
"There are a few things I'd like for myself," she began.
"Butt out of this, Flora," Dude said.
"Shut up and fix me a drink!" she almost shouted at her husband. Her voice contained an edge that Dude recognized as her mean mood. He went into the kitchen without another word. Flora turned back to Clayton and her face brightened.
"I'm still a good-looking woman, Mr. Clayton," she said. "Of course, you'd never know it from the awful clothes I have to wear. Now a mink coat, some decent dresses. Maybe a new car to drive those things would make me look the way I was intended to look!"
Clayton nodded without speaking.
"Of course," Flora went on, "I might be able to satisfy you just as much as my daughter could, if-if you made it worth my while, that is-"
He remembered the way she'd been tied to the bed upstairs, obviously fucked in every position known to man by her-own sons! He waited until
Dude returned before answering her.
"Hmmm-you might be worth screwing," Clayton said, noticing the way Dude's eyebrows shot up. "But I still think I'd prefer your lovely daughter."
"Listen!" Flora said, taking the drink Dude offered her and leaning closer to Clayton. "You just need an older woman to really straighten you out! Believe me, experience is what counts when you're hot and horny!" She let her robe fall open and the sight of her lush tits started to flood Clayton's crotch with warmth.
"Well," Clayton said, reaching down to his zipper and pulling it open, "I might consider it. Let me see how you can handle this with your mouth!"
Flora's eyes shot wide open when he pulled his cock out of his flannel trousers. It was half-soft but still it looked almost as large as Dude's when Dude was fully erect!
Dude's face grew red with anger! He was not only outraged that Clayton would pull this in front of him, but until now he'd always considered himself the town's undisputed cock champion.
Flora seemed to make a hasty decision. She put her drink down, crossed to the sofa, where Clayton sat, and sank to her knees. He spread his legs and she bent down between them.
"No," Clayton said, "let's not be messy. Take my pants down."
He unbuckled his belt and opened the top catch of the trouser waistband. Flora tugged the material down over his knees while he lifted his ass to accommodate her.
"There now," Clayton said, winking at Flora and then smiling at Dude. "Now you can suck it right!" He shoved his hips forward and his bare thighs opened wide. They were a little hairy, but he was muscular and Flora had always found him very attractive. She'd never dreamed his cock was so huge! Once more she bent forward, grabbing the monstrous shaft around the base and opening her mouth.
"Your wife give a good blow job, Dude?" Clayton asked, seeing if he could get a rise from the other man. "She looks like she's got the right kind of mouth for it! Ouch! Don't bite, sugar, just use your lips on it!"
Dude's face became almost purple. He could feel himself beginning to tremble with anger. It took all his control to keep from walking over and busting Clayton in the face. But he also knew he'd have to leave town if he ever did a thing like that.
"Owww!" Clayton groaned, closing his eyes and shoving his crotch farther forward. "Now that's more like it! See if you can eat all of it now, sugar!"
Flora's wrap was open in front. She yanked it over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor behind her. She was kneeling, completely nude, and
Clayton had the pleasure of staring down at her lush curves while she sucked him. If he wanted to give up young stuff, he decided, Flora Moneymaker would be able to satisfy him quite nicely. He wondered how her cunt would feel and taste-if it would be as beautiful and silky as her young daughter's. Clayton slipped off one of his loafers and stuck the tip of his foot between her legs while she sucked. His nylon sock came in contact with her pubic hair. The hair seemed to crackle with electricity at his touch and the heat that rose from her loins was unmistakable.
"Hey, Dude," Clayton said, "your wife's as hot as a ten-cent firecracker! Why don't you slip behind her and satisfy her cunt with your dick while she sucks me?"
Dude wished he had a gun in his hand. He would have liked to see Clayton's head explode all over the living room! The man was talking about his own Flora as though she were nothing more than a common street tart!
"You mother-fucker!" Dude snarled, rising to his feet.
"Fuck her, Moneymaker!" Clayton snarled back. His voice held all the authority that Dude's lacked. It was the voice of his boss, the voice of wealth and power in the town.
"Well-okay," Dude said, untying his pajama string and letting them fall around his ankles. He stepped up behind Flora, then sank down until he knelt the same way she did. Flora immediately shoved her rump back and presented Dude with a rear-entry position.
Clayton was enjoying it all immensely. For the sake of greed, he decided, these two would do anything in the book. Hell, he could have told Dude to fuck a snake and gotten the same results.
Flora's throat was beginning to do wonderful things to Brad Clay ton's cock. He wondered if Rose had inherited any of this talent. His nuts tightened at the thought of the gorgeous little redhead sucking him off. He watched Dude wiggle his hulking, hairy body into position from the rear and start to line up his rising dick.
"Not so fast, Dude," Clayton said. "Get down there and wet her up with your mouth! You don't want to give your own wife a dry ram, do you?"
Dude realized he'd do anything Clayton asked for. At this point, what was the sense in turning back? He slipped onto his hands and knees and shoved his face between Flora's ample buttocks. She poked her ass back further, presenting him with her pouting pussy lips. -Despite his anger with Clayton, Dude's mouth watered. He could eat Flora till the cows cam home if she relaxed and let him do it. His cock got harder and harder while he pushed his mouth down and began to grab the hairy cunt between his lips. He started working his tongue inside.
"Umpf!" Flora moaned, shoving her ass into Dude's face as far as it would go. His mouth made her itching cunt turn to fire! Brad noticed her playing with her tits and pushed her hands away, taking over and massaging her nipples as expertly as she had ever done them herself. He was gentle the way Dude had never been. She found her cunt opening up for her husband's tongue, trying to get more of it up into her.
The thickness of Clayton's cock was a problem to Flora at first, but little by little she was learning to overcome it. Dude had shoved himself all the way down her throat at times, forcing her to eat him until she'd almost screamed for air. But Clayton, built even larger than Dude, considerately let her find her own way to master his giant rod. He waited patiently, groaning softly at times, for her to work herself down on him. The fist-like knob, that had seemed to be stuck in her gullet at first, was gradually squeaking past the tight muscles and going down. She lifted her head higher over his lap and this forced her rump to poke up in the air. Dude used the advantage to work his tongue as far into her pussy as it had ever been.
"Owww, shit!" Brad Clayton grunted, squirming his ass around on the sofa. "Eat it good, baby! I'll fucking drown you when I shoot!"
Eating Rose's pussy had churned Clayton's midsection into hot butter. He'd cooled off on his drive around the back roads with Dude, but the second a mouth closed over his patient cock, he found it returned to its former state of tingling excitement! Dropping Flora's tits, he grabbed her head and pulled it into his lap, shoving up at the same time. She gagged and choked and tried to pull her head away, but he held her almost all the way down.
"Fuck her now, Moneymaker!" Clayton grunted. "Let's ram her deep from both ends!"
Flora yanked her head away from Clay ton's cock, letting the fat pole tear her throat inside out as it retreated. She'd forced his hands away from her head so frantically she scratched him with her nails. Reaching back, she caught the familiar feel of Dude's girth around the base and brought it roughly up between her asscheeks. Dude felt her rub the head around until it pressed against her rectum.
"Fuck me in the cunt, you horse-dicked bastard!" Flora almost spat at Clayton.
Clayton resisted the urge to shake his head back and forth in near-disbelief. Instead, he smiled and spoke softly:
"Shove your husband's dick up your ass first."
'That's just what I'm doing!" Flora smiled back, her lips drawn in a tight, ugly line over her perfect teeth. "Ugh! He's starting to go in!" Dude's breathing became heavier. "He-ugh -he's in past the muscle now. Ohhhhh-oh, my god! He's going up! He's tearing me! Ahhh!"
Flora fell over backward, forcing Dude into a supine position under her, his cock still sliding into her tight rectal tunnel. It the first time in their marriage that she had actually asked for it this way!
Clayton looked down at her pussy agape, the rich auburn-colored cunt-hairs stretched back and the pink meat inside open with lust. He slipped his trousers around his ankles and eased himself down, off the sofa, onto the soft, creamy saddle of her spread thighs.
"Ungh! Gah!" Flora still panted as she felt Dude's cock sink to the very bottom of her bowels. Her hand shot out and she began to guide Clayton into her cunt, pushing the giant head between her stretched vagina lips. "NOW! RAM ME, YOU PRICK! BOTH OF YOU FUCK THE LIVING HELL OUT OF ME!"
Clayton could feel her hole starting to pull him. It clutched him as fiercely as her mouth had. Once the head was lined up and ready to go he didn't waste any time. With one brutal shove he buried himself, feeling his cock pressed tightly against Dude's in the other channel.
Flora opened her mouth as though to scream, but no sound came out. After she regained her breath enough to speak, she gasped out a few words, hammering her fists against Clayton's muscular chest at the same time.
"YOU'RE TEARING ME APART WITH YOUR BIG COCKS! YOU'RE KILLING ME, YOU DIRTY PRICKS! I'LL GET EVEN! AGH!"
Clayton and Dude pulled her onto the floor, each facing her from a different side, and started to tear in and out of her two holes with the fury of madmen.
Rose, Cal and Alicia had been trying not to make too much noise. After a while, Rose heard loud voices downstairs and decided her parents were having one of their wild, weekend parties. She wondered for a moment if that wonderful Mr. Clayton was still in the house. She would have liked to see him again before he left. At the moment, though, her thoughts were preoccupied with feelings of anger and disappointment. Cal and Alicia had separated, but they were still stretched out nude in front of her. By the time Cal's cock slipped out of Alicia's cunt, it was soft and getting softer by the second!
"Well!" Rose said after a while. "Best girl friend and boy friend!"
"Oh, come on, Rose," Cal said. "I came here to see you, and Alicia, she was here, and-"
"And when you're with another girl, you just can't leave your hands to yourself, can you?" Rose said. She hadn't even been aware of her own nudity, although Cal and Alicia were giving her the eye. Suddenly, she looked down, grabbed a robe from her closet and slipped it on.
"Don't be so tight-assed, Rose," Alicia said. "I was letting Cal give my snatch a reaming out. He said you wouldn't let him in you, so I thought I'd keep him in practice until you were ready to dish out some hair pie yourself!"
"Really, that's true," Cal said. "Honest, Rose, it's only that Alicia here said I could fuck her-"
Rose's eyes sparkled suddenly. "Really? Let me see you do it!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Flora's double-fuck at the hands of Zip and Stacy, she realized, had only been a primer to what Dude and Brad Clayton were doing to her! Their cocks filled her so completely she felt like a tree stump had been forced inside! Dude's cock caused her the most agony at first, although she felt she might have handled it better if Clayton's mammoth rod weren't so completely stuffing her front entrance.
"Nooooo-I-this is a mistake," Flora said, unable to form her words clearly, and panting loudly. "I really can't-no matter how much I want-oh! Oh, please! No! No!"
Clayton hadn't fucked so much voluptuousness in ages! He was used to smaller bodies-tighter, more slender, younger-he found an occasional change delightful, and Flora Moneymaker was a delightful change indeed! He cupped her large breasts in his hands and gave her an unsympathetic smile while he plowed his huge rod in and out, oblivious to Dude's strokes. Each man seemed to be going after his own, and Flora was trapped in the middle. She'd asked for it, she realized, but once more she pleaded with them, trying to make them realize a mistake had been made.
"I-I-can't take this!! ! " Flora continued, her voice growing suddenly weak.
Dude was angry. Angry with Gayton. Angry with Flora for getting on her knees and sucking the man in front of him. He didn't care at the moment if he tore her asshole to hell and back. Grabbing his wife's left leg and pulling it straight up, he put Flora in a position where they could both fuck her into oblivion.
"You should'a thought of that before!" Dude growled, hammering her asshole as hard as Clayton hammered her cunt. "Ain't nobody gonna stop what they're doing until some nuts start popping!"
"Ongh!" Flora grunted breathlessly. They had started to hammer her in unison, like the twins had done before she encouraged their one-at-a-time movements. She reached down and managed to place the flats of her palms against Clayton's driving hips. At the same time she shoved back, burying Dude as far into her rectal passage as he'd go and holding him there for a moment. Clay ton's cock slid almost all the way out of her pussy.
"Please!" Flora groaned. "One at a time!"
Slowly, she let Dude slide out of her back passage, moving her hips forward and sinking her soft cunt over Clayton's pig splitter. Immediately the agony in her crotch was replaced by the heat she'd felt when she suggested the double-fuck moments before. To make sure they continued to pack her in alternate thrusts, she moved her pelvis back and forth, very slowly at first but then faster, hoping they didn't become impatient and take matters into their own hands again.
Clayton suddenly realized that this was what Flora's twin sons, Zip and Stacy, had been doing to her. And they'd tied her up, yet! He wondered also if little Rose had been subjected to this sort of treatment that night. She'd mentioned something about getting it in the rear as well as in the front, but she hadn't said if the two had happened at the same time. The thought of the small girl getting double-fucked by her brothers, if indeed it had happened, angered him. He started driving Flora with more force, trying to let her know through his cock what he thought of her as a mother.
"UNGH!" Flora groaned. Although she had still managed to keep the two cocks alternating, Clayton's drives were getting harder and heavier. He was knocking the breath out of her body with each inward slam.
"Oh, my god!" Flora moaned, closing her eyes. With her leg held high, the way the twins had held her for the same fucking, she was helpless, at the mercy of the hammering fury of the two poles. She moaned even harder when she felt her orgasm beginning to churn and rumble and build pressure inside her womb. She knew that every fraction of an inch within her was being filled and stretched. If she could survive this, she decided, she could survive anything!
Dude began to pant heavily. Clayton's cock in front was making this the tightest rump-ride he'd ever given Flora! The liquor he'd been drinking was making his head hammer, and his heart pumped so fast he could only concentrate now on getting his rocks off.
"Oww! Oww! Oww!" Dude started chanting over and over. Gayton knew from the way Dude's cock pounded on the other side of the thin membrane separating them that Dude was getting in his short strokes. He wondered what Flora's asshole looked like now, being battered and rammed so savagely. He wondered if he'd give the two of them what they wanted-at the price of their daughter. At the moment he wasn't sure. He was amused to see them in front of him-Flora facing him and Dude behind-performing like animals on demand. Greed, he decided, was a peculiar thing. He'd always had so much money he'd never had to stoop to this sort of thing.
If they'd only wanted things for themselves-but to throw Rose and her little girl friend into the bargain-
Flora suddenly began to howl like a coyote. It was an eerie sound, Clayton thought. Not human, quite. Her breasts pressed into his blazer jacket (he wished he'd taken it off!) and she threw her arms around his neck. When she lifted her face to his, it was lined with excruciating desire. Her forehead was bathed in sweat and little red blotches of heat broke out here and there on her pale skin.
"Eeeeaaaay!" Flora cried, burying her face in Clay ton's shoulder. "I-I-ohhh, fuck me! Harder, damn it! Both of you! HARDER!"
Clayton reached around, squeezing his left hand under her hips and dug his fingers into her tender buttocks. He spread them as wide as he could and her cries increased in volume.
"YOU DIRTY BASTARDS!" Flora screamed. "GET ME THERE NOW! GET ME THERE! IT'S ALMOST-AAAAAAHHHHH!"
Her pussy began to clutch Clayton wildly. Both men broke their strokes and started to hammer without reason. Flora lost control of the alternate movements she'd tried so hard to establish. They were tearing into her now the way they wanted to, as Zip and Stacy had done towards the approach of their orgasms. She clutched at Dude's cock, then at Clayton's. It didn't matter to her from which end she stimulated and was massaged in return. Both men were bringing her off at a rapid rate, and she lost count of their thrusts. It started to merge into one wild, senseless, humping whirlpool.
There was a bellow in the room, all at once, that might have wakened the dead. Dude's head flew back and Clayton could see the other man across Flora's soft shoulder.
"There it is, slut!" Dude said in a strangled voice.
"Ah! Ah! AH!" Flora cried in return, feeling the hot semen flood her bowels. Her cunt felt like an electric vibrator around Clayton's cock, and he knew she was having a massive orgasm with her husband. He stopped his thrusts, letting his cock stay buried all the way while he watched and felt the other two ride out their storm.
When everything seemed to be over, temporarily at least, Clayton pulled his massive wet rod of Flora's cunt and let it plop heavily down on one of his hairy thighs.
"Did you come yet?" Flora asked him in a choked, strained voice.
Clayton moved away from her. Dude's cock was still in her ass, spurting out the last heavy drops of his seed.
"No. Not yet," Clayton answered.
"What's wrong?" Flora asked, panting.
"I still want to fuck your daughter!" Clayton answered, with as much authority as he ever used.
"Let me see you do it!" Rose repeated. Cal and Alicia seemed surprised by her request.
"Go ahead," Rose said, sitting on the bed next to them and looking at their nude bodies with curiosity. "I've never seen it. I mean, I'd really like to watch!"
"Rose," Cal said, "you're a virgin. You don't even know what you're talking about."
"Yes, I do!" Rose said, almost defiantly. "I do after tonight anyway! Let me see you put it in her, Cal!"
Cal and Alicia thought Rose was acting a little strange.
"What if somebody comes?" Cal asked finally.
"Mom and Dad are downstairs. They won't hear us!"
Cal decided something had definitely happened to Rose since he saw her earlier. Her sudden anger at seeing him and Alicia in bed together vanished almost as fast as it appeared.
"Awww, come on, Rose-" Cal said, still intimidated.
Rose reached across Alicia's body and grabbed his soft cock. She milked it up and down for several strokes and noticed that while it wasn't exactly hard, it wasn't exactly soft either. He lay back, surprised, and let her play with him. When she cupped his balls and started squeezing and massaging them, he grabbed her hand and held it still.
"Jeez, Rose," Cal said, "what's happened to you?"
"Never mind. A lot. Go ahead, Cal, and do it!"
"Don't I have anything to say about it?" Alicia asked, reaching for the drink she'd put on the floor and taking a swig.
"Oh-I'm sorry, Alicia," Rose said.
"That's okay, Rose. Okay, Cal, you want to give your girl a show? Go ahead and ball me again, if you can!"
Cal had shot two big loads that night, but he knew he had just warmed up. There'd be no problem that way. He'd felt self-conscious by the idea of doing it in front of Rose, with another chick. But now that Rose seemed so interested, was actually helping along by playing with his goodies, he shrugged his shoulders.
"Okay, Rose," Cal said. "Do you mind if Alicia gets me wet with her mouth? Like you did earlier tonight?"
"Don't be silly," Rose replied. "I've found out that you have to do that, or it won't go in properly-"
Cal's and Alicia's eyes shot wide open.
"Rose!" Alicia said. "What the hell have you been up to?"
"Never mind that," Rose said. "I'm not your innocent little friend anymore, Alicia. I've seen and done a lot of things tonight-things you wouldn't believe!"
"Now wait a minute," Cal said. "What we did behind the church-there wasn't anything too much to that!"
"Oh, don't be silly, Cal" Rose said. "I'm not talking about us licking and sucking each other-"
Alicia's mouth fell open in surprise.
"But I haven't had a chance to see anybody else do it!" Rose continued. She was suddenly on fire with the idea of watching Cal fuck another girl. Perhaps it was the first indication that she was losing interest in Cal romantically. She didn't understand that, though. And she couldn't have known at this point that when she did watch Alicia get fucked, it wouldn't be by Cal.
Rose didn't know, either, that in just a moment she would see Cal on a social basis for the last time in her life. She reached down between the folds of her robe. Alicia squirmed around on the bed and put Cal's now-erect cock in her mouth. The boy shoved his hips forward once, letting her take him all the way down her throat. When his thick shaft emerged from her mouth, it was dripping with spit and ready for action.
Cal climbed up over Alicia and the dark-haired girl instantly spread her thighs and brought her knees up from the mattress. He slid the dripping wet head of his cock to her open, waiting pussy lips.
"This time you can cum inside," Alicia whispered, smiling.
Then there was a loud pounding on the bedroom door. Rose recognized her father's knock. Cal was dragging on his jeans by the time Rose had a chance to speak.
"Who is it?"
By the time Dude's voice was heard, Cal had climbed out the window noiselessly and disappeared into the night.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Come on out," Dude said. "Somebody out here I want you to meet!"
Not another one! Rose thought.
"Who do you want me to meet, Daddy?" Rose asked. Alicia crept off the bed and stood beside the door, hoping to be hidden if anybody walked into the room.
"Come on out, Rose," Dude repeated.
"Come on, honey," Flora's voice joined in. "There's someone really nice out here your Daddy and I want you to meet."
Rose wasn't surprised when the door opened and she saw Mr. Clayton standing there, between Mom and Dad. Anyone her parents knew that was nice, she realized, had to be Mr. Gay ton! Her robe was pulled tightly around her when she stepped into the hallway. She saw at once that Brad Clayton pretended he was meeting her for the first time. He even gave her a little wink, and she played along with it.
"How do you do," Rose said to Clayton.
"You remember Mr. Clayton, my boss, don't you, Rose?" Dude asked. "I guess maybe you've seen him at work-"
"Oh, yes," Rose replied.
"Well, he came all the way over here tonight to talk to you about something," Flora added.
'That's right, honey," Dude said. "And we want you to talk to him right now. And we want you to be real friendly and nice to him, too. You hear, now?"
"Yes, Daddy," Rose replied.
Dude looked into the room. The bed seemed empty. He wondered where Alicia had gotten off to, then he noticed the open window and decided Rose's little friend had left that way when she heard the voices in the hall. He wondered what had scared her off. Just as well Clayton wanted Rose, he thought. Alicia wouldn't have been available anyway-
"Well," Dude said, grabbing Flora's arm and retreating, "your Ma and me will be downstairs if anybody wants us." He moved away. Rose thought her parents looked rather sloppy, what with Flora in her thin wrap and Dude in just his pajama bottoms. She noticed once again how beautifully dressed Mr. Clayton was. Her legs immediately grew a little weak and she felt a delightful tingle start up in her loins, just the way it had started when Cal was about to slip it into
Alicia-
When Flora and Dude were out of sight, going down the stairs, Clayton gave Rose a big smile.
"That Spanish girl in there with you?" he asked.
"Yes," Rose answered.
"Let's go!" He led her back into her room and the first thing he saw was Alicia cringing behind the door, completely nude. His eyes covered her body from head to toe in seconds.
"Hey!" Alicia said, covering her breasts, "You're the dude I saw earlier, aren't you?"
Clayton laughed. Both girls noticed how white and even his teeth were. Now that they were standing in the light, Rose could see that his eyes were very blue, which she thought looked handsome on a man with black hair.
"You always run around naked?" Clayton asked Alicia.
"I'm spending the night," Alicia replied, "and Rose's pajamas don't fit me."
No, they wouldn't, Clayton thought. Alicia was a couple of inches shorter than Rose, and heavier. But he thought her little girl plumpness was adorable.
"Well, don't be bashful on account of me," Brad Clayton said, slipping out of his jacket and laying it across the back of a chair. "I'll help you strip down, too, if you want me to."
"Oh, yes!" Rose said, sitting on the bed and staring at him.
"Wait a minute-" Alicia said. "What's going on here? I don't even know who you are!"
'This is Mr. Clayton, Daddy's boss," Rose said. "Don't you remember seeing him when we used to go to the supply store?"
Alicia's eyes showed sudden recognition.
"Brad Clayton?" Alicia asked. "The richest man in town?"
Clayton laughed again.
Alicia dropped her hands from her breasts. She stood without shame or embarrassment in front of him. By this time he had started unbuttoning his shirt.
"I still don't know what's going on," Alicia said.
"Well, it's very simple," Clayton replied, yanking off his shirt and displaying a muscular build and hairy chest. "I've come up here to fuck Rose. You can watch if you want to." He was amused by the expressions of surprise on the girls' faces.
"Dude Moneymaker brought you up here to fuck his daughter?" Alicia asked.
Rose laughed this time, although she didn't know exactly why.
"Did Daddy say you could-could-" Rose started to ask.
"Fuck you?" Clayton said, matter-of-factly while he began to remove his trousers. "Yes, Rose. Your Daddy said if I made it worth his while, he'd let me fuck you."
"Whew!" Alicia said, jumping onto the bed beside Rose. "I thought those things only went on in my house!"
Clayton's eyebrows arched quizzically.
"What goes on in your house?" he asked Alicia.
"Oh, Dad fucks me, my brothers fuck me, friends of the family fuck me-sometimes for money, sometimes for fun. I don't really give a shit which it is."
Clayton was no more surprised by Alicia's words than Rose was. She knew Alicia's family had a very open-minded attitude about sex, but she'd never dreamed it had gone so far.
Gayton stood in just his shorts, and the girls gave him an appreciative once-over.
"Oh, Alicia, isn't he handsome!" Rose said.
"Hmmm," Alicia agreed, squeezing her thighs together. "Yeah. Hey, Mr. Clayton, I don't think my Pop would mind if you wanted to park your shoes under my bed some night."
Clayton could tell that his nudity was turning both girls on. He was used to it. When he did manage to score with girls the age of Rose and Alicia, he always found them very responsive to his physical appeal. Just as older women were. Watching the two of them stare openly now at his bulging crotch, he felt his cock being to stiffen.
"Why don't we all get naked," Clayton said. 'Then I won't feel selfconscious."
Rose and Alicia giggled and Rose slipped out of her robe. Mr. Clayton had already seen her naked that night, although the other bedroom had been dark. Exposing herself to him in the light wasn't too much different, she thought, especially since he was doing the same.
Alicia could tell by Rose's smiling cooperation that her friend liked this man. Rose lay back and the two of them were side by side, on display. Brad Clayton reached down and gave his bulge a squeeze.
"Now," Clayton said, "since the two of you have shown me your beautiful little bodies, why don't you both finish stripping me?"
Rose's heart pounded! The thought of this wonderful man being as naked as she and Alicia excited her terribly! He was the only full-grown man besides Dude who ever took his clothes off in front of her. She wondered if all the men she'd seen in bathing suits would look so much more wonderful in the soft light of a bedroom lamp.
Rose sank to her knees on the floor and Alicia leaned over close for a better look.
Clayton smiled down at Rose.
"Just pull them all the way down, dear." he said in his soft, friendly voice.
Rose, grabbed the elastic waistband of his jockey shorts and tugged. There seemed to be a little trouble working the material over the bulge, but suddenly Clayton's erecting cock sprang free and bobbed out so far in front it almost slapped Rose in the face.
"Santa Maria!" Alicia gasped. "It's a twelve-incher!"
"Almost," Clayton said, winking at Alicia.
"Holy fuck!" Alicia gasped again. "It's better than a dildo ! "
Clayton laughed. Rose was still on her knees, staring at his thick club with open amazement. She had never dreamed men grew them this size. After Dude had fucked her that night, she thought she'd seen the biggest rod in the world. But Mr. Clayton made her father seem almost puny by comparison.
"Would you two like to play with it for a while?" Clayton asked, stepping around Rose. Alicia moved over and gave him room to lie back on the bed.
"Oh, yes!" Rose exclaimed.
"You bet, man," Alicia added.
By the time he was settled on the mattress, his cock was standing straight up, jerking with excitement. The girls were on each side of him instantly, staring at the pole the way they'd look at an all-week lollipop.
"Why don't both of you kiss it from top to bottom, at the same time?" Clayton asked. Again, they giggled. Alicia grabbed the thick base which her hand did not quite manage to circle, and she slicked out her tongue, letting it trail wetly across the enormous, circumcised head. The cock throbbed in her hand. Rose moved in on the other side, and started to lick all the way down the side nearest her, from top to bottom. She noticed how the thick, bulging veins felt soft and nice to her tongue.
"Ahhh, shit!" Clayton moaned softly, closing his eyes. In a moment both girls were licking his rod up and down. He felt a few drops of pre-seminal fluid run from the tip and a tongue was there, lapping them up. He opened his eyes and saw it was Alicia's.
"Hmmmm-tastes good!" Alicia said. "Do you think both of you could turn around so I can play with your pretty little pussies while you lick me?" Clayton asked.
The girls turned so fast they made the bed bounce. He slid his arms under their rumps and brought their crotches on to each side of his chest. By turning his head to the right, he was able to reach Rose's cunt with his mouth. When he turned to the left, Alicia's hairy cunt was just under his nose. It had been ages since he'd been in bed with two thirteen-year-olds at the same time, and he tried not to concentrate on the tonguing they were giving him, for fear he'd blast off prematurely.
"Oh, you both smell and taste so good!"
Clayton sighed, giving first one, then the other of the young pussies a quick, hot kiss.
Alicia started forcing the giant cockhead into her mouth. As used as her lips were to stretching for this sort of thing, she couldn't manage to go past the crown.
Rose nibbled down the thick cord of the underside, all the way to his furry, fat balls. His thighs spread instinctively, and she held the heavy sac in her hands, kissing first one nut then the other.
"Hmmm, yes!" Clayton mumbled, yanking Rose's pussy into his face. "Make 'em wet, dear!"
Rose felt the familiar tongue licking so delicately, she squirmed without knowing why. This man produced tingles in her like her brothers hadn't been able to do. Even Cal's mouth wasn't as talented and knowing, and Dude's rough-bearded cunt lapping had been painful by comparison.
Gayton took turns, diving to Alicia's box, then back to Rose's. He used plenty of spit on the erect young clits, turning them to melted butter. When he speared his tongue into Alicia's hole, she straddled his face with her thighs and sat down, forcing Rose out of the way.
"Ungh!" Alicia grunted, rubbing her crotch all over Clayton's mouth. "Owww, eat it, man! It's hot enough to get fucked!"
Rose couldn't believe her ears! Surely Alicia wouldn't be able to take something this size inside!
Clayton pushed Alicia off him. She had made the head of his cock slimy with spit, and her hairy pussy was as open as it could be for a girl her age.
"You wanna try it?" he asked, shoving Alicia onto her back.
"Shit, yeah!" Alicia said, drawing her thighs back the way she'd done only minutes before for Cal. Rose scooted down to the foot of the bed, on her stomach. When Clayton crawled up over Alicia's body, she nudged his thigh.
"Hold your legs open so I can watch!" Rose whispered loudly.
Gayton chuckled. He knew her lovely little face was right down there where he was about to start fucking, burning with curiosity and passion. He let Alicia guide his cock to her pussy and line it up.
"Do you think you'll have to scream when I go in?" he asked. "If you do have to, let me hold your face against my chest. We can't make too much noise!"
Alicia's eyes were suddenly alarmed. She could tell already that this would be different from anything she'd ever experienced.
"I'll try not to scream," Alicia whispered back to Clayton. He'd asked her in such a nice, understanding way, she knew she'd try as hard as she could to be quiet.
Gayton shoved. Rose saw his muscular buttocks flex, looking as hard as stones. She saw the enormous head of his cock force itself between the petals of Alicia's hairy vagina. It looked like a baby's arm going in.
"GAAAGH!" Alicia gasped, pressing her face into his shoulder.
He shoved again.
This time Rose saw several inches of the incredibly thick shaft sink inward. Alicia's hands flew around Gayton's waist, and her nails dug sharply into his flesh. Rose was afraid Alicia would scratch him until he bled, so she pried Alicia's fingers away from the skin. Clayton shoved again and a muffled, strangled sound filled the little bedroom.
"Ohhhh, shit!" Gayton sighed. It wasn't as though he'd never felt a pussy so tight. He'd felt plenty of them. But each time he realized he was experiencing the most pleasure he could achieve. His head reeled and his heart hammered.
With another agonized cry from Alicia, Rose saw the cock finally sink to the hilt. Gayton put his arms under Alicia's knees and lifted her plump legs back, forcing her black-haired pussy higher. He crawled up another few inches and mashed his weight down, sinking to places he'd been sure he wouldn't reach. The tightness of her cunt almost cut off his circulation. Panting, he held himself still for a moment, giving him and Alicia time to get used to the stretching.
Rose thought he looked very beautiful from the back, like pictures she'd seen of naked men in muscle magazines at the drug store. She ran her small hands lightly over his thighs, then down to his heavy ball sac. Each egg had separated and drawn up tight and shiny in the lamplight. She leaned down and kissed his balls from the rear, feeling them jump beneath her lips.
Clayton groaned. His buttocks flexed again, but he continued to lie still until some response from Alicia's loins would tell him it was all right to start working himself back out and in.
Rose kissed and licked the balls wetly. Then she lifted them with her fingers and saw an inch of his cock just underneath, the very base of the thick cord. Instinctively, her mouth moved to it. She could taste Alicia's cunt, too, and knew that both of them would be able to feel what she was doing.
The touch of Rose's lips sent a shock through Alicia's body. A burning fire suddenly exploded in her womb, and she realized that after all, the size of Mr. Clayton's cock wouldn't kill her! She tested the thickness by giving a squeeze with her cunt muscles and discovered they still worked.
"Ohhh!" Clayton moaned, pulling out very slowly. At first he seemed stuck. Alicia was holding him inside, exercising reflex muscles she didn't know she had. Rose held her tongue on the thick shaft and licked it inch by inch as it withdrew from the steaming young vagina. It tasted a little sticky and sweet, and the flavor excited her terribly! She reached between her legs and felt her own pussy, tense and throbbing and wet, and wondered if it could stretch the way Alicia's had. When the cock slid back in she continued to hold her mouth on it until once more the fat nuts forced her away.
Alicia began to shudder violently. Mr. Clayton was fucking her as slowly as Cal had, and she felt her approaching orgasm galloping past at a much faster speed. Once more her nails dug into his back, but nobody stopped her now from digging into the muscular flesh.
Rose moved her mouth over his buttocks. When he withdrew his cock again, the asscrack spread open under her tongue and she found herself licking straight down to his hole. It was puckered and when she touched it with the tip of her tongue it seemed to grab and close, nipping her.
"GAAA-DAMN!" Clayton panted. "Come up here and let me eat you!"
Rose knew the instructions were for her. She quickly scampered up to the top of the bed. She stood directly over Alicia's face, straddling her friend, and Clayton pulled her buttocks forward until his face was buried in her silky red pubic hair. Immediately the feel of his tongue had her pelvis squirming. No mouth on her private places, she knew, would ever feel as good as his. Bringing this man to the house, she decided, was one of the few really nice things her father had ever done for her!
"Lick it! Lick it!" Rose whimpered, running her fingers through his crisp black hair and holding his head for balance.
His hips began to raise and lower, increasing in tempo. Alicia looked straight up and watched him eat Rose out for a moment, then the hammering of his cock forced her face to jerk from side to side, repeatedly. She could feel his already massive rod swelling to a new thickness. And a wave was rising so high in her loins she was afraid it would crash down and drown the three of them.
"Hm! Hm! Hm! Hm!" Clayton gasped in a muffled voice. He forced his tongue so far into Rose's pussy he almost lifted the standing girl into the air. She jerked his hair with her fingers, clutching frantically to keep from falling over backward.
Clayton's hips started to hammer fast. Rose could see his cock going in and out when she looked down. He seemed to be stretching Alicia's pussy inside out, but Alicia didn't protest. If she hadn't heard her friend's groans of pleasure increasing in volume, Rose would have sworn
Alicia was being murdered on the spot.
The sight was too much! Rose felt her midsection giving way and, not even realizing that a sharp cry had come from her throat, she sank heavily down on his sucking mouth and began to weep with the almost frightening impact of her climax.
"EEEAAAYYY!" Rose moaned, sobbing.
Then Alicia cried out loudly and Clayton could do nothing more than clap his hand over her mouth. At the same time his eyes closed and Rose heard and felt his muffled grunts coming up through her crotch. She looked down again. As stretched as he had made Alicia's pussy, the tight tunnel wouldn't hold his sperm. It was running back out in several directions, even onto Alicia's stomach.
Slowly, the three of them came to a shuddering halt, and the room was once more quiet except for their heavy breathing and heartbeats.
Rose finally drew away from him and sat down on the bed, with her legs drawn seductively up. She smiled sweetly at Clayton, and spoke:
"NOW ME!"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Flora and Dude heard many of the cries and gasps coming from upstairs. Dude had opened another bottle of bourbon and they sat facing each other in the living room, drinking and, for the most part, not speaking. Finally, Dude reached down and squeezed the crotch of his pajamas.
"Sounds like they're havin' a ball up there," he said.
Flora wondered, a little drunkenly, how Rose was managing to take what surely must be the biggest cock in the East. She didn't think Rose had lost her virginity until tonight, if indeed she already had. If Clayton's cock was the first, they might have to call an ambulance.
"Let him have the biggest ball of his life," Flora said. "Hell pay for it!" She held out her glass for a refill.
"Rose must be gettin' it good," Dude said, taking her glass and heading back for the kitchen. "She's doin' enough yellin' for two!"
"She'd just better show him a good time, that's all I got to say," Flora replied. "And I hope she doesn't wake the boys."
In Rose's bedroom, Clayton suggested he lie on his back.
Alicia saw that the suggestion was wise.
'That's the best way to bust a cherry, Rose," Alicia said. "Sit on it and ram it in!"
"Alicia," Rose replied rather peevishly, "I am not a virgin!"
"You're not?"
"No. I tried to tell you-"
Clayton didn't give her a chance to continue. He almost lifted her small body over his until her knees dropped down on each side of his waist. It was a new position for her, but she thought it was a sensible one. If there was a chance of getting Mr. Clayton's big cock all the way inside, she would probably have to be in control.
"Alicia," Clayton said, "get down there and make me hard again, will you? Then make sure everything's ready."
Clayton pulled Rose down and brought her mouth to his. His lips nibbled delicately at hers for a moment and he was surprised to find her tongue slipping out to meet his own and searching inside his mouth. He wondered whether anyone had taught her to kiss so expertly, or whether she simply had natural talent. He felt Alicia's face between his legs, kissing the base of his cock and taking wet little excursions down to his nuts. A finger probed into the crack of his ass and banged his rectal opening, then a mouth came down over his cockhead. Rose's lovely, firm breasts were pressed into his chest, her girl perfume was everywhere. He felt himself floating into space.
"Doesn't take you long to get it back up, does it?" Alicia asked, when she pulled her mouth off him. Clayton and Rose laughed.
'Think it'll go in?" Clayton asked.
"Hmmm," Alicia said from between his legs. "It looks pretty small!"
"Wet it with your mouth," he suggested. Rose giggled.
"Eat another chick?" Alicia asked. "Well, at least it's something I never tried-"
Rose felt her friend's mouth on her and she almost cried out. She didn't think Alicia would really do what Mr. Clayton had suggested. As usual, she underestimated her friend. Alicia's tongue started licking wetly back and forth and she felt hands on her buttocks, pushing them higher.
"Lift up," Alicia said. "I don't wanna break my neck!"
Rose raised her rump in the air and she and Clayton continued to kiss while Alicia lapped wetly for a moment, until everything seemed to be ready to go. Rose knew she was as open as she could possibly get. The anticipation of trying on such a huge dick had her pussy on fire, and her friend's mouth was turning the whole thing into a cauldron of boiling oil.
Then Rose felt Alicia line up Mr. Clayton's cockhead and ram it forcibly into position. She could tell he was completely hard again. She was sure her ass was a foot higher than his hips, and yet the stiff prick was already lodged tightly at the gates. Once more she was reminded of the size. She reached down and felt the thickness of the shaft, feeling Alicia's hand below, also holding it.
"Oh, God!" Rose murmured, tearing her mouth away from his. "I don't know-"
Clayton placed his hands on her hips. Alicia could see what was going to happen. It was the same thing Dude Moneymaker had done to her, the same thing her father and brothers had done in the beginning stages of their sessions together. A cold chill went through her for Rose's sake.
"Don't worry, dear," Clayton said in his most gentle tone. "You want to make me happy, don't you?"
"Oh, yes!" Rose almost shouted. She wanted nothing more on earth than to show this man how much she liked him! Her face slid into the hollow of his shoulder and she waited. His fingers pressed tightly into her hips and her breathing started to come in frightened little gasps. Then he yanked her down. The cock started to slide into her and she made a movement to pull away.
"Rest a minute, dear," Clayton said. "But don't pull off!"
Rose sobbed audibly, but she kept her face buried against him. She knew now what Alicia had felt. She wondered if Alicia's pussy had stretched so far, so inhumanly, if it had felt like it would tear apart!
"Oh! Oh!" Rose sobbed.
Clayton gave another yank. Alicia was positioned between his legs, like Rose had been a short while before. She, too, had never seen another chick get plowed, and she had to admit the sight was more spectacular than she'd ever dreamed it would be! Rose's cunt lips, hair and all, had practically disappeared. Clayton would turn her inside out if he wasn't careful!
Rose was quiet when several more inches slid into her. She had tried to scream but found the breath knocked completely from her body. Mr. Clayton's former gentleness was fading away, and a much more violent side of his nature was emerging. She realized he had the power to hurt her just as her father and the twins had. Her faith in him was starting to ebb and her tears became a mixture of pain and disappointment. Then his arms wrapped themselves around her body and he held her close and lovingly to him.
"You make me feel so wonderful," he whispered in her ear.
She recognized the scent of his expensive men's cologne once more. For a moment she'd forgotten about it. And there was another aroma about his masculinity that was unlike the other men in the house. A strong, virile, yet clean smell.
Perhaps, Rose thought, I'm just acting like a little girl!
There was no denying the fact that she was still aroused, when she let herself realize it. One delicious climax after another had swept through her, but the one she'd had with Mr. Clayton, in Dude's bedroom, had been the best. Maybe she could still have another, even better one, now. She let her mind think of the way he'd just made her feel, standing over him, his face pushed so firmly between her legs he'd almost knocked her down.
There was no game, no stuffed animal, no new dress, no delicious ice-cream concoction that had ever given her that kind of pleasure.
And for the first time, but certainly not the last, Rose realized that men and women were put on earth to bring each other this kind of happiness, no matter how hard it seemed at times to give it.
"Ahhhhh!" Rose sighed, hiccuping back a sob. He began to sink inside with no help from his hands, and she realized she was coming down on him of her own accord. The cock, still stretching and filling her unmercifully, worked its way in until there was no more left and Rose knew her fears had been foolish. There was probably still room inside for more, she thought, if she just wasn't silly about it.
The fear dissolved from her body, and with it the pain. All that was left now was the wonderful heat and desire and excitement of the moment!
"Owwww! Fuck me now!" Rose whispered.
Alicia's mouth had started to lick his nuts again. Her face moved in closer when the huge eggs began to tighten and pull away from her tongue. Her finger once more played with his rectum, making him feel like ants had invaded his ass.
"You do the fucking, dear," he said to Rose. "Show me how much you like my cock!"
Rose lifted herself, remembering how stretched Alicia's pussy had looked when he pulled out of her. She knew from the feeling she had down there that hers looked the same. When she had pulled most of the tight-packed meat from her tunnel she felt Alicia's thick black hair brush her buttocks.
"Now shove it back in, Rose!" Alicia said. "Hard! It's the best way!"
Rose slammed the cock back into her with a force that surprised all of them. Clayton's mouth shot open and he looked into her eyes.
"Can you take it that hard?" he asked in disbelief.
"I can take it harder!" Rose answered in a growling whisper. "I can take it as hard as you can give it! I love it! Nothing has ever felt so good! I want it harder and harder and-"
She started to pump her pelvis up and down, reversing the position he'd taken with Alicia. She was doing the fucking now, and he lay passively beneath her, feeling her pump his cock to another explosion. There was a wild, abandoned expression on her face and her body had begun to sweat profusely.
"Aaaaagh!" Rose groaned. "Yesss! Fuck me now! Slam it into me! It feels soooo good! Is it all the way in? Can you shove more inside? AHH!"
He held her hips again and bucked his hips up, meeting each of her thrusts, making their bodies slap loudly together with each hammering impact. His ass continually flew into the air and Alicia had trouble keeping her mouth on his balls. She shot her finger farther inside his asshole and heard him grunt and moan. Rose's breath began to sound like it was being forcibly ripped from her lungs.
Alicia looked up from the spit-coated nuts and saw the way Rose sat astride him, like photographs she'd seen of women on horseback, galloping bareback on wild stallions. Only Rose was more like Lady Godiva, with her hair falling over her shoulders and her pointed, firm young breasts bouncing. She watched him hammer his cock with increasing force. They were all sweating, she realized. The room was hot. It was a good thing Cal had left the window open when he climbed out and slid down the drainpipe.
"You-love-my-cock?" Clayton asked, in short, panting breaths.
"Yes!" Rose cried, her voice sounding choked. "YES!"
'THEN FUCK THAT COCK, GODDAMN IT!" he boomed out suddenly, in full volume. "RIDE IT! RIDE IT! MAKE IT SHOOT!"
"EEEAAAYY!" Rose wailed loudly. "KEEP FUCKING ME HARD!"
There was no way she could continue to lick his balls now, Alicia knew. His hips were becoming a blur. She held the slippery testicles in both hands, giving them support and as much added sensation as she could manage.
"TEAR MY CUTTY OFF!" Rose screamed. "TEAR IT OFF!"
She was an animal now, he thought. The most lovely, the most passionate, the most exciting animal in the world! He'd never felt electricity like this with any other woman, regardless of her age. He managed to slide his fingers down and find the wet nub of erect flesh. Her vagina was so stretched he had trouble squeezing it, but even the desperate little nips he was able to provide made her eyes open to twice their normal size.
"OH!" Rose almost choked. "I'M GOING TO COME!"
"Come, then!" he gasped. "Come at the same time! COME WITH ME! UNNNGGH!"
The bed sounded like it was crashing through the floor.
Next door, the twins stirred, rolled over, and continued to sleep. Dude and Flora, downstairs, put their drinks aside and listened.
"HERE IT IS!" Clayton shouted.
"MINE, TOO!" Rose answered.
"Owww, shit, me, too!" Alicia moaned, so softly they didn't hear her. She had worked one of her hands between her thighs and started rubbing it back and forth over her vagina, feeling the stickiness of his and her juices that still oozed from it.
Clayton's voice became a series of tight little gasps, and Rose's cries increased in pitch and volume. Alicia shoved several fingers inside her pussy and ground her crotch around on them while she turned from side to side, scarcely noticing the other two, except for the sight of Mr. Clayton's buttocks clenching and relaxing while his sperm poured into Rose's stuffed tunnel. His nuts were drawn up so tight the sac wrinkled. In a moment his cum began to run back down and out. She was amazed to see that he could still shoot such a big load, after the one he'd deposited in her minutes before. Neither girl knew that he had primed himself earlier with Flora's delicious pussy, and only
Rose knew about his cunt-lapping session in Dude's bedroom.
"They're getting quiet up there now," Flora said in the living room. "I wonder if Rose is all right!"
"You worry too much!" Dude grunted, reaching for his drink and taking a liberal swig. "If Clayton's harmed her in any way, he'll pay us double, that's all!"
Flora seemed satisfied with this decision.
Upstairs, Rose let her body sink heavily down on Clayton's while she recovered from the biggest and most intense orgasm she had had so far tonight. Clayton, too, took a long time to pant out his return to normalcy. Alicia snapped back first, climbing off the bed and reaching for her half-finished drink on the floor.
"What's that?" Clayton asked.
"Bourbon."
He took the glass from her and tasted the amber liquid.
"Cheap shit, too," he said, making a face. "Who gave you a drink, at your age?"
"Dude," Alicia answered.
Slowly, Clayton lifted Rose off him and laid her gently by his side. Her pussy, when his cock slipped out, began to drip cream.
"Get a wet towel and let's clean ourselves up," Clayton said to Alicia. The dark-haired girl disappeared noiselessly out the door, and the sound of the bathroom tap could be heard running. She returned with three towels, dampened, one for each of them.
"Some fucking house, letting little girls drink straight bourbon," Clayton said, sponging his cock and balls.
"Oh, I drink at home, too," said Alicia.
Clayton stared at the two girls for a long time. Rose, barely awake from the shock of the thundering climax, rubbed her towel languidly over her pussy, wiping away all traces of the fierce fuck.
"Listen, you two," Clayton said, sitting up. "Do you both have decent-looking clothes right now-ready to wear tonight, I mean?"
"I wore my best dress over here," Alicia said.
"I have my Sunday outfit," Rose replied.
"Then get dressed," Clayton said, hoisting himself off the bed and reaching for his jockey shorts. "And fix your hair and your faces. I want you both to look presentable."
"Get dressed?" Rose asked, puzzled. "But it's the middle of the night!"
"I know," Clayton said, yanking up his shorts and taking his shirt from the chair. "It's late at night for the rest of this house, but for you two it's just early morning."
Rose and Alicia stared at him questioningly. He seemed determined, though, not to say more than he already had.
"Go on now, get dressed!"
Rose and Alicia looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders and climbed off the bed.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Dude and Flora glanced at the staircase when they heard the footsteps. Flora's mouth shot open first, then her husband's. Brad Clayton, Rose and Alicia Valdez walked into the room, dressed like they were on their way to dinner at a good restaurant.
"What's all this?" Dude asked, standing up rather unsteadily. "You still here, Alicia? I thought you went home!"
"I didn't know she was here!" Flora said angrily. "Where's she been? I told Rose no overnight company unless she asks me first!"
Brad Clayton motioned for the girls to keep silent. He intended to do all the talking, and his speech was short and to the point.
"Rose and Alicia are going home with me," Clayton said to Dude and Flora. "They'll stay with me for as long as it takes to get them registered in a decent girls' school farther north."
"What the fuck you talking about?" Dude asked, his eyes growing narrow and mean.
"Yeah," Flora said, also standing unsteadily. She and her husband were feeling their drinks.
"I'll tell you what I'm talking about, Moneymaker," Clayton replied, his voice just as deep as Dude's, but calm and completely under control. "I'm taking your daughter away from here, and placing her under my custody. Alicia too. Neither of them are living in a decent environment, as far as I'm concerned. Rose told me what you did to her earlier-"
Flora shot Dude an angry look.
"What did you do to her?" Flora screamed at Dude. "If you been in her pants, I'll kill you!"
Gayton smiled at Flora.
"Don't take such a high moral tone, Mrs. Moneymaker. I saw you stretched out with your sons a little earlier."
Flora's angry mouth snapped shut. She was at a loss for words. Dude's eyes flashed in her direction but he didn't say anything.
"Furthermore, Moneymaker," Gayton continued to address Dude, "you and your wife won't do a thing to stop me if you know what's good for you. Rose and Alicia have promised me they'll testify against you in court if they have to, and your interference in this matter will only make things more difficult for you. That goes for Alicia's parents, too."
Rose and Alicia hadn't promised anything of the sort, but they knew they would do anything Mr. Clayton asked them to do.
Clayton started to walk the girls to the front door.
"As far as any financial settlement of promises you asked me to make-which, by the way, I never agreed to-they're out. I see no reason to commit myself beyond promising that Rose will have a good life until she's old enough to marry me. I'll see that Alicia wants for nothing until such time as she finds a suitable husband for herself. If the two of you decide to start acting like decent parents, Rose might find it in her heart to help you out with part of the very generous allowance I'll be sending her while she's in boarding school."
Dude became a bear! His face turned purple with rage and he flew across the room, his fists clenched.
"I'LL KILL YOU WITH MY TWO HANDS, YOU DOUBLE-CROSSING, CHILD-STEALING SON OF A BITCH!"
Clayton dropped Rose's and Alicia's arms and stood his ground. When Dude was within striking distance, his hand shot out and before anybody could see clearly what had happened, Dude was sprawled backward on the floor, his pajamas around his knees, shaking his head. He moved his jaw to see if it was broken, and a trickle of blood appeared on his lips.
"I forgot to tell you, Moneymaker," Clayton said, his voice still clam, "that I was middleweight boxing champion at college for three years. Now I think I'll say good night."
Without another word, Clayton, Rose and Alicia left the house.
Flora took another gulp of her drink and slowly walked over to her husband.
"Pull your pants up," she said. "You look more ridiculous than usual."
"Fuck off," Dude said, rubbing his jaw.
Flora's foot shot out and caught him in the side, making him cry out. Her foot was bare, but the impact of the kick was hard nonetheless.
"You dirty bitch!" Dude howled. "Kick a man when he's down, is that what your game is?"
"Get off that floor and march yourself up to the bedroom!" Flora said, trying hard to keep the rage from her voice. Still, the sound of her words carried weight. Dude knew when his wife was ready to lower the boom. He pulled himself to a standing position, still reeling slightly from the drinks, and yanked his pajamas around his waist. He led the way to the stairs, with her behind him, and made his way to the bedroom. He'd been talked to like a disobedient child, and he realized he was acting like one.
When they were inside the room, Flora somehow found the trousers he'd been wearing earlier and ripped the belt from them. By the time he turned and saw her, she swung the belt and caught him across the chest with a stinging crack.
"OWWWW!" Dude bellowed, falling backward on the bed.
Flora closed in, swinging the belt to the left and right, letting the blows fall where they may while he tried to protect his bare skin with his hands.
"You dumb bastard!" she said finally, letting the belt drop to her side and panting for breath. "You had to make an ass of yourself down there, didn't you?"
"What ya mean, sugar?" Dude asked, genuinely confused.
"He said he was going to marry Rose! Do you know what that'll mean to us in our old age? He'll be our son-in-law! No telling what we can get out of him if we play our cards right!"
Dude's eyes narrowed in an effort to digest her words.
"And he could make plenty of trouble for us, too, what with the things he's seen tonight!"
"And done!" Dude fired back defensively. "Don't you forget what he's done!"
"Shit," Flora said disgustedly. "Who do you think the judge would believe? You think you can shake down a man like that, once he's made up his mind to get what he wants? I'll tell you, Dude, if you don't go to his house tomorrow and apologize to him, I'll walk out on you!"
Dude rubbed his chest, flinching at the red marks the belt made on his chest and arms. He stuck out his lower lip and assumed a sulking expression.
"You always say that when you're mad," Dude said. "And I guess that's just what you would do, since you don't even love me."
Flora strode over and placed the belt on top of the dresser.
"You know that isn't true, Dude," Flora said. "I've always stood by you, haven't I? And I've always taken care of you, too, haven't I?"
"Well," Dude said, "I guess so . . . "
Flora felt sorry for him. She stood by the bed, where he sat staring at the floor, and opened her wrap. Her breasts heaved up and down when she breathed, and he could see the magnificent taper of her hips and thighs from the corner of his vision. Suddenly, Dude grabbed her and pressed his face against her stomach, blubbering.
"You won't leave me, will you, Flora?" he asked pitifully.
Flora sighed loudly and stroked his hair. "I guess not, Dude. Sometimes I feel like I've been rode hard and put up wet, but I guess I know where my duty lies."
"And you won't fuck Zip and Stacy no more?" he asked, still blubbering.
"No. That's over. Just forget about that, honey, and I'll forget what you did to Rose tonight."
"Stacy!" Zip whispered loudly, shaking his brother. "Wake up, Stacy!"
Stacy yawned and rubbed his eyes. "What is it?"
"I hear noises from the big bedroom again! I think there's more pussy fucking going on!"
In seconds Stacy was out of bed and he and his brother, completely nude, crept down the hallway. There was a light on in their parents' room, and the two boys were curious to know if more trouble was brewing. When they'd finally gotten their mother calmed down earlier, they had slept with the assurance that they'd wiggled themselves off the hook.
Cautiously, Zip pushed the door open a crack and, since the hallway was completely dark, they could look in without being seen.
Dude was stretched out on his back and Flora was in the process of climbing up over him. She reached for his cock and started to guide it between her legs, but it seemed to get stuck.
"Wet it, sugar," Dude said. 'Then it'll go in nice and easy!"
"Wet it yourself!" Flora snarled. "What do you think I am, a cocksucker?"
"You sucked Brad Clayton-"
"SHUT UP!"
They were both nude, and a half-empty bourbon bottle sat, with two glasses, on the floor by the bed. Zip nudged his brother and almost giggled.
"Been drinking," Zip whispered.
Dude hawked into the palm of his hand and smeared the head of his cock with spit. When Flora lined it up again with her tingling pussy, it began to slip in as effortlessly as it usually did.
Stacy stared at his mother's buttocks, remembering how nice it had felt to slip his dick between them, to find the hole and force himself inside. Zip knew what Dude must be feeling, with Flora's pussy beginning to close down and grab hotly. Both boys started to get erections, and without the benefit of underwear, they couldn't hide the fact from each other.
Flora began to bob up and down on Dude's cock.
"Get on your back, Flora," Dude said.
"No! I like this position! If I'm gonna be the man of the house, I'm gonna stay on top!"
"Owww, shit, sugar, you'll get me off too quick!"
"You come before I do and I'll take the belt to you again!"
Stacy and Zip could hardly believe their ears! But they noticed for the first time the red marks on their father's arms and chest. Stacy reached around and felt a welt that still festered on his right buttocks, put there by Flora. Her technique with a belt, he knew, was nothing to argue with!
"Now," Flora said, establishing the up-and-down rhythm most to her liking, "let's get down to business!"
Brad Clayton, Rose, and Alicia showered together in the biggest bathroom either of the girls had ever seen. It was luxuriously appointed in brass and marble, with towel warmers and sun lamps and big double sinks and a noiseless toilet, and mirrors and even carpeting! For the fun of it, they took turns going down in the shower and sucking on him, seeing if they could make him erect once more. They giggled, and he chuckled along with them, when they found how easy it was to do.
"Look, girls," Brad said, "I'm not as young as you two! If you keep fucking around with me like this I'll have a heart attack!"
Rose held his thickening rod in her hand. She thought it must weigh two pounds. She pressed it between her legs and let it rest there while he played with her tender young breasts. Then Alicia moved behind him and began to soap his ass. His prick grew to an incredible stiffness and Rose teasingly backed away, under the full force of the shower, to escape being plugged on the spot.
They helped dry each other. Clayton took them to his own bedroom, as expansive as a gymnasium, but just as elegant as the rest of the house. There was a round bed that could have slept a football team. When they snuggled in, under white satin sheets, he held both girls close on either side of him.
"We can play all day tomorrow," he said. "I gave the servants the day off."
Servants! Rose and Alicia thought.
"Do you girls think you'll like going to an expensive school, and meeting nice people, and being invited to parties, and wearing expensive clothes, and having lots of money?" he asked, a little sleepily. "Of course, on the holidays, I'll have you all to myself. That's one of the rules."
"I think that'd be okay," Alicia said. Her body disappeared under the satin top sheet and in a second he felt her warm mouth exploring his cock and balls.
"Owww, shit!" he sighed, pulling Rose to him even closer. "And what about you, dear?"
"Well," Rose said, "that's all right-until we're married, of course. Then I don't think I want to go to school any more. I think I'd like to set my mother up with a restaurant of her own, where she and Dad can make lots and lots of dough. And I guess we could spend a few years traveling all over the world. I know a little Japanese girl. She was an exchange student at school, and she's always writing and asking me if I can come to Tokyo."
"Tokyo?" Clayton asked. "Why, certainly, dear, we can go and visit your little friend in Tokyo. In fact, we can even invite her back here if you like!"
"Ohhhh!" Rose cooed, burying her face in his neck. "It's going to be wonderful, isn't it?"
Clayton wasn't listening now. The combination of his. hard on and Alicia's head made a tent under the sheets a foot and a half high.
"AAAAAH!" Flora cried. She had started to bounce up and down on Dude's cock with the fury of a hurricane. "AH! AH! AH!"
Dude groaned in a drunken, impassioned stupor. Flora's pussy was tearing his dick off by the roots. She wasn't gentle any more. That seemed to come in fits and starts. He remembered how soft and yielding Rose and Alicia had been. But they were gone now, and he'd probably never have another chance with either of them. Flora was boss again, establishing her priority on top, and in a way it was a nice feeling. It made things simpler, to know that all he had to do was let her have her way and she'd always take care of him. His cock was getting close to coming and he closed his eyes and waited for it to happen.
Flora felt much the same as she had with Zip and Stacy, at least at first, when they'd been under her thumb. For just a little while, when they'd tied her up and fucked her in both holes at once, she thought it would be nice to be dominated by a man. But life didn't always work out that way. By and large, she realized, she would always have to be the aggressor. At the moment, she couldn't imagine letting Dude be her master again. He was weak and she was strong. Perhaps that was the way it should be. She continued to pull at his cock with her pussy muscles, thankful at least that he was a physical bull. As long as he could keep it up, she knew she could satisfy both of them.
"Now!" Flora panted. "It's about to happen now!"
"Oh, sugar, me, too!" Dude mumbled. "I'm gonna fill you so fulla cream it'll run out your nose!"
Zip and Stacy were almost afraid their loads would spatter the bare hallway floor. The last time they watched, Dad had been on top, doing most of the shoving. This time their mother was using him. They remembered the intensity of her passion when she was approaching an orgasm.
"NOW!" Flora almost screamed. "NOW, YOU MORON!"
"YEAH!" Dude hollered back. "HERE IT COMES, BABE!"
Flora's lovely skin trembled in the lamplight. She started to shudder and convulse but she maintained her squatting position. Zip and Stacy saw their father's sperm begin to run down his fat pole and soak his nuts while their mother continued to ride the rod in agonized humps. Both their parents seemed to be whimpering in their passion. They watched until the show was completely over, forgetting their own heat for a moment while their attention was absorbed with the sexscape in front of them. Finally, Zip jabbed Stacy in the shoulder and they decided it was time to back to their room.
"I'd sure like to fuck Rose again," Zip said when they were out of their parents' earshot.
They opened her door. The room was empty and dark.
"She ain't home yet?" Stacy asked.
"Guess not," Zip replied.
"I sure wish her friend was spending the night," Stacy said. Zip knew he was talking about Alicia Valdez. "I'll bet she'd be a good lay."
"Yeah," Zip said. "Hey, listen, man, now that we know what our cocks are for, why don't we concentrate on girls our own age? Shit, plenty of the chicks at school have given us the green light."
"Yeah," Stacy agreed. "Why not?"
It seemed, suddenly, that a whole new world was opening up in front of them. They crawled back into their big double bed and got under the covers. Stacy glanced at the little electric alarm clock on the bureau.
It had been four hours since they had first heard noises in their parents' bedroom and had gone to investigate. A long time ago, and they were tired.
