Somewhere, deep inside the glass and brick single-storey structure, a bell rang.
Thirty seconds later, the doors burst open and erupted in a brightly colored stream of laughing, giggling, shouting running, walking and whistling students. They erupted out of the school building with an exuberance that portrayed the day. In a few short weeks, the last bell would send them hurrying outside with quiet relief at release. But on this day, it was exuberance. Because it was the first day of school.
And as happens on the first day of school, beneath the noise and motion there was a furtive, eager type of observation taking place, as each student examined the others for the physical changes made during the intervening summer months. Among the nubile young women, many comments were exchanged: "George got taller, didn't he?"
"Look at Larry! He let his hair grow!"
"Mike got some muscles-didn't he work at a camp?"
"Eddy shouldn't wear such tight shirts-it shows off his flab."
"But look at Big Vic's jeans-wow are they ever... tight!"
Among the boys, the comments were, of course, a bit less effusive. But a great deal less euphemistic.
"Jeez-did you get a load of Kay's tits?"
"Yeah, when I wasn't watching Janet's ass. Man would I like to get my hands on that piece of tail."
"Margarite sure filled out, didn't she?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, sure-does anyone know who that new girl is? What do you say, Vic, the little blonde over there?"
Big Vic grinned that long, slow-moving grin of his, the one that took so long to gain complete possession of his broad, heavy-featured face. He stuck his ham-sized hands into the back pockets of his jeans, drawing the jeans still tighter about his football-heavy thighs. "You mean the one talking to Pam?"
"Yeah, her."
"That's Nickie Darcy, Tod's kid sister."
"Kid sister? Are you out of your skull? If that's a kid sister, then sign me up for the cradle robbing team."
"Line forms to the left," Vic laughed and strode on towards his car.
Nickie was excited about her first day of high school. But not so excited about it that she failed to be aware of the boys' eyes on her. Or of the implications.
Nickie, after all, was standing beside Pamela Parkins. The year before, as a freshman, Pam had become sort of the unofficial sex object and fantasy girl for the boys- and one or two of the girls-in the school. Pam was tall, brunette, leggy, agreeably tempered, prettily featured and had a bustline which earned her nickname Miss Community Chest. And she was known to put out under the right circumstances.
Yet the boys' eyes had gone to Nickie.
For while Nickie was only a freshman herself, while her breasts were pert and firm and thrusting against the material of her sleeveless pullover as compared to the great quivering mounds of flesh jutting out from Pam's ribcage, while her tummy was flat with hours of swimming and bicycle riding and her waist was so slim that a big man could have encircled it with two hands as opposed to the gently curved hint of welcoming fat to Pam's abdomen, while Nickie's hips were so slender that they seemed almost those of a child as compared to Pam's voluptuously swelling promise, while her legs-long for her height-were not as long as Pam's, while her face was fresh and bright and smooth and almost innocent in contrast to Pam's look of perpetual invitation, while her eyes were wide and green where Pam's were dark and sensuously heavy-lidded, while her lower lip had an almost babyish pout to it compared to Pam's moist, almost too-wide slash of a mouth, despite all of these things which overtly should have made Pam the unabashed object of the hungry young men's eyes, their gazes were drawn inexorably to Nickie.
Perhaps it was the bright golden flash of her blonde hair against the richly tanned warmth of her tawny, smooth flesh. Perhaps it was the lithe, easy way of her movements. Perhaps it was her very wonderment and excitement of the first day of high school.
But whatever it was, they looked at her. And they wanted. Oh, how they wanted.
"It's really neat and fine," Nickie said excitedly. "I never expected to be in the same classes as you for three periods."
"We ought to have a ball," Pam answered. She and Nickie had been good friends in elementary school, two years before. Being a year older than Nickie, Pam had gone on to high school a year sooner.
Because neither had a driving license-they were too young-and because they lived almost twenty miles apart, on opposite sides Of the high school, they'd hardly ever had occasion to encounter each other during the intervening year. Thus, they had a great deal to talk about "You sure are eager to get to work," Pam said. "You've changed." There was faint, half-kidding tone of accusation in her voice-as if Nickie, in so doing, had betrayed her.
Nickie's beautiful young face began a gentle self-torture as concern and hurt made themselves apparent "What do you mean?"
"This is what I mean," Pam said, grabbing a sheet of looseleaf paper and pulling it out from between the pages of Nickie's binder. It had writing on it a sure clue to the crime.
"Hey! Give that back!" Nickie said desperately, frantically trying to retrieve the paper from the taller girl's hands.
"Oh, come on, Nickie! Don't turn into a bookworm on me!" Pam's voice carried an urgency, almost a pleading.
"It's not schoolwork!" Nickie yelled.
"Then why won't you let me-" Her eyes fell on the first line of the paper and Pam began to laugh uproariously.
"What's so funny?" Nickie demanded. She was getting angry at her "friend's" laughter.
"Haha-hah-haa! What I Did on My Summer Vacation," she read in a little girl tone. Nickie tapped her foot steaming.
"Pamela, if you're my friend, you won't read anymore-" But Nickie could see from the look of astonishment in her friend's face, in the widening of her eyes and the slackening of her jaw with shock that she had, indeed, read further.
Pam looked up from the paper and met Nickie's eyes. "Is this really what you did on your summer vacation?"
Nickie nodded, speechless. She didn't know about Pam's reputation, didn't know what her friend would think.
Because Nickie's mock-composition was, indeed, true. In every last detail.
"Wow, Nickie, I never thought you had it in you-I mean, I didn't think you had the-you know what I mean."
"You mean you don't think I'm some kind of slut or harlot?" Nickie said.
"Nickie, you and I still have a lot in common," Pam said, putting her arm around the slender young blonde girl's shoulders and leading her towards the bus pick-up. Pam began rereading the composition again, murmuring, "The first X-rated composition ever on this subject" WHAT I DID ON MY SUMMER VACATION by Nickie Darcy This summer, I learned all about myself and the world around me and the people in it. Just before school ended, I spied on my mother while she whacked herself off with a candle. That gave me an idea. I tried it in the tub, with the handle of a scrub brush and busted my cherry. It didn't hurt as much as I expected, and then it felt niiiice.
I watched my brother, Tod, jerking off while he read some magazines he kept under his mattress. "I "borrowed" them to find out what was so hot about them and he caught me with them. Then Tod whacked me off while I jerked him off.
Then Tod and I spied on Mom and Dad getting it on in the basement and while we Dad sure has a big penis!) Tod and I did it, too. It was the first time I ever had a boy's
watcheddick inside me, and it was worth waiting for! I could feel every vein and wrinkle in it
when he pushed it up inside my slot and when he shot inside me, I could feel every single drop of his goo inside me. Boy, it sure felt niiiice, too.
Then I went to stay at Uncle Ernie's in Connecticut Cousin Suzanne made me show her what Tod did for me, and we got it on. Boy, did that feel niiice.
Then Suzanne and I went and spied on her big sister, Lisa, getting it on with these two boys. The next morning, one of the boys came and started getting me turned on in bed. I had the covers up over my head and he thought I was Lisa. He had a bigger penis than Tod and it sure felt niiice.
Then he taught me to suck him off. I like that It really turns me on.
After that Uncle Ernie found me reading in his den. He was drunk. Uncle Ernie put me over the back of this big chair and stuck his dick in me, and at the same time shoved his thumb in my butt That hurt, but then it felt niiice.
Then Suzanne and I watched through a secret window while Uncle Ernie put his big penis all the way up Lisa's ass. From the way she moved, it sure must have felt niiiice.
Then Suzanne told me how her, dad tricks clients into getting it on with her and Lisa while Uncle Ernie and Suzanne's dreamy big brother, Frank, take pictures through the secret window. So Suzanne and I made up a plan.
First part of the plan, was I had to seduce Frank. At first I was a little afraid, because Frank had the longest and thickest penis I'd ever seen. But everything worked out (and in-and out-and in) just fine, and when he finally got the whole thing in me, boy, that sure felt niiice.
Then, while Suzanne entertained a client and Uncle Ernie watched through the secret window and Frank took the pictures, I let Uncle Ernie get me in the little room where he was watching. Then, while Uncle Ernie ate my little cunt (that sure felt niiiice) and stuck his big penis into me (that sure felt niiice, too!) Frank took pictures of Uncle Ernie instead of the client. But we knocked some things over and the client heard the noise and came in to investigate and saw what we were doing-and he joined in. While Uncle Ernie had his big penis in my front, the client stuck his short, stubby penis in my butt. I could feel the two of them scrunched together inside me, especially when they rubbed against each other through that thin little membrane between my butt and my vagina-and boy, did that feel niiice!
The next day, Suzanne and Frank showed Uncle Ernie the pictures and forced him to stop blackmailing people to get their insurance business and start going to a head doctor. Then I came home.
When I got back, I found out that Tod had bought a dildo as a novelty gift for one of the varsity football players. In order to "persuade" Tod to take me to the football team's preseason party, I got him turned on by letting him watch me while I did myself with the dildo. That felt niiice.
We went to the party and Tod and I watched while some of the varsity "initiated" a new cheerleader-and at the same time, Tod fucked me in the ass. That felt very niiice.
At the party, I met this football player who invited me to his house for a private party. When we got there, he and these other three guys fucked me-one right after the other. I could hardly walk, afterwards, that felt so niiice.
After that, Big Vic gave me a lift home from the Casper's Corners swimming hole-and we made it in the front seat of his Jaguar. That felt niiice.
And that's what I did on my summer vacation. I learned all sorts of neat new stuff, and if you're good-looking, teach, maybe we can review them later-in private.
That would sure feel niiice.
Laughing quietly to herself, Pamela handed the paper back to Nickie. "You should turn that in for your first assignment in English class," she said. Nickie wasn't sure Pam's suggestion was totally in jest "No chance," Nickie said. "Miss Crill is the teacher."
"Too bad you got the old fossil. I had Mr. Judson."
"Who?"
Pamela's face became distant and dreamy. "You'll see... "
"Hey, what've you got there, Nickie?" one of the boys asked as he climbed on the bus behind them. He reached for the paper with the composition spoof on it Nickie quickly crumpled it and pushed it far inside her binder-and out of easy reach. She'd given the questioner a quick-but thorough-visual appraisal "You'll never know," she said quietly. Only Pam heard it. The boys couldn't understand why she suddenly burst out in such uproarious laughter without cause. The incredibly obese boy who'd asked the question was especially mystified.
As Pam got off the bus at her stop, Nickie suddenly remembered that she had a date to meet Rod, the lifeguard she'd met while swimming at Casper's Corners.
And she realized that she was late for the date. She had delayed while talking to Pam and had just caught the last bus along her route.
And she had a terrible sinking feeling what she would find when she got home. It was less premonition than expectation. It had happened before, and she wouldn't be surprised if it happened again.
Especially if her mother had been drinking.
Forcing herself to stay calm, Nickie folded her arms over the books in her lap and sat back, mentally urging the driver to hurry! hurry! and get her home before her mother again seduced Nickie's boyfriend.
CHAPTER TWO
Jeanette Darcy held the glass in one hand, swirling the clear liquid and the ice within about in long, slow, subdued revolutions, savoring the distinctive aroma of gin and tonic and lemon twist, watching it, studying it as if within lay the key to her future.
She eased herself off the high kitchen counter stool, her long legs straightening, the exposed flesh of her thighs straining ever so coyly at the fabric of her short-shorts. Without thinking, she automatically rubbed at the almost invisible flush marks where the material had constricted her soft, sleek flesh.
Carrying the glass low, at her side, with the practiced ease of long familiarity, with the thoughtless expertise of repetition, she strode into the living room. Relaxed and at ease after her two earlier drinks, her hips, so womanly and inviting, yet still disdaining any of the tiny globules of fatty tissue that seemed to perpetually afflict most of the other mothers of high-school-aged kids, twitched and swiveled within the tight shorts. She didn't have to arch and bend and stretch for a view of herself in any full-length mirrors to know that her ass was still tight and firm and roundly molded, inviting men's stares and wolf-whistles and occasional muttered propositions.
She went to the wide picture window of the living room, depositing her drink on the wide sill, "then letting herself lean forward on her elbows on that same sill. She watched the birds fluttering in and out among the hedges in front of the house, teasing the stray cat wandering through. She observed the infrequent passage of a car- invariably that of a neighbor and easily recognizable as such, for the street was off the main roads and little traveled by outsiders. She gazed at the occasional cotton puff cloud flitting through the otherwise clear sky overhead.
She caught a glimpse of her own reflection in the glass. The yellow of her loosely buttoned blouse was easy to focus on. And even in that reflection, she could see her large, ripe, full breasts clearly outlined through the flimsy material. She was braless, something that Jeanette was doing with increasing frequency of late. She enjoyed the sensation of her breasts bobbing freely beneath clothing and definitely took pleasure in the coarse friction of her nipples against fabric. Invariably, when she hurried down the stairs or girl-trotted, her breasts jiggled weightily, her nipples rubbed scorchingly and within moments, the twin erected spikes became clearly lined against the material.
She straightened and more critically, more deliberately, examined her reflection.
Even through the relatively loose shirt, her figure was clearly superior. Her stomach was taut and her abdomen fiat. Looking at her, it was hard to imagine that she'd carried not one, but two children in that smooth, unlined abdomen. Even more difficult to accept that they were both of high school age.
And the appearance of youth was enhanced by her flawlessly smooth, graceful throat. She closed her eyes and hummed to herself, a single, deep, extended note of remembered pleasure at the way her husband had always loved to run his lips down from beneath her chin to the small, depressed hollow between her collar bones' lower reaches, the way his tongue tickled at the hypersensitive flesh there, the way his hands had hungrily slipped down over her back so that his fingers could powerfully grip her soft-firm ass and...
She shook herself from her moment's reverie. Jim Darcy hardly ever did that anymore. He was hardly ever home anymore and that was because he was almost constantly on one business trip or another.
She let her eyes search the reflection of her face in the window. Was he tiring of her? Was he finding her less attractive, less desirable... ?
She took another deep draught of her drink and tried to push the thought out of her mind. And as the liquor trickled down her throat, she pushed her long, sandy blonde hair back and remembered the night she'd let Rod seduce her into sucking him off.
She remembered how good it felt to have a totally aroused, lusting man after her, seeking her, touching and exploring her charms. She remembered how his hot, fumbling fingers had played with her breasts, teasing and taunting her nipples till they nearly ached with desire.
And she remembered his penis, so long and hard and thick and full of hot, young semen, full of jissum that she swallowed thirstily after driving him to the edge of madness with her heatedly sucking mouth and knowing, deft fingers.
No, it's not that I'm not attractive anymore, she told herself with satisfaction. Rod was a good-looking young man, suave and charming. He was a lifeguard at the Casper's Corners quarry-in fact, it was there that he'd met and made a date with Nickie.
Not that her daughter was any slouch. No, Nickie was a beautiful, attractive, even exciting young woman. She was so damned sensual and exuded so much sexuality- and all while still looking so fresh-faced and innocent and clean.
She banished the stray thought from her mind harshly. Even she could feel a twinge of desire for her daughter- not only for another woman, but for a girl-child she'd born herself. Nickie was that lovely.
Rod had wanted Jeanette because she was beautiful and exciting and sensual and attractive and- She took another swig from the glass, then sauntered back into the kitchen.
Her eyes fell on the calendar there, as if to remind her that it was still going to be days before Jim, her husband, returned.
She drained the glass.
She was so damn lonely. The clock said that it would be a few minutes yet before Nickie returned from school-but even then, the loneliness .would not be relieved. Aside from the age difference, there would be, always, in the back of Jeanette's mind, the fact that she had seduced Nickie's newest boyfriend-and while her daughter was just up the stairs, searching for some item of clothing.
If Nickie ever suspected-!
That thought had never even crossed her mind the night she'd seduced Rod. And that was because she'd been drinking, and not just sipping, either. She'd been loaded, and as had always been the case for Jeanette Darcy, when she drank she was susceptible to the least stimulus to hedonistic excess.
Her hands automatically went through the motions of preparing another gin-and-tonic. No, even when Nickie returned from school, there would be no break in the loneliness. Most likely, she would be heading out almost immediately on arrival, to meet her friends or go do something unique to the young.
As for Tod-Tod wouldn't be home till nearly dinner time. Football practice.
Neither of her children would bring escape from the loneliness fining her glass.
And then she heard the car.
"I wonder who that could be?" she said aloud, almost as if speaking to the empty house for the sole purpose of hearing a human voice-even her own.
The phone hadn't even rung during the day.
She went to the front of the living room and observed Rod climbing out of his car, a ten-year-old classic Aus-tin-Healey, complete with wire-wheels and running boards.
There he was, striding up the walk, smiling charmingly at her. He was a damn good-looking male, whatever his age-and Jeanette's response to seeing him wasn't lessened in the least by the knowledge that Tod was about fifteen years younger than she was. He was about six feet tall, maybe a shade more, with broad, powerful shoulders and narrow, athletically trim waist and hips. His shorts were tight on his muscular thighs and held a conspicuously large bulge at the crotch. His face was ruggedly handsome, his hair curly and sun-bleached by hours on the lifeguard's chair during the summer.
She walked loosehipped and longlegged to the door and opened it "Hello," Rod said warmly, his voice at just the right pitch of friendliness and suggested intimacy to send a small shiver racing up and down her spine. "Can I come in?"
She smiled back at him, her eyes half-closed. "My door is open," she replied, matching ambiguity with ambiguity.
He gave her an appreciatively appraising look and stepped past her into the house. Jeanette gave the door a slight push and it swung slowly shut. She leaned back against it with her shoulders, her feet a few inches away from the base of the door so that her posture caused her hips to thrust out towards the young man.
He turned when he reached the center of the room and gave her another long, thorough eyeballing.
"Here to see Nickie?" she asked, setting her tone so that the implied question was equally clear: -or me?
"I don't see her around, do you?" he shot back. His eyes were so knowing, she thought "But she'll be back from school soon," Jeanette pointed out.
"Not for another half-hour at least," he responded quietly. "But then, a half-hour isn't a lot of time."
Jeanette shrugged herself upright, a gesture that made her breasts move, unfettered, within her shirt like two small, living creatures. As she'd intended, the rubbing of her always sensitive nipples against the fabric made them begin to stiffen. Rod's eye went to them like moth's to a flame.
"It's plenty of time for a game of ping-pong or pool or____" She let her voice trail off as she stepped past him and opened the door leading to the access stairway for the basement rec room. Jeanette could almost feel Rod's eye travel down her back to follow the movements of her ass within her shorts.
And she liked the almost-feeling. . She went down the stairs slowly, carefully, so as not to spill her drink. After a moment, she heard Rod's steps behind her-and then the closing of the door.
He's no dope, she thought approvingly. He knows.
She nicked the light switch at the base of the stairs. "What's your game?" she asked lightly, her voice carrying a tone that said she was part of the game equipment-and so was he.
Rod brushed past her, letting his torso rub against hers, letting her throbbing breasts press against his chest for a brief moment, letting his thigh touch near-but not quite on-the juncture of hers.
"I think," he said slowly, his eyes fixed on hers, "I think I'd like a little set on the pool table."
"Suits me," she said. She put her glass on one of the banquette end tables and went to the cue rack, selecting one. But when she stopped by the side of the big table and waited for Rod to select a cue, she suddenly realized how soft and inviting that expanse of green felt looked. Even the sure knowledge that there was a full inch of hard, unyielding slate beneath it did nothing to make it less attractive.
Rod finally began easing his way to the rack, and when he turned his back to select a cue, she lifted herself so that her hips came up. She sat with her ass on the edge of the table, her legs spread apart and feet kicking.
He turned around and saw her sitting there, legs spread, nipples hardened and pushing impudently against the fabric of her shirt, and whatever question there had been in his mind about fucking her before Nickie got home evaporated.
Cue stick in hand, he approached her, stopping just before he would have actually come to stand between her legs. "Why, if I didn't know better," he said, "I'd almost think you had a different kind of set on the table in mind."
As he spoke, he let the tip of the cue come up to her arm. Deftly, he let it trail higher, to her shoulder, then over to skim lightly down over that special spot at the base of her throat.
A small, faint flush was beginning to spread over Jeanette's throat and cheeks as he let the cue tip continue it's travels, now moving lower, till it encountered the topmost of the fastened buttons. He manipulated the stick, and the tip again moved, only this time it was pressing with a gentle weight against the resilient softness of her right breast.
Jeanette sucked in her breath sharply. She looked down to watch the movement of the stick against her and found it somehow exciting that he should be using such an instrument to caress her-and so effectively!
Rod continued moving the pool cue, letting the tip trace around the gentle swell of her breast, pushing it up with more force against the underside as if to test the weight of the globular mass of sensitive flesh.
He drew it in ever tightening circles about her starting nipple-and then, abruptly, moved it to the left breast and began to duplicate the procedure.
Just as the tip was about to move to her left nipple, as Jeanette began to turn bright pink with her arousal, he again withdrew the instrument-and placed the tip in the opening between buttons.
There he simply moved it up and to the side, then down and back the other way, letting the rough, hard, cool cushion tantalize her nerve endings even as it prodded at the limiting strictures of the buttons.
"Open," he said quietly. Almost of its own volition, her hand came up and her fingers undid the button. Her shirt fell open, revealing those creamy upper slopes to his burning eyes.
He dropped the tip down lower, in between the next pair of buttons. This time, he did not even need to speak. She opened them-and continued to open the buttons of her shirt till it fell open, revealing her breasts in all their splendor to his voracious gaze.
For a moment, the tip of the cue stick was motionless. Rod simply stared at the revealed glory of ripe, mature, yet still firm tits. Her nipples, red, stiffly erected like twin towers of lust, seemed to point at the young stud, seemed to beckon him, seemed to demand more intimate, more direct arousal.
But he wasn't ready to end his teasing of the overheated young mother's curvaceous body and rampaging desires.
He moved the cue tip again, this time with a surprising finesse that took it upwards over her heaving breast until it was just beneath the nipple. And then, with a deft movement of his fingers, he caused it to flick over the very tip of her nipple, just grazing it, leaving behind only a trace of the blue cue chalk and a gasping Jeanette Darcy.
At that touch, her hips had jerked forward perhaps an inch as the excitement seemed to flow directly to her already damp vagina. A small, shuddering gasp escaped her lovely lips, and Rod knew that if there had been any doubts about her arousal when she hoisted herself up onto the table, they were gone.
Again, the tip of the cue grazed her nipple. Jeanette felt her arms weakening as she leaned back on them, felt her legs spreading still farther apart She wriggled, grinding her ass down against the pool table surface to try to relieve the itch growing there, to try to alleviate the ever tightening web of cock-hunger deep inside her pussy.
But even through her haze of drunken desires, Jeanette knew that only one thing could satisfy her, could relieve her, could satiate her needs when she got into a state like this: dick, long and hard and thick. And lots of it Rod let the tip of the cue stick move lower, over her flat unmarked abdomen to the top of her short-shorts where they indented ever so slightly the soft yielding woman-flesh there. It continued lower, tracing the small fabric flap covering the short metal zipper of the garment flipping it back and forth, covering and uncovering the glistening metal. His aim was clear.
And made clearer. The tip of the pool cue moved still lower, now tracing outward over the fabric drawn so tautly about the cool, smooth flesh of her upper, inner thigh.
Farther and farther the tip moved, till it reached her knee. And there he moved it under her leg, urging the long, shapely limb up and back.
Jeanette let herself slide backwards on the pool table. Bending her leg as much as she could, she brought her foot up and wide to the side, resting it on the edge of the playing surface.
The pool stick continued its travels. Now, with a new angle presented, Rod brought it down along the inside of her thigh, once again caressing with the hard tip the soft flesh of her inner leg. But this time, instead of sliding over the fabric, he insinuated the end of the cue beneath the edge of the cloth and began wedging .it down, in and towards the ever wetter entrance of her womb.
Jeanette's breath was rasping in and out, causing her breasts to heave outwards. She let herself down, to lean backwards on her elbows. Her shoulders hunched forwards, causing her nipples to point upwards. As the harsh caress of the pool stick burrowed ever closer to her sopping pussy beneath the tight stricture of her shorts, she arched jerkily upwards, bowing her torso up off the table with only her elbows and ass touching. She let her head loll back, her mouth open, her hair draping down to form a sandy-blonde puddle on the green felt of the table.
Rod watched as the bulge of the cue stick moved ever closer to the objective he meant to penetrate with his own stick in a few moments. When that bulge reached the juncture of thigh to loins, he levered it back and forth cautiously a few times, just enough to cause the woman's panties to alternately tighten and loosen over her pussy lips.
Finally, he withdrew the cue and began flicking the tip of the stick back and forth, up and down in the crotch of her short-shorts. The lips of her pussy were clearly outlined through shorts and panties, and the seam of the shorts formed a vertical line in the separation. He traced that seam with knowing strokes of the pool cue.
Jeanette let herself lie flat on her back on the table. The felt surface prickled and jabbed at her bare back. She squirmed from the itching it sent through her back below the line of the rumbled, hoisted, now resented shirt She squirmed all the more for the sensations Rod was sending through her tightly restrained cunt lips through the taut, thin fabric of short-shorts and panties. He withdrew the pool cue and began flicking it insistently at the snap of the shorts' waistband. She got the message.
Hips thrust upwards and forward, Jeanette jammed her fingers inside the waistband and opened the snap, then drew the zipper down as far as it would go. Her bikini panties formed a black barrier just above the uppermost reach of her pubic thicket Rod, meantime, continued flipping the now unbound fabric flaps of the shorts back and forth. The meaning was clear and Jeanette willingly complied with his desires.
She hooked her thumbs into the waist of the shorts and pushed them as low across her hips as she could, then lifted and arched to shove them down to mid-thigh. She brought her knees up close to her chest grazing her nipples, and pushed the encumbering garment down over her knees.
In that position, with her legs raised high, her knees bent Rod had a view that was a voyeur's dream. Her panties were completely soaked through the crotch and they were rendered as nearly opaque by the combination of the moisture and the tension on the fabric of the position as possible. He could see every detail of her vulva and pubic mat as clearly as if the cloth were cellophane.
While she was in that position, Rod brought the tip of the cue stick up and prodded almost roughly with it at her exposed cunt opening. Jeanette's thighs trembled as she tried to complete the removal of her shorts, but the touch of the rigid cue tip against the fabric of her panties, pushing the wet cloth into the lozenge gap of her cunt sent shudders of pleasure upward through her.
At last she slipped the shorts off-only to feel the cue stick slipping beneath the tight elastic leg band of her panties, lifting the cloth and then letting it snap back tightly around her thigh.
Eagerly obedient, Jeanette quickly moved to repeat the process with her whispy black panties. They were nylon, and the soggy crotch clung to her cunt lips as that entrance snapped tightly shut again when she put her legs down.
The panties finally moved down over her thighs almost to her knees. Then, again, she brought her legs up to her chest, this time pressing her thighs just above the knees tightly against her ripe breasts. The globes compressed, flowing together to fill the valley of cleavage with feminine softness.
This time, Rod was afforded an unobstructed view of a wet, willing, hungry, eager, wide open cunt The lips peaked out from among the sandy blonde pubic bush, the tangled, curly hair a wet morass of womanly glory. The lips were a deep magenta hue along the outer edges, dully glistening with pussy juice. But on the sensitive inner edges and along her inner lips, the colors were a bright, flushed pink. The bud of her erected clitoris jabbed outward from between the hooding folds of skin, throbbing almost visibly.
Rod took the cue stick and reversed it The handle, a good inch thick, traced along the underside of her thigh, then over to the crease of her lower ass. Upward, upward, it moved, just slowly enough so that she could unmistakably anticipate where it was going next Rod's cock was like a long bar of iron inside his tight cut-off jean shorts. His balls were swollen, the fleshy sack tight around them, drawn up with the prelude to sex.
Gently, the handle of the cue stick pressed in between the lips of her cunt, moving up and down by fractions of an inch. It had been warmed by the heat of his palm, and the tantalizing sensations it sent through Jeanette were readily apparent She gasped and jerked her hips upwards and towards him slightly, her legs still pressed together. Her knees, bent straightened and she put her hands around the backs of her thighs to hold them in position.
Her movements brought the tiny, puckered dark ring of her anus into view. He looked at the constricted entrance and a host of new thoughts rushed through his mind.
He pushed the cue stick forward. The handle pressed against the inner lips, folding them momentarily to the inside, then continued inward. He pushed it past the first tightly drawn noose of her outer cunt muscles and the labia minora pulled free.
Jeanette let go a long, low moan of mixed anguish and pleasure at the penetration. It was unavoidable, but deep in the back of her mind was the realization of the decadence, the degradation of what she was doing. Here she was, a wanton mass of womanhood, her clothes shed willingly at the whim of a seventeen-year-old boy, tingling and gasping, writhing bare-assed with her legs up to exhibit her ready cunt to him. And worst of all, he wasn't exciting her with his fingers or lips or cock, but with a pool cue!
The stick pressed in farther-and then farther still. Jeanette wriggled and whimpered in response to the sensations running rampant through her. Her hips clenched forward, greedily accepting still more of the pool cue.
And then he began to pull it back and away from her, while at the same time he swiveled it round and round, like some kind of sensual, demented swizzle stick. The handle seemed to touch every inch of her inner walls, testing and caressing them. And she, she was rotating her hips in unspoken approval of the feelings.
Finally, he pulled it out and away from her cunt-and the sudden absence of any instrument to widen her passage made Jeanette moan in unabashed want And then she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being opened, followed by the snap of a waistband fastener being released, then the rustle of cloth...
... And then she felt something larger and smoother- but just as hard if not more so-than the cue stick pressing against her lower lips.
"Ohhh, yesssss," she hissed, the sound beginning deep in her throat She felt his hands come up along her legs, pulling the panties upward, over her ankles-and then they too were gone, leaving her totally naked.
He pressed forward with his rigid prick, jamming it hard against her twat He growled, animalistic, as he felt the entry giving way before his onslaught The knob of his rock-hard erection thrust into her, stretching and spreading her vaginal walls more than the handle of the cue stick had.
"Do that to me, baby," she sighed, "fuck me and don't stop-just keep fucking me-" She babbled on, making little sense beyond the clearly communicated basic want in her life at the instant: she wanted to be fucked, fucked hard, and long and strong and deep-and then fucked some more.
And Rod was more than willing to oblige.
Four inches of his prick were trapped inside her convulsing vagina, four inches that had been slowly, almost tenderly, slipped into her. But then, without warning, he suddenly heaved his loins forward, burying the other half of his turgid cock into her.
His hands gripping her still closed legs, Rod bent backwards slightly from the waist, cramming every last fraction of his penis hard into her. Their pubic hairs mingled, his dark, coarse hair and her fine, sandy blonde thatch. His pubic ring was pressing hard up against her clitoris, and he rocked his hips forward, varying the pressure on her sensitive nubbin to tremulous effect Jeanette felt the head of that sturdy, hard, young cock pressed far up inside of her, reaching to and butting against the entrance to her womb. Her cervix was battered again and again by the force of his heaves, but lost in her delirium of total surrender, even those blunt pains only added to her ecstasy.
She contracted her inner muscles on him, rippling them in a way she knew no inexperienced young nymphet could hope to duplicate, and she was rewarded with the clearly audible moans that were wrenched from his mouth.
But then, he was pushing her legs, still closed, to the side, revolving her with her long limbs as if he were turning the extension of a rod with a drive wrench. When she was on her side, he jabbed her rapidly, this time pulling his dick back till all the shaft was outside and only the head was still locked within her, then thrusting it back completely inside her.
Suddenly, he pulled the entire length of his cock, knob and all-and pressed it instead, against the tightly clenched opening of her anus. "No! No!" she said urgently, her voice carrying just a hint of hysteria in it She didn't want to be taken that way. She had been used in her ass before, by two other men, and while one of the experiences had been painful and nothing else, the other time the man had been expert at buggery and had driven her to orgasmic peaks so intense she had been weak and drained for nearly a week afterwards. Not to mention that she'd found a noticeable difficulty in walking.
But Rod was determined to penetrate her anal channel. Her wedged the thick, secretion-coated knob of his prick tightly against the puckered hole, forcing his way between her tightly clenched ass cheeks. She felt it there, felt the dampness of her own juices from having dribbled down between her legs, then along the furrow of her ass to the opening. And she knew that she didn't have the strength-nor, really, the desire-to stop him.
He pressed forward-and Jeanette was momentarily certain that he was going to rip her ass wide open, that the skin would split and torrents of blood would rush out But instead, the broad, knotty knob of his penis slipped through the resistant tightness of her sphincters and was trapped irretrievably within. He simply stood there and let go another long low groan of anguished pleasure at the stricture. He'd never known anything like this and would have been content to shoot his wad then and there, filling the young mother's hot anal path with his rich creamy come.
But he had something more in mind, something special,, something which had only occurred to him moments before.
One hand on Jeanette's hip, the other gripping her upper thigh with a pressure that made the skin whiten where his fingers dug in, Rod drove his cock forward, sinking the length of it slowly, inch by inch, into the oven of Jeanette's ass channel Bit by bit his rigid cock snaked into her, forcing apart the tightly closed walls of her nether entry. Rod wiggled his hips from side to side, wedging his sturdy dick into her.
Jeanette, meantime, was gasping and sobbing at the pain of the invasion. Her ass was tight, very tight, tighter than her cunt, even at that time so many, many years before when she'd been a virgin, and Rod's cock was a good inch and a half, perhaps more, in diameter. Her sphincters were like stabs of flame and she squeezed her eyes shut so tightly that great tears of anguish rolled out With a last final heave of his loins, Rod buried the remainder of his penis in her anus, pressing forward with such force that her ass cheeks were forced apart by his abdomen's contact Jeanette just lay there, sobbing, as she felt that iron-hard bar of swollen meat and gristle and blood throbbing and pulsating inside her.
Rod held still for a dozen long breaths, just fighting for self-control. The involuntary contractions of Jeanette's sphincters and inner workings upon his cock were almost more than he could bear. For a moment he thought he was going to unload his come without further ado.
But then he brought his overheated balls under control and began slowly withdrawing all the secretion coated length of his dick.
Inch by inch, it slid out of Jeanette's ass like a sword being withdrawn from its sheath-until all but the swollen, velvety-covered steel of the big knob was outside and only that thick glans was still locked inside her.
Again, he pressed forward, this time more rapidly. The lubricating secretions had been more effectively distributed along the length of Jeanette's ass and there was much less pain this time.
He pulled back all but the head again. This time, though, when he impaled her, Jeanette let loose a groan of pleasure at the sensation. It felt to her as if he were driving a baseball bat up her ass-a baseball bat that was warm and pulsing and wet and that managed somehow to hit all the good spots inside her that had needed attention to bring her off.
But Rod wasn't yet satisfied. In and out he moved the stiff sword of his prick, skewering Jeanette's ass with reckless abandon.
Suddenly, though, at the bottom of his downstroke, when his penis was lodged to the balls inside her now receptive ass, Rod stopped. Lifting Jeanette's hips with powerful hands, he pulled her back towards him so that her abdomen rested on the cushioned edge of the table, her legs reaching down, wide-spread to the floor as he revolved her about his cock till she faced downward. He turned her as if she were a sleeve on the axle of his dick, and for Jeanette, the sensations wrought within her by this were terrific.
She wailed in pleasured agony as she felt the thick length of Rod's penis twisting within her, chafing at her inner walls in a way she'd never known. She writhed and shook, her hips slipping back and forth, pushing up and towards him as if she intended to follow the monolith of his prick all the way back beneath his flesh.
Keeping his hands on her hips then, Rod commenced a series of long, slow, drawn out in and out pumpings that ran his cock all the way inside Jeanette's greedy anal opening and brought it back out again. Over and over again, his penis slipped inside her, driving deeper and deeper inside till she was certain that he'd disembowel her.
But what a way to go! She gasped, bit her lips, held her breath, ground her pussy against the table edge. Yes, he was giving her pleasure-and what marvelous pleasures- but there was still that itch in her cunt, that itch made all the worse by the tentative, preliminary scratching given by the pool cue handle.
Rod moved one hand over till it was pressing down on the small of her back, pinning her. Then he freed his other hand from her hip and groped to the side for the object he wanted.
Groped-because he couldn't bear to tear his eyes away from the incredible sight of his own thick cock driving in and out of Jeanette's tight asshole. He could see that puckered opening, once so tightly closed, now cruelly stretched about the brutally plunging and dipping shaft of his prick.
His fingers found and closed on it Carefully, he reached it around behind himself and brought it into position.
Jeanette could only feel the shifting of his weight the changing angles of his ingress. She knew he was doing something-but what it was, she couldn't guess.
Nor did she wish to divert many of her thoughts to it For what she wished to concentrate on was the sensation of having her asshole fucked and fucked royally. Small cries, almost pained explosions of breath, burst from between her lips as she held herself up off the table with her elbows.
But as Rod continued driving his dick in and out of her rocking pussy back and forth over the cushioned edge of the table, setting up little shock waves of pleasure as her clitoris was chafed by the tightening pull on her cunt lips, she felt the familiar shudders of a preliminary peak rushing in on her.
Just as she reached for that peak, she felt something cool and hard press up against her pussy lips-and then drive within.
The pool cue handle!
"Unnnohhhhh... " she groaned as she felt the rigid length of wood, highly polished and varnished, sliding deeper and deeper into her vagina. Jeanette shook and let go little shuddering aftershock murmurs of pleasure.
The handle drove ever farther into her, sliding up the path to her cervix. Jeanette wiggled and revolved her hips, reveling in the feel of the two hard thicknesses- Rod's dick in her ass and the cue handle in her cunt-rubbing against each other through the single thin membrane separating the two channels.
"E-Easy," she murmured, as she felt the handle strike some obstruction deep inside her.
But Rod knew what he was doing.
He continued the pressure, pushing and prodding with the rigid invader, coming at her at different angles-until suddenly, the obstruction was passed and all but the last half inch of the cue handle was trapped inside Jeanette's palpitating twat.
She let her arms collapse beneath her and lay prone on the table, face prickled by the green felt surface-but not as sensitive to it as were her breasts.
Her tits were caressed by the felt as the force of Rod's twin strokes rocked her body forward and back on the table, with the full weight of her upper torso bearing down on her boobs. Jeanette's nipples, stiff and denied the room to erect, ached with an almost painful throbbing as they were rubbed back and forth over the felt Her mouth was open, her eyes closed, as she lay with her head turned to the side, her cheek ground against the felt Her hair was a sandy blonde tangle concealing her ear, then draping down over the back of. her head. The little gasps of agonized pleasure had become a single continuous groan of ecstasy, broken only by an occasional, regular, louder expulsion of breath as the excitement rose through her heated body.
Slowly, Rod began to withdraw the cue handle from her tight cunt lodging while never diminishing the speed of his furious ass-fucking. Jeanette felt the movement inside her as the grip, with its low, smooth serrations and knobs, pulled their way through her sensitive twat walls. She felt the rush of her orgasm building-building- and knew that it was going to be one of those comings that wiped her out for the rest of the day, leaving her spent and drained of energy, unable to function with any real strength. And it was just as well that her orgasm was fast approaching-because Rod was on the very verge.
His stroke became short, irregular stabs, flurrying drives of short distance and great energy that slammed his taut abdomen flat up against her gorgeous ass cheeks. His balls were tightening now, the seed boiling, and he knew that he hadn't far to go before shooting his goo deep inside Jeanette's steaming entrails.
He pressed the cue handle back in again, as deeply as it had been before-and then some. This time, Jeanette's swollen pussy lips closed completely over the end as it stayed lodged completely inside her-twelve inches of highly polished, lovingly worked wood that had never been meant to perform such a double duty, but for which it was admirably suited.
Then he put both hands on her hips again and slammed his loins forward with such force that Jeanette was momentarily left gasping for breath at the impact But then he was jerking inside her, his penis swelling and pulsating, and she could feel every fraction of an inch of the entire length as the great loads of semen boiled upward through the length of his cock.
She could feel the swellings travel up along her anal canal, pressing through the thin membrane and distending her vagina against the unyielding rigidity of the cue handle. Her cunt lips and clit rubbed against the cushioned edge of the table and she felt the pleasures rising through her body like a numbing wave of cold.
They started at the twin channels being so thoroughly, so pleasurably abused. Like tandem stakes, Rod's cock and the hard length of the cue handle were buried in her.
And those pleasures were only intensified by the rude swelling of his prick as his coming rose up through its turgid length.
Finally, the first great gushing torrent of creamy hot jissum fired out of the tiny slit in the end of his meaty knob, blasting into her bowels, filling her ass and backing up along the trail of her anus until his own come began to spill out around his cock.
Again and again he jerked and shuddered inside her, his penis throbbing like a snake in death throes. More and more of his cream blew up her ass, only to find it full and force more back out to drip in thick, hot viscous wetness around the base of his cock. The stuff matted his pubic hair so that it was a sloppy, wet stick morass against her lovely buttocks, overfilling her ass and dripping back down over his balls and the insides of his thighs.
But it also flowed down around his cock, a creamy ring over his prick as he held it deeply inside her. From there it drooled down the sensitive crease between her legs until it began to anoint her cunt lips, already throbbing themselves as the orgasm she'd needed and wanted and sought hit her with even more force than she had feared.
And then it was on her-the most intense orgasm she'd known in many years, a coming that swelled through her being and was made all the more intense by the awareness of debasement in the use of the pool cue handle to penetrate and stimulate her cunt Jeanette's body tensed. Her legs came up around Rod's powerfully muscled ass, then finally locked into place about the small of his back. Her hands, close in, palms down, at her sides near her swelling breasts, clenched and unclenched. Her arms and elbows started to straighten involuntarily with her rush of pleasure. Her torso came up off the table and she was arched out in front of the young stud.
As for Rod, he was beginning to shake, his knees to quiver and give way, as he continued to loose his load into the tightly constricting anal entry port of his young date's attractive young mother.
The feeling of her ass drawing tightly closed about the base of his dick summoned forth a last wrenching spasm of come from his virile young balls. With a groan of utter surrender, he drained himself into her and then gripped the edge of the table to keep from falling.
Slowly, Rod began to slip to his knees as Jeanette's legs lost their maniacal strength and released him.
He knelt arms up on the table, face pressed against the inside of her soft, still trembling thigh. Inches from his eyes, the backwash of his jissum was dribbling out from between the edges of her abused ass entry. Already, with the wonderful elasticity of that opening, it was puckering shut, trapping his warm, wet jissum enema inside.
Drawing a deep breath, Rod reached up with one hand and slipped thumb and forefinger between the petal lips of her twat. Digits touching the hard end of the handle, he gripped it and slowly withdrew it, noting how Jeanette's legs shook and her hips rocked in response to even that slightest stimulation.
Groaning, then, Rod climbed to his feet and stumbled towards the various items of his clothing. Nickie would be home from school at any moment and he, at least, had to be dressed and ready for her.
Sometime, in the course of their evening out, he had to manage to shower. The sooner the better. It certainly wouldn't do for her to suspect that he'd been with another woman.
Especially her own mother.
He was completely unaware of the two eyes, wide and comprehending, that had been watching the entire affair through the basement window.
CHAPTER THREE
Damn her!
Nickie didn't know which emotion was stronger in her as she climbed up off her hands and knees and viciously slapped the dirt off her knees and shins. Was she mostly angry? Or was it out and out jealousy at her mother fucking the handsome young man? Or was it arousal at the undeniably exciting scene she'd just witnessed?
Nickie had seen Rod's car in the driveway. But neither Rod nor her mother were to be seen on the first floor of the house.
Then, as Nickie had walked through the living room and started for the stairs, she was reminded of what she had seen taking place on that very couch one night not so very long before: her mother sucking the young man off while both believed Nickie was occupied in her room looking for an item of clothing.
Some instinct had told Nickie that her mother hadn't taken Rod upstairs to the bedroom. And she knew with equal intuition that they wouldn't be out in the back, near the pool.
On a hunch, Nickie had crept out and then around the side of the house to the little casement window looking down on the richly furnished basement There, she'd gotten down on hands and knees, shielded from any neighbors' observing eyes by the tall hedge, and peered through the window.
Momentarily, she'd remembered the night Tod, her brother, had wakened her and led her outside, to that very window, so they could both observe their parents getting it on. That was the night Tod had stuck his prick into her-the first time any man had shoved his hard cock into her tight little cunt Sure enough, there was her mother and her date, fucking like mad, her mother face down on the pool table and Rod shoving his penis into her anus from behind while feeding-it couldn't be...
But it was. As he screwed her mother in the ass, Rod was diddling her twat with the handle of one of the cue sticks.
That does it! Nickie decided, walking around to the front of the house and coming back in through the front door, this time, making a great deal of noise to announce her entry.
She heard something fall downstairs, from the basement just moments before Rod appeared through the closed doorway. The sound had been suspiciously like that of a pool cue falling to the floor.
"Hi, Nickie," Rod said calmly, as if he hadn't just finished sodomizing Nickie's mother. "What's doing?"
She bit her tongue to hold back the words rising in her throat "Nothing much," she said coolly. "How 'bout you?"
He shrugged. "Just shot a rack with your mother. She's downstairs putting the balls away." A small smile, that probably should have been mysterious, crossed his lips briefly.
"She's always been careful to take care of balls," Nickie said, then continued before Rod's sudden expression of uncertain fear could be voiced. "Ready for our swim?"
"Uh, yeah, sure," he said in a muted-tone. All of the cocky self-assurance had gone out of his voice. "I thought we might go off my Dad's boat"
"Fine," she said, her manner all businesslike. "Ill just run upstairs and get changed."
She hurried up the stairs, rushing to get away before she was unable to stifle her fury, and quickly pulled off her sleeveless top. Her pert, firm young breasts bobbled enticingly, her nipples stiffened and aching in the open air after their long confinement She put her hands beneath her breasts, cupping them for a moment then pressing her palms upward to cover her nipples and the upper reach of her aureoles and rub her tits, hard, in an effort to massage the throbbing ache from them But that of course, didn't work.
The more disgusted for her body's traitorous reaction to what she had seen, Nickie quickly pulled off her shorts and panties.
She took a deep breath, angered at the unmistakable moisture of arousal in the crotch of her panties. Quickly, she wadded up the wash cloth left to dry over the back of her chair at the bedside from the morning's removal of too-heavy makeup and used it to pat away the excess dampness from her tiny, taut unstretched little pussy lips. They were cozily cuddled in a soft, pale blonde fuzz of pubic hair that was barely more than an emphasis of her youthfulness. The sweet pink bud of her clitoris was strongly erected, swollen, sticking shyly out from between the soft folds of pussy flesh as if begging for attention.
Her jaw set, Nickie determined that this was the night she was going to make Rod sorry for his cheating on her.
Not that Nickie minded the idea of a man in whom she was interested dipping the wick. Not at all. But what Nickie objected to was the dipping pot being located between her mother's legs. It was almost an insult to Nickie's attractiveness.
She pulled her little two-piece suit out of the top dresser drawer-and then put the top back in. She had an idea, an idea admirably suited to her plans for the evening.
Instead, Nickie opened a second drawer and took out a plain cotton tee shirt, one that she had owned for almost a year and a half, one that would be far too tight on her enlarged bust to begin with-but which, with the addition of water, would become a clinging, almost transparent heightener of attention for her resilient little boobs.
Grinning in satisfaction with herself, Nickie pulled on the tee-shirt, then stepped into the panties, snugging them up too tightly so that the seam wedged between her swollen little cunt lips, emphasizing their state. The back of the bottoms was caught tightly in the furrow of her ass cheeks, emphasizing their pert, round, globular perfection, their firmness.
She stepped to the mirror on the anterior side of her bedroom door and quickly flipped her long hair into place and studied her reflection with satisfaction.
Eyeing herself, seeing the way her nipples were so clearly lined through the material, noting the way the cotton showed off her flat, firm stomach and girlishly slim waist, seeing the way every detail of her twat lips was shown through the tight bottoms, she knew what Rod would feel when he saw her-and how he would react.
Or try to.
And at that, the self-satisfied grin spread. She was going to fix Rod's Wagon. Oh boy, was she ever going to teach him a lesson...
And no matter how badly she wanted to feel Rod's big prick buried in her own soft, clinging, hungry little snatch-and she knew that she already wanted that pretty badly-she had to hold him off, tease and taunt and lead him on till the time was right. And the best possible advantage could be made of it.
Nickie grabbed a fight, nylon windbreaker and hurried out of her room. Skipping down the stairs, she felt the weight of her firm young breasts vibrating, quivering, ever so slightly with her stair-stepping. Though unfettered, unrestrained by any bra, they were so firm they never bounced as much as Nickie sometimes wished.
Her mother was in the kitchen when Nickie reached in the loving room. Her hair looked as if it had been freshly patted by hand roughly into place and she was just a little flushed and tired looking.
Nickie could understand why.
Rod was watching Nickie hungrily, following her movements as she came down the stairs.
Jeanette was watching Rod hungrily... and perhaps with just a touch of jealousy. She couldn't help but see how he was eyeing Nickie.
As far as Nickie was concerned, that was just fine. For before the night was over, she planned to give her mother plenty of reason for jealousy.
"See you later, Mom," she said quickly, brightly, as she half-skipped towards the front door, beckoning Rod to follow,. Not that he was unwilling. "Why don't you practice a couple of racks till we get back?"
Rod shivered at those words. Did she suspect? Did she know?
Nickie had all she could do to keep from busting out loud in laughter. It was dark outside, dark and warm and humid, and the sky was overcast The Austin-Healey was wheeling through the curves in the road back towards Nickie's house under Rod's shaking hands.
Shaking-because Nickie had spent most of the afternoon and a good part of the evening teasing him, or, to be more specific, cock-teasing him. Swimming, she had again and again come up at him from underwater, grasping him high about thighs. Out of the water, she'd been careful to keep the lamp at her side, highlighting the firm, perfect curves of her young breasts. And it had been Nickie who "thought she heard a fish" and had run quickly to the rail to bend far over, the tension of the position hiking her tight swimsuit bottoms high up to expose the lower curves of her beautiful little ass cheeks, her legs just wide enough, angled just right so that the light shone on her crotch-and the inviting split of her pussy lips through the suit Whenever they'd kissed, she'd let her lips, sweet and full, part just slightly, as if about to open them wide to him-and then she'd closed her teeth tightly behind to form a frustratingly impenetrable barrier.
And standing at the rail, with his arms about her, she pressed herself forward so that he could feel fully the warmth of her lovely young breasts against him, so that he could not fail to know she felt and liked the long hard girth of his cock, stiffly erected within his suit But as soon as his hands began to wander, she'd firmly broken the embrace.
Rod was a quivering ball of desire, reduced almost to groveling in his want of her. But Nickie had done this many times before in retribution for that first night when she had spied Rod fucking her mother's, mouth while Nickie herself was believed safely distracted. She intended to administer the final blow tonight.
She was going to let Rod have her-not that she wasn't looking forward to it herself, because she was-but only once they reached her house.
They turned on to the street leading to Nickie's house and wheeled hurriedly through the darkness to her house. Rod parked in the street, rather than the driveway, and made no move to get out "Don't you want to come in for a little while?" Nickie inquired innocently. She knew that he was hesitating to stand because of the monstrous erection straining in his shorts.
"Uh, well, I think maybe I ought to, uh, get back home-"
"Don't be silly. Come in and we'll talk and, you know, get to know each other a little better." She shifted so that one perfect breast was revealed through the damp tee shirt within her nylon windbreaker. His eye went right to it and his fingers twitched on the steering wheel.
He's ready.
"Oh, come on," she said and opened the door, bending over from the waist in exaggeration so that her ass was thrust directly at him for a moment He got out as well. Stuffing his hands deep into the pockets of his cut-off shorts, he followed her slowly up the walk.
"Hurry," she hissed. "Mom and Tod are sleeping."
What did she have in mind that she didn't want her mother and brother knowing about? That did it He hurried.
As she closed the door behind them, she leaned her head back towards him, eyes closed and lips puckered. He hesitated and she made smooching noises.
He pressed his lips to hers and like magic, like a flower opening, her mouth opened for him. Her little tongue darted sharply out, tracing his mouth and touching at his tongue, then withdrawing and leading his after it As his tongue explored her mouth, Nickie let herself turn slowly in his arms. His hands were reaching high up on her, going for her breasts, but she turned within his embrace until she was full up against his front Nickie pushed her pelvis forward, rubbing her little mound against his thigh so that he couldn't fail to feel it. His cock, still stiff and elongated, was easily traceable through his shorts against her and she shivered at the thought of having so much male meat crammed into her young cunt.
But she meant to.
Rod felt the shiver. "Are you cold?" he asked. "My shirt is still wet," she improvised. "Then why don't you take it off?" She giggled conspiratorially. "But you can't look," she stipulated.
Rod breathed deeply in exasperation. "Oh, all right."
"You stand over here," she said, guiding him till he was turned away from her, facing the little windows flanking the door.
Nickie quickly unzipped her windbreaker. "Don't look," she reminded him.
"I'm turned the other way," he said, watching her reflection clearly in the tinted glass of the windows.
Nickie was sure to position herself so that he could see her breasts become slowly visible as she peeled the damp cotton up and away from her exercise flushed skin, revealing, bit by bit, the smooth, fresh wonder of her soft young flesh.
When she had the shirt raised up high so that her head was still within and all else was Out, she shook her arms from the shoulders over her head, as if trying to free herself, knowing the way the action would make her tits rotate and turn for Rod's feasting eyes.
She pulled the tee shirt the rest of the way off. Stretching her arms out to the sides, she shook her hands loosely as if trying to stretch tightened muscles. Then she put her hands under her breasts, cupping them, and massaged the lovely mounds of her girl-tits.
She could hear him suck in his breath at that.
She bent, suddenly, and picked up the windbreaker, rapidly putting it back on and zipping it up.
"Okay-you can turn around now."
He whirled around-then stopped cold. "Now what?"
"Now we sit down and talk and, uh, get to know each other better," she said. "Of course, I would like something to drink to help warm me up, though."
"What would you like?" he asked automatically, as if it were his house-and not hers.
"Maybe some brandy," she said. "That's supposed to be good for warming you up. It's in the kitchen in the undercounter cupboard up against the dividing wall."
"I'll find it," he said, wondering if Nickie, like her mother, was a nympho with liquor in her. He got out the bottle of brandy and a glass-not, significantly, a snifter-and poured about an inch and a half into it.
He brought it back into Nickie, who took it and sipped just a taste. She stifled the urge to gag at the strong taste.
"Let's go downstairs," she said.
"Why not?" he said, shrugging. He followed her, then stepped in front of her at her urging.
Nickie slammed the door shut behind her as she started down the steps behind him. Rod whirled. "Shhh. You'd think you wanted to wake up the whole house!" he admonished.
Nickie just smiled. She was unable to keep a completely straight face.
At the bottom of the steps, Rod fumbled for and found the light switch. Nickie brushed past him, letting him feel the firmness of her breasts within the unbinding nylon of her windbreaker, and went to one of the long, low, heavily cushioned banquettes lining the wall. She sat-in the corner and put her feet up, then let one foot slip absently to the floor. Seemingly, she was unaware that this, once again, drew the fabric of her bottoms tightly between her swollen pussy lips.
Rod noticed.
He made a beeline for her-but Nickie spoke. "Turn on the stereo," she said.
Rod pulled up short, his frustration evident in his face, and looked about him. Then he crossed to the stereo and flipped it on.
It blared out for a few seconds until he located the volume control and toned it down.
Nickie exulted. She'd guessed that she, herself, had been the last one to listen to the stereo, and Nickie always tended to play it loud.
If the car engine, and the slamming door to the basement stairwell had failed to awaken her mother, nothing would.
Except a little rock music at two hundred decibels.
Rod finally came over and sat beside her, then slid down the couch so that her feet were in the way. Without a word, she lifted her foot. When Rod obliged, she let it come down again, draping it over his thighs.
She could feel the throbbing bar of his dick against the underside of her thigh.
Nickie forced herself to take a large swig of the brandy-though even she knew that it was to be sipped.
Then she leaned back, letting her head loll, and closed her eyes, moving her leg-the one over Rod's-in time to the music.
She felt him shifting, turning towards her, but made no move to react-until she felt his lips against hers.
Then she opened her mouth, granting free rein to his tongue as it probed and explored her mouth.
She felt his hand come up against her stomach, and then begin to creep upwards. She let it progress until it was resting lightly over one breast, let the pressure increase until her nipple was rasping through the fabric into his palm-and then put her hand down to push it away.
He let her remove the offending hand, and then began to kiss along the line of her jaw, so finely sculpted, softened by the enchanting residual of baby-fat. His lips came up to her ear and then his tongue began to lick and study the curves and whirling paths there. He let his teeth scrape along the sensitive upper edge of her shellike ear and Nickie's sigh of pleasure was anything but feigned.
Again, his hand began to move over her-but this time she let him press her breast and fondle it roughly, ineffectively, through the heavy obstacle of the windbreaker. None the less, she received the caress on her nipple as the nylon shifted and pulled, and her breathing quickened in response.
He began to nibble her blood-gorged ear-lobe, knowing that it was one of the body's most under attended erogenous zones, and Nickie sucked in her breath. Simultaneously, his hand moved on upwards to find the metal tab of her zipper. Slowly, he began pulling it downward.
"No, Rod, no-please don't," she said, hating the game playing in those words. Nickie had always abhorred the idea of a girl saying No to a man out of some misguided sense of tradition, when what she really meant was: Take me and fuck my brains out, you stud!
But she knew that this was the reaction, this was the ritual, these were the words Rod expected to hear.
As she expected, he ignored her sighing protest. His hand continued to draw the zipper downward, till her windbreaker was open and her breasts uncovered to his hot hands.
He wasted no time.
His lips moved down her neck to her shoulder. He pushed the loosened shoulder-of the windbreaker back and bit her shoulder lightly, his tongue raking across it.
At the same time, his hand was busy, curling about the thrusting globe of her firm young breast, savoring its silken texture and resilient strength. His fingers closed slowly upwards on it, till he grasped her nipple between thumb and forefinger.
"Ohhhh, that's not supposed to be-touched!" she gasped as he tweaked the sensitive little bud of flesh. She opened her legs still wider and her hips involuntarily flexed upward. If he'd had the presence of mind to look downward, he'd have seen a spreading darkness emanating from her tender little quim into the crotch of her bottoms, a darkness caused by dampness.
He pushed the windbreaker down over her arms, then tugged one sleeve free. His lips continued to work their way down over the soft flesh in the hollow of her shoulder, then farther down, to the first creamy swell of breast.
Nickie let go a sigh as at last his lips found her sensitive tits. She lay back, willing in her surrender, as his lips worked about her boob, pressing softly and respectfully, almost testingly, against her skin.
His mouth closed over her nipple, sucking it vigorously. "Yessss... " she hissed, giving vent to her true feelings. "Yesss, that feels soooo gooood____" She put one hand at the back of his head, twining her fingers in his hair, and pulled his mouth more strongly to her breast.
Rod was jubilant at her responses. She was getting truly turned on to him, at last breaking through her inhibitions and letting him bring her all the erotic pleasure he knew he was capable of.
He continued sucking at her breast for another moment, then moved to the other thrusting tit, not wanting to deprive either of those perfect breasts of the attention it so richly deserved.
He breathed deeply through his nose, savoring the scent of her flesh, as he pulled and whipped at her other nipple with his knowing mouth. Meantime, his hand was sliding lower across her exposed stomach, down over her hard, flat abdomen, till his fingertips came up against the waistband of her bathing suit bottoms.
Nickie brought both hands up about the back of his head, grinding his mouth and nose and eyes into her swelling breasts. She gasped for breath, the wind rasping in her throat as her passions went unchecked through her slim, almost girlish body at the same time as Rod worked on her richly curved, ungirlish breasts.
His fingers slipped beneath the tight waistband of her bottoms, straining downward, inching their way towards her wet, throbbing cunt. Nickie arched her hips up again and his fingertips brushed the first fluff of her still whispy pubic hair. Somehow, the touch of it sent a thrill through Rod's body, a thrill that reached to his powerfully pulsating prick. He groaned into the soft flesh of her breast.
Nickie felt his knowing fingers continue downward till he had his palm lodged firmly over her cunt. He ground his hand hard against her, feeling the wetness from within her tight little passage spread itself across her swollen, sensitive cunt lips. Those finely formed folds of flesh rubbed, in turn, against the shaft of her stiff little clit- and sent powerful waves of pleasure coursing through Nickie.
Her hips rocked upwards regularly, in time to the movements of his hand, pressing her pubis into the waiting clutch of his hand and palm. Rod eased his fingers back up till they were pressed between the folds of her pussy skin and his index finger was placed firmly on the top of her sweet little love button.
Nickie grunted in ecstasy at the knowing touch, lifting her leg from its place over Rod's thighs till her heel was wedged behind the loose bolster cushion. She gave him utter and absolute access to her quim's entrance and Rod took ready advantage of it.
He wormed one finger between the lips of her cunt, insinuating the digit inside her tight channel to the middle digit Nickie began revolving her hips around the invader, savoring the touch of it inside her, reveling in the feel of it against those inner walls. Her cunt seemed to be sucking at the finger, and Rod obliged by thrusting it into her to the roots. Nickie felt the penetration through her entire body. She jerked her hips up hard against his palm, crushing her clitty into his hand and rubbing it there.
Rod brought his other hand down and began pulling the waistband of Nickie's bottoms lower across her sweet flesh, letting the tension in the elastic force his fingers into the silken smoothness.
Nickie brought her legs together on his lap, locking his hand in place, and arched her hips. With one powerful pull, he tugged the bottoms down to her shins.
Nickie scissored her feet limberly, working the encumbering garment off her, the movement of her strong, sleek young thighs on his hand forcing it to wedge more securely, more tellingly against her quim.
The bottoms completely gone, Nickie sighed deeply and again spread her legs in ready invitation. She brought her own hand down to cover his, to hold him the more firmly against her, making it unquestionably clear to him that she wanted the sensations he was giving her, wanted the feelings he was sending through her, wanted the pleasures that a knowing man could provide her.
Rod began to rise from his place on the couch, kissing his way back up over her shoulders and throat and ear and jaw till his lips finally came to linger on her mouth.
Bent over her, their tongues dueling, Rod began to open the waistband of his cut-offs, letting them fall freely from him. He kicked them away from his ankles and Nickie opened her eyes to see him clad in a jock strap which only emphasized the powerful muscles across his abdomen. And within that jock strap, his cock throbbed mightily, long and hard and thick and straining at the fabric containing it.
"Use your tongue on me first," she whispered seductively.
Rod moved to obey without hesitation. He'd wanted to get his mouth on her sweet, fresh young pussy-and here she was actually asking for it He put one hand on her ankle, where it rested on the back support cushion and the other on the upholstery at its edge, and bent easily forward from the waist.
Their mouths met upside-down, and he opened his lips to momentarily trace and explore her gums. Then she leaned her head back again, and Rod kissed his way along the smoothly flowing line of her throat, down into the valley between the twin delights of her breasts-detouring there for a moment to plant a brief, but telling, sucking kiss on each pouting nipple. Then he resumed his downward kissing trail, his lips finding their way over her flat smooth stomach, his tongue twirling in her navel for a second.
Onward, ever lower, he bent, his lips leaving in their wake a trail of seared, highly aroused nerve endings-all of them sending their individual signals of pleasure and lust directly to Nickie's already eager pussy.
His upper lip was tickled with the first strands of her pale pubic hair-and still lower he went. The smooth rise of her pubic bone was beneath his lisp, and as he breathed in her fresh young pussy scent, the words Mount of Venus came to his mind and he found them fitting.
At last his lips found the upper opening of her pussy lips, his tongue flickering out to prod between. Downward he moved, purposely only grazing the hard nubbin of her clitoris, till he was able to thread his tongue actually inside her cunt opening. "That's good," Nickie said quietly, excitedly. "That's good-so good."
Rod was determined to make it even better as he felt her pussy contracting about his mouth muscle-just as determined as he was to feel the walls of Nickie's quim closing on the prong of his hard, thick penis.
He opened his mouth wide, completely covering the entry to Nickie's hot grotto. She felt the suction on her clitoris, felt her pussy lips swelling still more, and locked her hands around the back of Rod's head, pulling his mouth against her even as she ground her pubic delight up, into his face.
Then Rod pulled himself away from her tasty twat, fingers already pushing down his well-filled jock even as he straightened.
As the elastic moved down over his thighs, his prick popped loose, springing upward to stand out of his pubic forest at a ninety degree angle to his body. It was so stiff that it would have pointed upwards-except that it was so long and thick, and the blood gorged knob was so swollen, that not even Rod's virile young muscles could attain that position.
Nickie opened her eyes and looked over at it. It looked so huge, so towering, reaching far out into the air over her head, like a monument to Phallos.
And he was going to shove that, all of it-or as much as could fit-into her hot little oven!
Nickie let herself slide farther down on the upholstered cushions of the banquette till she was prone-and then reached up with one eager hand to grasp his rigid meat stick.
His prick felt so wonderfully hot in her cool fingers, and she could clearly feel every pulsing throb that went through it She gave it a tender squeeze, testing its firmness, and Rod groaned in desire. The squeeze he was after was located in that moist treat between her slim, quivering young thighs!
Nickie tugged, leading him over her. Rod positioned his knees on the cushion between her wide-flung thighs as Nickie tried-and failed-to close her thumb and forefinger about his thick member.
He put his hands to each side of her and let his hips be drawn downward as she let the swollen glans to her wet open pussy lips. He felt the sensitive knob touch against those soft folds of flesh-and then felt her rubbing his dick head up and down between, with a vigor that made the sucking noises of her distending labia clearly audible.
"Puuush," she urged him in a voice made husky by desire.
He obliged her.
Rod hunched the muscles of his lower back and drove his hips inward and down, pressing on the length of his prick, trying to wedge it into the tight opening.
But at first he made no progress at all.
She's tighter in her cunt than her mother is in her ass! he thought, and the realization only made him all the more determined to ram his spear all the way into Nickie's tight sheath.
"Puuush," she whispered again.
He pushed, harder, and this time he felt the head of his prick moving by torturous fractions of an inch until almost abruptly, it was inside-and the powerful muscles just within her opening were clamping down on the little depressed ring of the flange in the shaft just behind the knob.
But the worst, the most difficult part, was over. The head was in.
Nickie drew quick, shallow breaths, trying to relax her lower lips from the fearful tightness. Where the head could go, she knew the rest could follow.
She brought her legs up around his waist, her ankles locking about the small of his back. Nickie jerked her hips upward, trying to take in still more of his thick, hard cock-but her cunt was so tight that all she did was rock Rod as he lay atop her.
His hands slipped beneath her shoulders till his fingers came up and over their top from behind. Holding her there, he jabbed his hips at her, and an inch of that rigid rod ploughed into her.
"Th-that's it," she gasped excitedly, feeling his cunt-bulging glans burrow into her vagina. "That's it!"
Again she jerked her hips up at him, just as he drove his loins down, and more of that mighty penis slipped into her overheated quim.
Rod kept up the pressure and inch by inch, his shaft was absorbed in Nickie's tight scabbard. She writhed and jerked beneath him, her breath coming out in explosive little grunts as he hit all the pleasure spots within her.
She felt his fat knob reach the end of her tunnel-and still there was more! She'd kept the thumb and forefinger of one hand between them, lightly feeling the length of his Shaft just before it disappeared between her wonderfully stretched pussy lips, and she could feel at least another inch outside, waiting impatiently to spread her cunt walls apart, following in the path blazed by the other eight inches of his hard weapon.
Her heels dug into his powerfully muscled ass cheeks as she brought both hands up around his back. Her nails dug into his flesh, even as she sank her even, white teeth into his shoulder so hard that she could taste the trickle of blood.
The pain made his cock deflate just enough so that her next hip heave absorbed the last of his cock.
It was in her, buried to the roots, to the balls, his pubic hair against hers, the hard ring at the base of his penis pressing roughly, but with such exquisite mastery, into her stiff clitoris.
"Oh-oil-oh, yes that's it-that feels so good!" Nickie gasped, hips tightening and moving in strange new ways around the pinion of his dick. He could feel every contraction, every spasm of her strong, youthful inner muscles as they moved involuntarily, uncontrollably on his prick.
She wriggled beneath him, her perspiration-slicked body all lean and sinuous, all wonder and delight as she shifted and rocked. She moved as if she were trying to escape the invader lodged far inside her, but as he began to draw the wonderful length of his swollen penis out of her, her hips arched upward, following the direction of the movement as if to slow the removal, as if to prevent the reclosing of her cunt walls that was taking place without his thick cock to hold them apart.
He had all but the head of his member withdrawn. Rod poised himself there for a moment, hovering over as if supported by the rigid, pale meat stick growing up from between her legs like polished sugar pine-and then drove himself downward as if he meant to shove his prick all the way up through her till the broad knob at the end of his wide shaft poked up against her stomach.
"OOOOOoooo!" Nickie wailed, her voice a sound of pure pleasure, a pleasure only enhanced by the rough taste of brutal abuse in the touch of pain carried with the sudden cramming of so much maleness into her tight femininity.
Her legs fell apart above his ass, stiff with the muscular contractions set off through her body by the pleasure she was receiving, waving about his slim, athletic hips in the air. Their movements made her cunt walls press against him in irregular, spastic tightenings, which only added to the extraordinary sensations her vaginal strictures were sending to his balls.
He pulled back from her, then dropped down again, this time with a vigorous strength that told Nickie he was totally caught up in his own pleasures, irrespective of what feelings they gave her. Faster and faster he went, pumping in and out of her like a demented suction machine, an illusion only heightened by the wet, sticky noises made by her quim with each stroke.
Nickie felt an orgasm rolling through her, an orgasm that would finally release the coiling ball of tensions tightening between her slim, girlish hips all day-and only accelerated and intensified by the lugubrious scene she had witnessed earlier between her mother and the very same young stud who was fucking her with such unbridled abandon at that very moment "Unh!-Unh!-Unh!-" she grunted, over and over, in time With each crushing downstroke of the powerfully muscled, well-hung young man toiling over her. Nickie could tell from the little ancillary shudders and shivers that went through Rod's body that he was nearing his own final pleasure, and the knowledge of that proximity only made her the hotter for the orgasm just moments away from her.
"Not-not-no, not yet!" she breathed against him as the first tickles of her coming began to boil through her. It seemed to start in her cunt, just within the entrance to her sweet little honey hole, somewhere in the vicinity of her clitoris. It started as a numbness, a tingling sensation that swelled and grew, spiraling through her till it took in all of her vaginal sheath.
It spread outward to her still slender hips, then filled her pelvis. Distantly, she felt the muscles of her lithe, almost boyish little ass cheeks contracting, clenching and unclenching rapidly, powerfully.
It moved simultaneously downward through her thighs and upwards through her abdomen and stomach.
And then it was on her, the full rush of her coming. She stiffened beneath Rod, arching upward with the powerful possession of her ecstasy, lifting his heavier form with her. His cock was locked inside her, just beginning to swell and jerk as the semen shot upward through his seminal vesical from his overheated balls through the tube running the length of the underside of his thick prick.
Her hips vibrated, shook, as Rod begin to empty the accumulation of come growing his balls all evening, an accumulation that had begun just moments after he'd finished fucking her mother's ass that very afternoon, an accumulation that had been greatly accelerated by her appearance in the flimsy tee shirt and too small bathing suit bottoms, an accumulation that had been egged on by her teasing, taunting, arousing behavior throughout the course of the night, an accumulation whose growth had been mightily spurred by the realization that he was actually doing it-fucking both mother and daughter within the same day.
He fired his gooey jissum into her, great, gushing torrents of thick, hot, rich cream that fell on her innards with telling impact.
She could feel every drop splashing home inside her, splattering through her cervical opening into the depths of her young womb-and spreading, with it, the orgasmic tingling of electrical pleasure.
"AAaah-oooo... " she moaned, the sound soothing off at the end as her seizure of orgasm finally slowed and she sank, shuddering, back to the cushions with Rod's penis still firing, its bolts of come into her.
His spasms became irregular, then slowed, atop and within her, finally trailing off as his penis limpened and wilted inside her, shortening till it began to slip back through the still tightly locked walls of her cunt Nickie shook, almost shivered, as all the strength went out of her. Her plan for the evening had been completely forgotten once Rod had begun working his experienced, knowing magic on her with his fingers and lips and tongue-and most of all, with the thick, fleshy spear of his dick.
She just wanted to lie there, pleasantly crushed beneath Rod's weight, slowly recovering her senses in the aftermath of her coming.
And then the stereo went off.
Nickie suddenly remembered her plan.
She looked around-and saw her mother standing near the stereo, clad in a dressing robe that would have been quite modest had she not been standing directly in front of a lamp. As it was, every detail of her mother's fully curved ripe, mature body was clearly visible through the fabric-including her stiffly erected, blood-gorged nipples.
Nickie could clearly see the heaving of her mother's breasts, just as clearly as she could see the flush which might have been a sign of anger-but instead was obviously one of excitement and arousal.
She's just as turned on from watching Rod with me as I was from watching Rod with her. There was a certain satisfaction in that for Nickie.
"We have company," Nickie whispered softly to the, half-aware young stud lying limply on top-and in-her.
"Huh?"
"Just what the hell is going on here?" Jeanette barked j angrily. At that, Rod reacted.
He came up off Nickie with a speed that would have done any professional athlete proud. A half-second later, he had his pants in hand and was stepping into his shorts-disdaining the nicety of the jock strap for the necessity of coverage.
As Rod hastened to pull his clothing together, Nickie, quickly regaining her composure, merely brought her leg! together-still feeling the excess of Rod's abundant come dribbling out from between her again tightly clamped pussy lips-and sat up.
She rested one arm casually on the same cushion where only moments before she'd had her foot lodged to afford Rod more ready access to her cunt with his mouth. Nude, dressed only her loveliness, Nickie took a deep breath, "Oh, hi, Mom. Couldn't you sleep?"
"What?" Jeanette snapped incredulously.
"Or did we make too much noise coming in and watt you? I'm sorry if we did."
"You're going to be sorrier, young woman!" She whirled on Rod and confusion went through her face for a moment as to which sin she could confront him with. She finally decided to compromise. "You get out of here, you little punk!" she half-screamed with a fury born as much of jealousy as anything else.
"Sure, sure," he said, still shaken by the sudden discovery only moments after his triumph. "Be seeing you."
It was directed at Jeanette, and there was just enough overly self-assured arrogance in it to rub on Jeanette's newly exposed rawness. "Like hell you will!"
Rod hurried up the stairs, jock strap and sandals held ludicrously in one hand.
Jeanette turned to her daughter. Nickie was simply sitting there, forcing herself to be cool, despite her mother's obvious agitation.
"As for you-" she began.
"Don't hand me that shit," Nickie snapped bitingly.
"And just what is that supposed to mean?"
"Just what it says."
"I will not have any daughter of mine-"
"Shit. You're not half as pissed about me fucking as you are of. who I was fucking."
"Whom," Jeanette corrected automatically. "Six of one, half dozen of the other."
"And what do you-"
"Stop playing outraged virtue, Mom," Nickie said quickly. "I saw him with you this afternoon-when you thought I'd be at school."
"You're lying."
"Really? Then how do I know that he fucked you up the ass and used the handle of the cue stick as a dildo on your cunt at the same time? It was right over there on that pool table and-"
"How dare that little punk invent such lies!" Jeanette said angrily.
Nickie had to admit to herself that her mother was great at improvisation-and acting.
"Forget it, Mom. I saw you. With my own little eyes. And I saw you suck him off, too, that night On the couch. In the living room. When you both thought I was trying to find my bathing suit" - Jeanette caught her lower lips between her teeth. It was obvious that she wasn't sure what to say or do.
"Why, Mom?" Nickie asked, and her voice carried a note of pleading that was heart-rending. "Are you that lonely, that horny?" She shook her head. "You certainly weren't raped or forced into it-you went along with it willingly."
Jeanette staggered a few steps and sat down on the banquette. Her eyes closed, she was lost in thought for a few seconds. "Yes," she said, nodding. "I've been so damned lonely around here while your father is on the road... " She looked up and met Nickie's eyes. "These business trips____I keep thinking that he purposely goes after them to get away from me, that he does it because he doesn't think I'm pretty or sexy anymore or-"
"Nonsense," Nickie said gently, understandingly. "You've proven to yourself that your still attractive." She hesitated. And then, because she really did love her mother, Nickie bed. "Listen, I know quite a bit about Rod-and I know that he could have his pick of any girl and most of the women for fifty miles around. But he came over here, to you, and it must have been because you're beautiful and sexy."
Jeanette murmured, "Do you really think so?"
"Why else?" Nickie asked. "Now, let's bring the little games and such to an end and call it a night-okay?"
"Sure," Jeanette said, her tone still contrite. She stood and followed her daughter's delectable little ass up the stairs to the living room, then up the next flight to the top floor.
Just before she went into her room, Jeanette turned to her daughter again and whispered, "Is that why you made so much noise coming in?"
Nickie nodded. "I've been planning this for quite a while-ever since that first night I saw you and Rod in the living room."
A single tear rolled down Jeanette's cheek. "I've got a good daughter," she said quietly.
Nickie stretched up and placed a soft kiss on her mother's cheek. "I've got a good Mom. Let's turn in now."
"G'night."
As Nickie lay in bed, thinking about the evening's events and those leading up to them, she decided that as good a fuck as Rod was, it was worth it to lose him if it helped her mother straighten out Exhausted and satisfied with herself, Nickie curled up under the sheets and covers and slept.
But Jeanette, laying in her own huge, lonely bed, wishing fervently that her husband, Tom, was there beside her with his big cock rigid and his hands and lips moving over her...
She groaned softly in the darkness and put her hands down to her own pussy, her eyes already searching through the room for the long, scarlet candle she used as a dildo when the fevers ran too strongly in her and she imagined Tom there with her.
She had already pushed from her mind the fact that she had not told her daughter the complete truth.
CHAPTER FOUR
Nickie could hardly suppress the impulse to jump up and down and shout. In the few days since the episode in the basement rec room, when she'd confronted her mother on the subject of Rod, Jeanette Darcy had seemed to revert totally to her old self.
Once again, Nickie's mother smiled, joked, kidded and, occasionally, ordered her daughter around, just like the old Jeanette.
Nickie was proud of herself.
And she was happy-for her mother had informed her that she could throw a party at the house Saturday night and invite as many as twenty of her friends. Sort of to kick off her social life in the school.
And tonight is Saturday night! Nickie rejoiced to herself.
Happily, she almost skipped into the bathroom, clad only in a lightweight robe, her breasts bobbling delightfully beneath the pale fabric.
She filled the sink and began washing her face, looking up in the mirror to find her brother's face staring at her from over her shoulder.
"Tod!" she yipped. "You scared me half to death! I didn't hear you come in here."
Tod grinned, his handsome young face already beginning to take on the ruggedly, mature lines so like his father's. Nickie knew that in another year or two, Tod was going to have to fight the girls off.
And those he chose not to fight off were going to get a treat. Nickie knew, because she'd been the one teaching her brother the ways of sexually pleasing a woman or a girl.
"How'd you do it, sis?" he asked. "What?"
"Get Mom to let you throw a party."
"What do you mean?" she asked, splashing the soap off her face with cupped, double-handfuls of water.
"Come on, Nickie, you know what I mean," he said, sounding just a little peeved at her mock innocence act "You know I've been after Mom to let me have a party here since I started school last year-and I haven't gotten past step one."
"You just don't have what it takes," she teased.
"Meaning?"
She turned, face still wet, and planted a soft, sisterly kiss on the tip of his nose. "I don't know," she said, and flounced off down the hallway to her own room and quickly finished dressing.
Tod stood in the bathroom door, looking down the hallway after his sister.
"Women," he murmured disgustedly, in bewilderment Then he shrugged and went to his own room to dress. At least he'd been invited.
Officially, the party started was to start at six-thirty. The guests actually began arriving at a quarter to seven. By eight it was in full swing.
Nickie walked around the pool apron, dressed in a clinging blue minidress cut at midthigh. Her hair was up in two little pigtails that only emphasized the illusion of childishness in her face.
And that in turn, only emphasized what did not need emphasizing-the lithe sensuality of her slim figure. There were eleven young men at that party, counting her brother, and every one of them watched her move whenever possible, imagining what it would be like to have those, sleek, well-shaped young legs wrapped around him.
And mote than one of the young women there was mentally savoring the taste of Nickie's tight little cunt, wondering...
"Everything under control, Mom?"
Jeanette smiled graciously and nodded. "I think I can handle this mob. Enjoying yourself?"
Nickie answered with a hug and kiss on her mother's cheek. Jeanette had outdone herself to make the party a success. The buffet seemed, magically, to consist only of those things her friends liked, the punch and soft drinks were all the right flavors, the paper lanterns and table cloths spread over patio tables and folding sets were brightly colored and gay without being frivolously childish, and at least half the kids were dancing to the music pouring out of the extension speakers her mother had borrowed from a friend.
"Have a good time, now, honey," Jeanette said, patting Nickie's shoulder.
Nickie continued to circulate through the party, pushing from her mind the fact that her mother's breath smelled ever so slightly of rye whiskey. After all, it was a party and her mother was certainly entitled to nip for fortification before the thundering herd descended on them.
"Come on, Nickie-let's dance."
She turned and found that the request came from her brother. Nickie did a little, curtsey. "My pleasure, sir."
They moved out on to the grass and kicked their shoes off, enjoying the feel of grass on bare feet as they swung into the tempo of the dance. It was a quick one, with a solid beat, and Nickie moved enthusiastically with it Nickie started cooking, dancing with abandon, long, shapely legs and sinuous arms flashing, hips jerking and breasts bouncing braless within the minidress. One by one, the other couples dropped out and stood around, watching as she got caught up in the rhythm of the drum solo in the instrumental break of the song, the girls admiring her dancing skill, the boys admiring her.
The song ended and one of the guys asked her to dance while Tod went to the boy's escort. The next song began, a slow number that had everyone dancing tightly together, arms wrapped about each other.
On and on, they all danced, laughing and kidding one another. After about an hour, though, Nickie went over to her brother. He was dancing with a tiny Chinese girl. "Tod, I'm going to see if Mom needs a hand. Where did she go?"
Tod lifted his face from the flowing, silken mass of the girl's hair and stared at Nickie blankly for a moment "I-I haven't seen her for a while," he said softly, then continued staring at her.
Nickie frowned. "Tod-what's the matter with you?"
He dipped his face back down into those raven tresses^ mumbling, "I think I'm in love."
Nickie stepped back and surveyed the couple, critically examining the girl-and noting the way one of Tod's hands had come to rest on the girl's delicious little ass through her shift. Right, she thought. He's in love-or a reasonable facsimile.
Nickie went over to the serving buffet, asking her friends.
"I think she went inside for something," Big Vic, one of the guys from the football team said.
"Thanks, Vic," Nickie acknowledged, stepping towards the door.
But then he was beside her, one huge arm around her slim shoulders. Nickie liked Vic-the more so since the time he'd given her a ride home in his new Jaguar and fucked her half-to-death in the front seat "Hey, Nickie... "
"Yeah?"
"What do you say you and I go for a little walk out in the woods?"
"What about your date?" Vic shook his head. "She's a navel history freak."
"Huh?"
"A fan of the iceberg that sank the Titanic."
Nickie smacked him on one enormous bicep. "I don't think this would be a good night for it, Vic. See you later."
He sighed. "Yeah, okay."
Nickie went into the house. "Mom?" she called. No response.
A moment later, one of the guests came in. It was Pam, the good-looking brunette Nickie was friends with. "Nickie, have you seen Dave? He seems to have disappeared."
. "No, I haven't seen him for some time," Nickie said. And as she thought about it, she realized that she had noticed an excess of females outside for the past few minutes or so.
Pam went back outside and Nickie checked the upstairs rooms. Perhaps her mother was freshening up. She had, after all, been pushing herself pretty hard with the party.
Not upstairs. Where the hell could she have gone, Nickie wondered.
And then she noticed the door to the basement was slightly ajar.
Oh, no.
Nickie turned off the lights in the living room so that their glare wouldn't announce her approach when she opened the basement door. Then she slowly began creeping down the stairs, carefully letting her weight shift from one stair tread to the next in an effort to avoid creaking the wood.
When she was a third of the way down the stairs, she crouched. If there had been anyone watching the stairs, they would have had an excellent view up Nickie's dress, along those sleek, smooth young thighs all the way up to her whispy pink bikini panties.
But there was no one watching those stairs. All eyes were turned towards the other end of the rec room.
For there, illuminated only by the glow from a single, blue bulb, on the hastily arranged pillows taken from the now bare banquettes lining the room, was Nickie's mother.
And a half-dozen young men.
Nickie watched, stunned, as her mother reached up and unzipped the fly of the boy standing in front of her. Jeanette was kneeling on the cushions. Her fingers expertly unfastened the waistband of the boy's pants, then pushed pants and briefs down just enough so that his turgid cock sprang free, jerking stiffly out to point at her eyes.
Jeanette twisted her neck and bent forward, kissing her way back along from the swollen knob of the boy's hard dick all the way to the base. There, she opened her mouth wide and took one of his balls in his mouth. From the sudden concavity of her cheeks, it was obvious that she was sucking and licking the testicle through the wrinkled flesh of his scrotum--and from the way the boy stiffened and gasped, it was obvious that she was doing a good job of it A moment later, she moved to the other side of the boy's ball bag and did the same to the other testicle. She relinquished it and began flickering her tongue over the underside of his prick, working her way back out to the glans.
Jeanette reached up and bent the stiff prong of the boy's penis downward so that it was almost pointed down at the floor between his legs, and began licking and slobbering up over the topside, pausing at the base to press her lips, opening and closing, against his abdomen through the pubic growth there.
Then Jeanette gripped the boy's dick in one hand, almost as if she planned to give him a hand job. She brought it back up to point at her face.
She leaned forward, lips puckered, and blew softly across the scarlet softness of his knob, the air moving across it suddenly cooling the saliva on the tip of his hard-on. Then she pressed her lips against it in a soft kiss-and the boy's hands came down to twine themselves in her hair at the side of her head.
At last, Jeanette opened her mouth and sucked the head of his prick inside, closing her lips tightly on the depressed ring of the flange just behind the head, on the shaft. His penis trapped inside her, she began whirling and spinning the rough underside of her cock over the knob at the same time as she sucked on it.
The boy's hips were jerking irregularly, his ass cheeks clenching and relaxing. Nickie could see his balls jerking inside their fleshy sack.
Jeanette suddenly opened her mouth wider and took more of his dick inside, till the glans hit against the back of her throat Abruptly, she shifted her position, sinking lower and tilting her head back-then pushing herself up.
The knob of his prick pushed past her tonsils and into her thoat-she'd swallowed it! Every inch of it!
Nickie wasn't quite sure she was seeing what she thought she was seeing.
Jeanette began making the swallowing contractions as she sucked, her throat massaging and closing tightly on the boy's dick.
He began moving his loins back and forth, alternately crushing his pubic hair against Jeanette's nose, then pulling back till again, only the head of his cock was still in the hot, wet oven of the woman's mouth. Then he pushed forward again, cramming his rigid erection into her throat His pace picked up-and Jeanette's own hands came up around the boy's waist, her fingers digging into the pale flesh of his ass cheeks. She was pulling him deeper into her, harder against her chin and nose.
Suddenly, the boy let go a sobbing sound. The movements of his hips speeded up, his ass cheeks tightened- and his legs shook. Nickie knew that he was coming-and . from the way her mother's throat was moving, it looked as if she was swallowing all of it Nickie was almost, but not quite, right. Her mother wasn't just swallowing it-she was sucking each bolt of hot, frothy cream into her stomach, feeling it run down the sides of her throat and reveling in the sensation.
At last the boy was drained. He pulled back from Jeanette, but she held onto the head of his prick an extra split second before releasing it, making the limpened flesh stretch out between his abdomen and her lips like some thick piece of taffy.
The boy stumbled away to one side, placing his spent dick back inside his briefs and trousers, adjusting his clothes.
The next fucker stepped forward-and Nickie saw that it was Dave, Pam's date. He was a big, hulking boy, with long blonde hair that covered his ears and scratchy curls.
He murmured something to Jeanette, his thumbs catching inside the hem at the wide neck of her simple, blue A-line dress. Jeanette reached up behind her, still kneeling, and Nickie distinctly heard the sibilant metal sound of a zipper being lowered.
The upper part of the dress slipped forward on Jeanette, revealing her glorious breasts within the bra she'd worn that night out of modesty-a modesty which, like her resolve, was evaporating like water beneath the hot, mid-August sun.
Dave reached down and put his hands under her arms, lifting her to her feet. The dress slipped down to puddle about her ankles. Already, her hands went about her back, reaching for the snaps of her bra-an attitude that caused her shoulder to hunch forward and her breasts to ,ell up into the bra.
The snaps released, she shrugged her shoulders-and the bra slipped down off her arms.. Jeanette let it drop negligently to the floor, and Nickie knew that her mother was drunk. Jeanette was always careful and particular about her clothing.
Dave opened his shorts and let them fall, at the same time pushing his briefs down over his powerfully muscled legs. His penis, stiff and swollen, stood straight out, parallel to the ground. His cock was thick, almost stubby-but Nickie didn't actually realize how thick until she saw her mother, now completely nude, sinking to the floor in front of the virile young stud and put her hands up on his prick.
Jeanette's left hand fingers reached just past the halfway point when she tried to close them about that log like member.
Nickie's eyes widened. Her mother was bending forward, straining her mouth open in a vain effort to suck in Dave's penis. But the knob was simply too broad, too thick. She had to content herself with licking all over the heavy knot of his glans-but that seemed quite adequate.
"Mmrmrwff," Dave growled, his words unintelligible as he pushed the drunken, oversexed young mother backwards on the cushions. Jeanette let herself slide back gracefully prone, legs wide apart, as Dave knelt between her wanton thighs and lifted them so that her knees were slung back over his shoulders.
Her attitude made the pink gash of her pussy clearly visible through the secretion soaked mass of her sandy-blonde pubic hair-and beneath it, between the twin swells of her full, rich buttocks, there was the tiny puckered aperture of her anus.
Dave took his thick prick in his fingers, shuffling forward on his knees and bringing Jeanette's ass up still higher off the cushions. It looked for a second as if he meant to try wedging the enormous piece of meat into her mother's ass-but-then he was rubbing the wide meat up and down between Jeanette's wet pussy lips and from the way her mother was groaning and jerking, it was obvious to Nickie that he was hitting her clitoris on every downswipe.
At last he fitted the blunt end of his prick against Jeanette's swollen cunt lips. Already she was flexing her hips upwards, trying to get it inside her-but until Dave started moving himself, there was no chance of shoving that wide hunk of maleness into the tight opening, no matter how well-lubricated it was.
He moved forward, pressing his loins towards her. At first, he made no progress-but then Jeanette cut loose a low moan of agonized pleasure as her vaginal muscles gave way and the head of Dave's penis forced its way inside.
Jeanette was gasping, her head rolling from side to side, as Dave continued boring his thick cock into her, driving apart the walls of her vagina. It took almost a full minute, but then- Dave started jerking and gasping himself, for within that already tight stricture, Jeanette was bearing down on her cunt muscles, contracting and relaxing them powerfully. It felt to Dave as if her pussy was a sucking mouth, drawing on his dick, pulling it inward, trying to milk the hot sap from his balls.
He began stroking in and out of Jeanette rapidly, without preliminary strokes, as his own passions suddenly reached the boiling point.
But this didn't leave Jeanette without pleasures of her own.
For Dave's dick was so thick that it hit and flicked and rubbed all over Jeanette's erect and stiff, sensitive clitoral nub.
With every rapid, pile-driving thrust in and out of her noisily slurping cunt, the girth of his cock dragged the clitoral folds of skin down into her labia majora so that it chafed against the upper, broad back of his shaft Jeanette's ass clenched tightly upon itself as the first orgasmic frenzy got to her. She bore down on his penis all the more-and that was the last straw as far as her fucker was concerned.
With a shuddering sigh of surrender, he hunched forward a last time, this time so powerfully that it drove Jeanette back a half-foot on the cushions. He held himself there, his hard, flat abdomen pressed against the underside of her thighs as he emptied his steaming load of spunk into her receptively sucking cunt At last, Dave pulled away. He was drained and spent but even as his limp dick came out of Jeanette's honey hole, it was still broadly thick enough to summon forth still another shiver of pleasure.
Already, the next fucker was stepping forward, this time with pants already lowered so that he shuffled within the confines of the pants and underwear about his ankles.
His cock was at full mast-and as Nickie watched, her mother reached up, arm outstretched and grasped it in one hand.
Then with the other hand, Jeanette waved to the other boys-beckoning them!
They all came forwards, opening and removing their pants. Jeanette, meantime, was turning over onto all fours, pulling the one boy by the prick down to the cushions besides her. From her confused motions, Nickie knew that her mother was actually quite stoned out of her skull-and wondered why she hadn't noticed her mother's drinking during the course of the night But then, all other thoughts were banished from her mind as Nickie watched her mother direct the first boy till he lay on his back, with his dick sticking up into the air-and climbed over him to settle down onto the rigid pole.
She was almost in a catcher's crouch as she bobbed her hips up and down over, the boy a few times, eyes closed and head thrown back so that her hair streamed down her back.
Then Jeanette settled forward onto her knees, one to each side of the boy's thighs, and leaned forward. She reached out to the side and grasped another cock, leading this boy to his knees on the cushion in front of her.
Just as the boy was lowering himself, another boy stepped uncertainly forward, as if he, too, were loaded- and Nickie had to bite her tongue to suppress the shriek bubbling up in her throat Gawd! she thought It was her brother.
Tod leaned down and put his hands on his mother's shoulders, urging her to the side. Dumbly, Jeanette obeyed, reaching out one arm to ease herself over as she shifted her legs to prevent losing the cock imbedded in her cunt She was face to face on her side with one boy's dick pulsing within her quim. Her hand came up and led the second boy around so that his prick was pointing ominously at her face. She stretched her head back and up- and sucked in almost half its length.
At the same time, Tod lowered himself behind her, on his side. He spit into his hand and rubbed the saliva all over the head of his cock. And then he lifted his mother's broad, firm ass cheek, exposing the little puckered ring of her anus.
Tod put the glans of his penis up against the small aperture--and then, grasping Jeanette's hips, he pushed.
"Oooowww... " Jeanette moaned as she felt the anal penetration working into her. She could feel every detail of that hard young penis as it drove farther and farther into the tiny entry way, feeling it all the more for its rubbing against the dick in her twat through the single thin membrane separating the two. The sound she made was muffled somewhat by the cock fucking in and out of her lovely, sucking mouth, but the pain and pleasure was rolling up together inside her, becoming a single emotion of the most unbridled lust and want.
Jeanette jerked back and forth as the two young men fucked her back and forth between them, first the rigid length of blood-gorged flesh driving deep into her cunt, then the turgid meat of her own son slamming up into her ass as the prick was pulled back from her cunt And each impulse of pleasure made her suck the hard penis ever deeper into her mouth, till at last the swollen, throbbing knob pushed back, beyond the curve of her throat and worked down into her esophagus. She gagged momentarily with the suddennes of the lunge, but then settled down to contracting her throat muscles over it.
The other three boys came over, cocks out, after a moment's conference. They arranged themselves so that Jeanette could grip two hard pricks in her hands.
And the last boy stood over the writhing, interlocked quintet, his fist flying up and down over his erecting dick.
Nickie could almost feel the tension in the air. She could certainly feel the tautness of sexual desire building inside her own cunt as she watched-and listened.
For a goodly part of the excitement contaminating Nickie was conveyed by the sounds of the group in the corner of the room. There grunts, groans, gasps, moans, sighs, murmurs and sobbing were a symphonic cacophony of lust-lust that was being sated, drawn upon for pleasure and enjoyment.
The tempo of the humping of the multibacked organism on the other side of the room picked up noticeably. Tod, who was crammed into the most constricted of the spaces, looked as if he were going to explode up Jeanette's ass at any moment. Nickie found her eyes drawn, oddly fascinated, to the incestuous sodomy taking place even as her fingers worked at her cunt through the fabric of her dress and rapidly soaking panties.
But then, the boy getting sucked off suddenly pressed forward, jamming his abdomen hard against Jeanette's face. Nickie could see his buttocks tightening, his balls jerking-and her mother's throat moving as she swallowed shot after shot of the virile come.
It set off a string of orgasms.
Jeanette's hips seemed to pump back aggressively, assertively fucking back at the two boys locked together between her womanly hips.
That was the last straw. Tod suddenly wrapped his hands about her, digging his fingers into her tits, gripping her breasts as. if they were specially designed handles intended to be used as control knobs for just such occasions. He stabbed in and out of her tight asshole quickly-and then slammed his stomach into her ass cheeks, flattening those round, full hemispheres as he began to cut loose up her hot anal trail.
Jeanette obviously felt the enema of jissum, for she began to wail, a single ululating note that rose and fell with each gush of goo into her ass.
The boy crammed to the hilt in Jeanette's cunt felt the twin stimuli of his partner in fucking spasming and jerking on the other side of the thin membrane into Jeanette's ass and her own cunt contractions. The knowledge that the woman's own son was letting loose right next to him inside her was the last straw. The boy sighed, almost as weary, and fired a long, straining, draining burst of spunk up into Jeanette's womb, a douche of fuck that splashed and splattered inside her as if fired from a hose, rather than spurted from a dick.
Jeanette jerked and pulled powerfully on the two cocks she held in her hands. Those two boys, seeing the other's writhing in orgasmic throes, needed little to set them off- and Jeanette's expert ringers gave them much. Their knees shook, their thighs trembled, as almost simultaneously they ejaculated in thick, heavy drops that splashed all over Nickie's mother and the three boys shooting into her mouth, ass and cunt.
The last boy, seeing what was happening before him, let his jaw sag open as he whacked off, his fingers flying over the length of his own cock till he too joined the inundation of Jeanette with warm semen.
Nickie, hand gripped between her thighs as if trying to avoid uncontrollable urination, was flushed about the face and throat. Her fingers had driven the fabric of her panties between the lips of her cunt, and she was abusing her clitoris frantically. Her legs shook, her little ass wriggled and ground against the step on which she sat, her toes curling until with a sudden rush, she leaned back and felt her own orgasm, a relatively weak one, shudder through her.
But as her eyes focused again on the writhing mass of clothed and semiclothed bodies sinking exhaustedly into a single fleshy pile on the other side of the rec room, Nickie knew that she had to move-or risk being spotted.
With a great effort of will, she forced herself to stand on rubbery legs, gripping the railing of the stairs as much for support as balance, and made her way back up into the living room.
As she closed the basement door behind her, she stood and sucked in a great lungful of air, trying to calm herself and catch her breath. She bent at the waist, putting her hands on her knees in an effort to regain her composure- and caught sight of the telltale dark patch over the crotch of her dress. Anyone seeing it would know immediately what the cause was. Unless they figured Nickie had peed herself.
Thought I was going to pee myself, watching that, she thought Jeez!
She went quickly up the stairs to her own room, there changed her clothes-shucking the dress and replacing it with a pair of brightly colored short-shorts that looked as if they'd been sprayed on-and then hurried back down the stairs. Already, Dave, Pam's date, had recovered himself, dressed and was swaggering through the kitchen out to the backyard party and his mystified date.
But what stuck in Nickie's mind, as she went into the kitchen and occupied herself by checking the soft drink supply, was the totally abandoned way in which her mother had surrendered herself to sheer lust. Even to the point of letting her own son fuck her up the ass.
Or had Jeanette even known it was Tod?
It suddenly occurred to Nickie that if liquor had the effect on her mother that she suspected, then Jeanette probably didn't know-or care-the identity of the man attached to the prick she ingested, no matter how she ingested it or where.
You have a hell of a nerve, thinking bad of your Mom for having incest with Tod, she admonished herself, trying to get a perspective. After all, she hasn't done anything with him that you haven't done yourself.
And it was true-and Nickie was forced to admit, especially in the face of her own erotic empathy watching the scene-that at least some of her anger and resentment was based on another emotion, a very simple, basic, and powerful emotion.
Jealousy.
She tried her best to push the entire subject from her mind, even as she saw Tod come up the stairs from the basement, just closing his zipper. She would consider the meanings, causes, problems and solutions necessitated by her mother's behavior the next day, when the shock and impact of the seven-way fucking had faded somewhat.
Nickie closed the refrigerator door and walked on out to the backyard, purposely turning her back on Tod.
She wasn't sure she could control herself.
And she was even less sure whether the explosion that might result from facing up to him would be one of anger, disgust or lust.
CHAPTER FIVE
It could never be said of Nickie that when she made up her mind to handle a problem, no matter how complex or tricky, she could not solve it As soon as she got home from school the Monday afternoon following the party, she immediately swung into action. And as she quickly assembled the vacuum cleaner and started working over the living room rug, she reviewed the steps she'd already taken.
The first-and certainly, the most difficult-step was figuring out exactly what it was that was lacking in her mother's life and thus drove her to wild sex with young men in substitution. Sure, her mother was lonely with her father on the road so much, but then, many other women faced the same loneliness without turning into nymphomaniacs. Or at least if they did ball their brains put, they were relatively discreet about it-because Nickie hadn't heard of them. What did they do to fill the empty hours? And as soon as she answered that, she knew what her mother needed. Other women, when separated from their husbands, hung around together. Bridge clubs, shopping and such. But not Jeanette.
What she needed was some adult companionship of the more conventional kind.
That was where the second stage of the plan went to work.
Nickie was certain her mother would never reach out for adult friendship on her own-not when she could have all the virile, horny young men she wanted. And Nickie had to face the fact that her mother could get just about any guy she set her sights on.
Nickie would have to help, subtly, but positively.
The problem was that Nickie didn't know how to go about it. The solution, desperately clutched at just before last period, was to simply go into the guidance office and ask.
Which she did.
Naturally, Nickie couldn't talk to Mrs. Remanco, her regular counselor, about the sexual excesses that were the immediate source of Nickie's concerns. So instead, she talked with the understanding woman about the other facet of Jeanette's problem-her drinking.
Shari Remanco . was the most popular of all the guidance people at Nickie's school. She was young, slim, brunette, soft-spoken and quite attractive-but in a way that didn't threaten pubescent adolescent girls coming to discuss their most personal difficulties and confusions with her.
And, too, there was a certain aura of availability to Shari Remanco that aroused the boys at school-yet frustrated them Because Shari Remanco was the wife of Ed Remanco, And Ed Remanco was the gym teacher. And football coach. And probably could have qualified as the football team. He was a big man. Very big. And very ferocious looking. And very tough-voiced. He was an intimidating man. None of the boys who had the hots for Shari Remanco dared show it. There was always Ed Remanco.
Mrs. Remanco had encouraged Nickie, drawing her out. And when all was said and done, the sympathetic woman realized that there was little Nickie could do get her mother out into the adult social world and off her bottle.
So, Mrs. Remanco offered to do it herself. Along with her husband. The pretext was to be that they wished to chat with Jeanette about Nickie's career in high school. And Nickie would not, of course, be expected to sit in on such a talk. The perfect setting, where Jeanette would get into a lovely and spirited discussion with the Remancos. And Nickie cast of curiosity about the momentarily strange look in Shari Remanco's flashing brown eyes as hesitation to become personally involved in the life of a student She'd had the Little act all planned and rehearsed for delivery to her mother when she got home-but instead, Nickie found a note saying that her mother had gone into town for a permanent Fine, Nickie decided. When she gets home I'll have the house spick-and-span and dinner cooking. All she'll have to do is dress.
She was just slipping the roast back into the oven after basting when her mother came in.
"What're you up to? Practicing to trap some unwary young fellow?" Nickie smiled. "To tell you the truth, we're having company for dinner."
Jeanette's face grew a Little hard. "Without asking me, first?"
Nickie shrugged. "My guidance counselor wants to talk to you about my academic career or something."
"Your guidance counselor couldn't call me or send me a note?"
"Well, to tell the absolute truth, Mom, I wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. We had our first meeting today and she said the sooner you two talked, the better. And she said the school preferred to have these chats at the students' homes-to give the guidance people an idea of the home environment. So I said, why not come to dinner tonight. She said that on such short notice, she couldn't, because she had to cook for her husband tonight. Mr. and Mrs. Remanco, you know, the football coach? His wife is my counselor."
"Well," Jeanette sighed, "I don't like this sudden initiative-taking without talking to me, but you seem to have everything pretty well under control. After this, young lady, you will check with me first. Understand?"
"Okay," Nickie said and returned to her cooking.
The Remanco's showed up at a quarter to six. Nickie let her mother take over the predinner entertainment while she hurried upstairs to shower and change.
When she came back downstairs, she found the three of them sitting around, enjoying pleasant chatter and sipping tall drinks. Was this the way the Remanco's planned to help Jeanette keep away from booze?
Nickie decided that she had to go along with it, or risk giving away the plan.
"Hello everyone," she said cheerfully, skipping down the last few steps.
They returned her greeting. She noticed the way Ed Remanco's eyes followed her movements, the graceful machinations of her young body within her culottes and loose top. Something about his eyes made her shiver inwardly and she quickly excused herself to tend to the cooking.
Dinner was filled with idle chit chat Tod was off to a girlfriend's house for dinner-that of the little Chinese girl with whom he'd been dancing at the party.
Nickie quickly cleared the table off afterwards, loading the dishes into the dishwasher and starting the cycling, then pouring coffee and serving light danish pastries to the three adults.
"Nickie, do you have any plans for tonight?" Ed Remanco asked in that hard, gravelly voice.
Nickie hesitated before answering, momentarily taken by surprise with his question. What did he mean? Then she remembered the fictional reason for the visit to her house.
"Yes, I was planning to go visit a friend of mine," she lied. After all, I can call Big Vic or just about anyone and occupy myself for a couple of hours.
"Don't be late, honey," Jeanette said warmly.
"I won't" she answered. "I should be back by ten." She turned to the rest of them. "Good night, all."
"Good night Nickie," Shari Remanco said, eyes flickering from daughter to mother and back again. This too seemed strange, but Nickie wrote it off to the deception, the benevolent ruse they were perpetrating upon Jeanette.
"Good night," Ed Remanco said, eyes going directly from her face to her breasts and back, to her eyes again.
Nickie left Jeanette sat in her chair, coffee cup in hand for a moot, staring across at the other woman at the table. All g dinner she had felt a foot plying the side of her leg. At first, Jeanette had responded by throwing cold glances at Ed Remanco.
But about halfway through the meal, she realized that it was Shari's foot A strange thrill of illicit excitement coursed through her. Did Ed know?
He did. And the way Jeanette knew, that for certain was that as soon as Nickie had left the room-and even before the door closed behind her-she felt Ed's large foot moving against hers.
Jeanette looked from one to the other, noting that both faces wore the same, set expression: anticipation of sex.
"What-what's the idea?" Jeanette asked uncertainly.
"Don't try to tell me you're turning chaste on us," Ed said.
"Not after what we heard," Shari added. "What do you mean?"
Ed and Shari looked at each other, then back at Jeanette. Someone's bare foot-Shari's-was moving up the inside of her leg to her knee, then beyond, along her thighs. Jeanette felt her legs trembling. She wanted to close them, to stop this activity-but her body wanted the sensations that might come of it As Jeanette watched, Shari slipped down lower in her seat till her chin was at table level-so she stretch her foot farther along Jeanette's thighs, right up to the inner, upper flesh, so soft and sensitive, leading to her secretion-damp cunt "I mean I've heard all the boys on the football team talking about the party here last Saturday night," Ed said, watching the play of emotion across his wife's face-almost as if he could see her toes rubbing against the tightly drawn material of her shorts as it strained to contain her pulsing pubis.
Jeanette felt the strange, but deftly effective caress. Her pussy lips were rapidly becoming more sensitive, more chafed within the confines of shorts and panties, and the movement of Shari's toes was sending Little pulsations of arousal through her loins.
"Talking?" Jeanette repeated, her mind in a whir. "Party?"
Shari's eyes were fixed on Jeanette's face, watching the interplay of fear, desire, repugnance, lust, uncertainty and passion over Jeanette's features.
"According to what I've overheard in the locker room," Ed continued, sliding his chair back and standing, "you took on six guys at once-including your own son."
"Tod?" Jeanette murmured questioningly. She was being overwhelmed by all she felt-and saw. For what she saw was Ed Remanco's cock, clearly outlined through his stylishly tight pants, bulging strongly down almost halfway to his knee.
No one can be that big! she thought-but then realized that indeed he could. She was seeing the cloth-straining evidence with her eyes. And she remembered a stag film she and her husband had seen once, a spoof on cowboy films, and one of the actors in that had been hung like a horse.
Ed came around to Jeanette's side of the table, his eyes fixed on her lovely breasts as they heaved within her clothing. From his new position, he could easily watch his wife's foot moving against the crotch of Jeanette's shorts -and just as easily see Jeanette starting to squirm. She moved her ass on the chair, her thighs shifting, almost as if she had a prickly heat rash and was trying to ease the 'comfort.
But the rash Jeanette had, while it was one of heat, was of prick heat. And all the squirming and shifting couldn't hope to ease it There was only one thing that would ease the discomfort-and it was, at that moment, less than a foot from her face and encased within Ed Remanco's pants.
Shari looked up past her. Jeanette turned her head and saw Ed nod to his wife.
Her smile spreading, Shari slipped the rest of the way beneath the table. Her foot was gone-but Jeanette gasped in surprise as she felt soft, warm, wet lips moving slowly over her smooth, shapely calves.
"When I told Shari what I heard," Ed said in a husky, lust-laden voice, "we decided that we had to find some way to get to you. When your daughter's turn came up on the guidance list, we jumped on it" The lips were moving up to her knees, and Jeanette felt Shari's tresses brushing against her bare skin. She shivered as she felt her legs pushed farther apart, then let her knees go limp, till her legs were stretched out wide apart Shari continued working over Jeanette's shapely, sensitive thigh flesh, her lips drawing closer and closer to the place where the fabric of Jeanette's shorts seemed to bar further exploration.
But when Shari's mouth reached that point, she began pushing the material back, towards Jeanette's crotch, till it was a wadded lump in the crease between thighs and pubic folds.
Jeanette's hips were rotating on the chair, sharp little movements of irregular lust. The cloth was pressing on the outer edges of her cunt lips, and each shudder of excitement coursing through her with Shari's oral caresses made the blood-swollen labia rub against her stiff clitoris.
Jeanette let her head loll back, eyes closing, and surrendered herself to the sensations. She lifted her feet, probing around with them till they rested on the seats of the other chairs about the table, letting herself slide forward till the full, rich curves of her ass were just barely on the edge of her own chair.
With her legs held up high and wide, with her cunt thrust forward, it was easy for Shari to drive even greater pleasures through Jeanette's soaking cunt area. Shari ran I her tongue expertly along the topmost flesh of Jeanette's thighs, letting her mouth muscle follow the taut line of cloth from Jeanette's now compressed shorts. The licking started high up, near the up side of each lovely thigh, then flicked lightly, wetly, down along the thigh crease to touch and delight the flowing, flawlessly smooth under-swelling of her ass cheeks where they were squeezed down below the coverage of her shorts. Her tongue, amazingly agile, managed to wind its way beneath the fabric and reach down, between those delicious cheeks. Jeanette could feel the warm, wet, soft muscles of Shari's tongue probing between her ass cheeks, laving and caressing both at once, reaching for the sensitive area about the puckered ring of her anus.
She groaned and jerked her hips again, towards Shari, beneath the table. Ed was not idle, however.
Jeanette heard a soft, sibilant zzziiip-and opened her eyes to see Ed Remanco carefully opening his pants and fishing out the length of his cock. And length was indeed the term, for he moved to stand over to her and from her perspective-looking directly .p at it-his prick seemed to fill the room. Jeanette opened her mouth and flipped her tongue out, moving it against the underside of Ed's dick. It was enormous, at least approaching a foot in length, and so thick that even Ed's own big hand could not encompass it singly.
She traced the twisting, turning trail of one thick, ropey vein with her tongue, letting the tip of her oral muscle press it so firmly that his entire cock rose. Ed began to push his hips slowly back and forth, so that the entire length of his dick slid back and forth above her. He bent his knees slightly lowering that massive hard-on so that it sawed back and forth in the cradle of Jeanette's lips.
She could smell the powerful male scent on his cock, the scent of sweat and arousal and piss and semen-and realized that he and Shari must have had a tumble before coming over to her own house, a tumble which hadn't been followed with a shower or even a quick sponging.
Somehow, that excited Jeanette even more, for it made her acutely conscious of the utter degradation in which she was involving herself.
She reached up with one hand and took the thick, swollen knob of Ed's prick in her fingers, closing them over the end of it as if it were a door knob-and in truth, the size wasn't that far off.
Now Jeanette guided his movements, back and forth, up and down, even as she felt Shari reaching up and opening the waistband of her shorts.
Jeanette put her feet flat on the floor, then lifted her lower body-but never, not for a moment, did she interrupt her laving of Ed's gigantic penis. Even when she felt Shari pulling the shorts down over her legs-and her panties along with them!
Jeanette let herself settle back into her chair, savoring the feel of the soft, cushioned vinyl of the seat against her hot ass cheeks. Shari backed off beneath the table, pulling the shorts down and away till they were completely off her.
From the waist down, Jeanette was naked, utterly exposed to Shari's expert sapphic loving.
Again she felt Shari's hands on her upper legs, spreading them apart. This time, Jeanette spread her legs as far as they would go, then hook her feet over the rungs on the sides of the chair.
Her crotch was thrust outward, her ass just barely hanging to the edge of her chair.
"OOoohh, that's sooo nice," Shari cooed from beneath the table. She bobbed her head forward eagerly and began pressing tiny, effective kisses through and around Jeanette's sandy blonde pubic hair.
Ed let one hand dangle down to caress the side of Jeanette's lust reddened face, tracing the line of her neck down to her shoulder-and then working inside the loose neck of her top to move beneath the material. His hand came down and cupped her breast, her hardened nipple rasping hard against his palm as his fingers curled beneath and along the curve of the soft, sensitive flesh of the underside of her marvelously formed, ripe breast Jeanette felt the touch of his hand on her tit, and the rapid movement of Shari's mouth near her pussy, and knew that she couldn't be satisfied with her sexual experiences until she had come under the simultaneous ministrations of man and woman.
She tried to focus on the rapidly moving cock that was receiving the benefits of her vast experience in oral loving, found that she couldn't It simply seemed to fill her range of vision.
Jeanette brought one hand up to press against the back of Shari's head, pressing her the more firmly into her cunt. All throughout, she hadn't yet felt the touch of Shari's tongue or lips directly on her wet pussy-and she wanted to.
With Jeanette's intentions and desires made unquestionably clear, with the assertive act of the woman she was sharing with her husband, Shari finally assented, relented, and was contented to thrust her mouth hard against Jeanette's cunt lips.
Her tongue pressed easily between those eager labia, probing within the entrance of Jeanette's hot honey hole. Shari moved her mouth open wider, then flexed her lips so that her upper hp was moving against the tip of Jeanette's powerfully swollen clitoris. She could feel the sudden, ecstatic contraction of Jeanette's powerful cunt muscles on her tongue and pressed her open mouth the more tightly over the woman's pubis. Shari began sucking against her cunt, and Jeanette's hips writhed and quivered.
Jeanette, meantime, was not content with simply licking and passively caressing Ed's prick-she wanted to do more with it, and not the least of that desire was simply because there was so much more of his cock to do things with! She bent the huge knob down, guiding him so that she was able to put her lips on the tip of it. The glans was so huge that she wasn't able-yet-to take it inside her mouth, between her lips. It simply would not go.
But she persisted, egged on by the knowing tongue of the young woman between her parted legs and the sheer wantonness of the m�nage a trios. Jeanette wet the glans, lubricating it with swipes of tongue across it. She took his huge dick in both hands, gripping it along the shaft and bent it down towards her mouth still more sharply. She opened her mouth as wide as possible, bending her neck back still farther, and stuffed the gigantic head of his prick inside as if it were a huge, soft sausage of some kind.
Her jaws felt as if they would rip apart at the joints. She sucked air through her nose, employing all the skill and expertise she'd worked so hard-and enthusiastically-to gain. At last she felt her jaw muscles relaxing slightly, enough so that she felt able to flex about his knob.
Shari, meantime, had brought one hand up and was beginning to use her forefinger, just the pad, to toy with Jeanette's clitoris even as she continued to dart her tongue in and out of the young mother's cunt.
Jeanette felt the new stimulus between her already shaking legs and began running her depressed tongue over the thick meatus of Ed's prick, working her lips up a half-inch beyond the flange, fastening them about the shaft and sucking powerfully on him. Immediately, his knob pulsed and swelled still more-and Jeanette fought back her panic as it seemed to momentarily cut off her air supply.
But then it shrank back down to its former, manageable size. Determined now, Jeanette managed to stretch her lips forward again, and again sucked. This time, though, the swelling of his prick in her mouth was contained by the roof and sides of her mouth-for his cock head was already pushing against their limits.
When Tom Darcy had chosen the dining room set, he'd opted for the kind of chairs whose backs reclined slightly. They bent back to a sixty degree angle off the vertical, no more.
But in Jeanette's state of mind at that moment, sixty degrees was enough.
She bent her head back, leaned-and brought her; arms around Ed's trim hips. Then, hands digging into the loose fabric at the back of his pants, she pulled him towards her-at the same time as she sucked and swallowed.
At first, it seemed impossible-but then, slowly, the velvety soft, wet head of his dick pushed against the back of her throat, bent downward, compressed under the stricture...
... and slid into her throat.
Ed couldn't quite believe what he was seeing! No one had ever swallowed his joint like this before, not even that skinny little hooker he'd met in New York!
What was still more incredible to him, was the feel of her throat as she swallowed, desperately trying to get more of it into her esophagus. The muscles contracted, pulling him deeper into her-but not completely. Arid then, her body's automatic mechanism's took over, trying to eject the oversized object from her throat by contracting from the bottom upward.
The net result was that, to Ed, it felt as if a tight, wet,: warm elastic sleeve were fitted over his cock, a sleeve that tightened from one part to the other, then back again, in almost violently powerful contractions.
It was painful to Jeanette. The size of his dick far surpassed any she'd taken in her mouth and throat-but she was determined to do a number on his tremendous joint like he'd never known before.
The worst part was past, the fitting of that huge, knotty knob into her throat. From then on, it was a matter of simply continuing to urge Ed closer-and closer-and closer.
His cock continued down the route blazed by his knob, pushing ever deeper into her hot, slippery throat. He looked down at her head, bent back, eyes wide open and staring up at the underside of his member, and saw her lovely, smooth throat working as she literally ate all of it-whole.
He kept feeding it to her from behind. Jeanette was watching the spastic swellings of excitement ripple along the underside of his meat, swallowing and gulping and absorbing ever more of his rigid member.
And then she felt his balls brush against the top of her head as she came to the end-and still she swallowed him. His thighs spread slightly and he lifted his hips to clear the obstruction of her forehead.
She breathed almost frantically through her nose, sucking in shallow breaths, fighting to relax her reflexively closing throat muscles. She could inhale his musky male scent as his hairy balls-still concealed within his albeit sagging trousers-drew closer.
She had all but the last two inches at the base of his treelike prick encased within her straining mouth and throat-and then simply could take no more.
Not from lack of effort. She could feel Shari plunging three fingers in and out of her hungry cunt, feel the young wife's thumb massaging and probing her asshole, feel the tonguing of her stiff clitoral nugget. Ed's balls were draped over her eyes, having worked loose from his trousers, and that only made her want to eat him alive the more.
But somewhere, deep in her esophagus, there was a tightening, an obstructing stricture that would not let the swollen head pass.
Ed reached down and massaged her throat with his hand, trying to relax it. He, of course, was as eager as Jeanette to have his prick totally locked in her throat, and he wanted to ease the way for it as much as possible. But it would not go.
Finally, her mind caught up in a swirl of emotions and desires, her reason clouded by what she was doing, Jeanette pulled him to her with her own arms. Her own violence cut through the haze of lust and surprised her, vaguely-but his dick drove to the roots into her mouth. Her lips pressed against his abdomen through the hirsute growth of pubic hair, moving against his flesh. She could feel the flexible hang of his scrotum, where it joined his crotch flesh, on the underside of his cock with her bent-backwards upper lip. It hurt her, but it was a hurt she had longed for, wanted in a most pleasurable way.
As before, she had the uncontrollable urge to gag, to wrench free and fight for breath. But as before, she struggled to relax and breathe through her nose. It was even more difficult, and she felt as if she weren't getting enough oxygen, but Jeanette was certain that was just her body's paranoid, automatic reactions. She strove to relax...
Distantly, through a light-headed fog that diffused her conscious perceptions beyond the length, the wonderful depth of Ed's cock-food, she heard him saying, "Oh, Jeez! Shari-Shari come look at this, quick!"
The marvelous sensations filled her cunt and clitoral area ceased-and when they did stop, Jeanette became aware of a new tingling, a tingling that seemed to come into her womb from the wrong entry, from her mouth and throat...
"Damn, Ed, I never would've believed it-oh, shit!"
Jeanette heard the excitement, the voyeur's arousal in Shari's voice as if it were from a distance. She felt new hands on her breasts, a mouth working at her nipples, sucking and tonguing and chewing and sending the most wonderful sensations through her.
Ed began moving his hips back, setting off new contractions in Jeanette's throat, internal sensations which were themselves becoming dim and distant and detached from her...
"Are you all right?"
Jeanette's eyes fluttered open. Gone was the straining member that had been "plugging her throat. Gone was the stretching pain of the massive invader. Gone was the need to choke and gasp for air that could not reach her. She drew a deep breath, gratefully sucking in the air. "What happened?"
Ed looked almost abashed, his gravelly voice soft and apologetic. "I think we got a little carried with ourselves. When you took the last two inches of my joint, it must have closed up your breathing apparatus there. You passed out for a few minutes."
She remembered-the smell of him, the weight of his balls on her eyes, the pulsations of his cock down her throat, the feel of his wife's hands and mouth working between her legs.
Her nipples stiffened. She was lying on the Living room door, the carpet prickly against her bare-where had her [clothes gone? Ed and Shari must have taken away her I top-back and ass cheeks.
She felt the light touch of Shari's hand on her thigh again and her legs spread, revealing the sloppy, secretion slimed lips of her cunt-and the wet, glistening tunnel within.
Jeanette and Shari locked gazes for a moment-a moment during which Shari's fingers walked closer, closer-then lighted on Jeanette's pubis. Her slim, knowing fingers rippled across the cunt lips as if she were a pianist riffling the keys, and Jeanette groaned, deep in her throat, at the renewed lusts raging through her oversexed, well-curved body.
Shari slowly let herself stretch out at Jeanette's side, her body uncovered before Jeanette's eyes. Shari was finely made, with lissome legs and full breasts and nipples that begged for attention with every blood-swollen throb.
Lying with her head towards Jeanette's feet, Shari slid one arm beneath Nickie's mother's thighs and urged her towards her.
Jeanette let herself be guided, let herself be led. She rolled towards Shari, finally coming up prone on top of the young wife. Shari and Jeanette simultaneous wriggled themselves into position, so that each was staring into the other's wet cunt, each felt the other's hot breath between her own thighs.
Shari brought her arms up around Jeanette's lovely ass,] pulling her down so that Jeanette's pubis ground into her mouth. Already, Shari's tongue was flicking out to teasel and play over the stiffening bug of Jeanette's clitoris.
Jeanette shuddered as she felt the tip of Shari's tongue] strike her most sensitive, most responsive spot. She! ducked her own head forward and began licking the sides of Shari's thighs. Jeanette was going to provide Shara with the same kind of pleasures and sensations and caresses that she herself had always craved from her own lovers.
Ed sat on the couch, his cock limp and hanging out through his open trousers, watching them-and as he saw the amply endowed young wife getting it on with his own woman, his prick began to enlarge.
Slowly, by degrees, his prick began to swell, to stiffen, to elongate.
He stood, eyes still fixed on the two women exchanging oral caresses on the floor, and shucked off his trousers and shirt and underwear, kicking off his loafer-styled shoes negligently.
Shari looked up at him from between Jeanette's thighs. She saw his prick, standing out huge and formidable over them, and she saw his face and the expression there. She knew what her husband was thinking. They had, after all, done this many times before.
But never with a woman so young, so attractive, or so volcanically responsive just beneath the surface.
Shari lowered her hands to the backs of Jeanette's thighs, spreading them still wider so that Ed could see more clearly the gleaming pinkness of Jeanette's slit, the damp, puckered ring of Jeanette's anus.
His eyes locked, momentarily, on the smaller, more tightly closed nether channel, studying, thinking, considering excitedly the sensations to be found within that channel, the feelings to be fired through his prick when that incredibly small hole was stretched about it.
But he knew that she wasn't ready for such an encounter yet, that she couldn't yet handle his enormous size in that little hole.
And then, of course, he knew-just knew-that Jeanette Darcy had a wonderfully willing, talented, dexterous cunt He watched his wife move into her role of the team play. Shari was urging Jeanette's hips up higher. Bringing the lonely young wife to her knees.
At the same time, Ed got to his own knees behind her. While Shari arched her head up to keep her mouth fastened to Jeanette's palpitating clitoris, Ed took his stiff erection in one hand and pressed the head of it forward, rubbing the glans up and down over Jeanette's pussy lips.
That was exactly what Jeanette had been waiting for, yearning for, anticipating. She arched her hips slowly, so as not to lose the exhilarating excitement flashes that Shari was giving her clit with her mouth, pushing her cunt against the head of Ed's rampant prick, groaning into Shari's twat The vibrations of Jeanette's moan sent shivers of pleasure through Shari's form. She gurgled deep in her throat and intensified the urgency of her mouth's sucking and lickings on Jeanette's love nub.
Ed reached down with his other hand and spread the lips of Jeanette's cunt with his fingers, opening them till he could press his prick head between. Then, at last he grasped her hips firmly in both hands and began driving his cock forward.
For Jeanette, the sensations were wonderful. She felt his huge prick sliding into her, the knob finally forcing past the first inner stricture of her vaginal path.
His dick spread her cunt walls brutally, driving them apart, boring between and refusing to allow them any hope of closing down tightly together as long as his weapon was within. Farther and farther he forced it, I keeping up a steady pressure that pushed the swollen glans ever deeper into the inferno of her honey hole.
Jeanette was rotating her hips ever so slightly, as if to distribute the strain-but that was out of the question, because Ed's tremendous dick stretched every square millimeter of her tight sheath.
He wanted to unload in her, to shoot his wad then and there in response to the marvelous contractive workings of her vaginal scabbard on his piercing member. And this urge was only increased by the way his own wife time and again let her tongue slip up from Jeanette's clitoris to work against the underside of his dick as it slid into Jeanette's tightly stretched pussy.
But he restrained himself-because he wanted to fire his load directly into her innards from point blank range. Ed wanted to run his cock all the way into Jeanette's cunt tunnel till his thick knob was pressed up against and through her cervical opening.
She felt his glans boring farther into her, each new inch of penetration sending added spirals of pleasure and want rippling through her. At first, it had seemed impossible that anything as immense as Ed's rampaging cock could be shoved into her twat without splitting it wide open- but it had fit in the warm, wet sheath between her legs, and it was good to her in a way she hadn't dared hope for.
Jeanette suddenly tensed and gasped as pain shot through her insides. The end of his cock had come to the end of her channel, pressing up hard against her cervix- but still, there was more of it to be cuddled in her slippery chamber of delight!
Jeanette began to lean forward, relieving the pressure of her womb entry-but then Shari, who knew not only the situation, but the feeling, went to work.
She'd taken on her husband's enormous prick many times. She knew what it was like to have that gigantic member crashing again and again against the inner barrier-but she also knew how fine it felt went it penetrated and passed through the narrow opening.
Not only that, Shari got off on seeing her husband's penis sheathed to the balls in another woman's cunt-especially if Shari was sucking off that other woman's clitoris at the same time.
Shari went to work on Jeanette with renewed zeal.
Her lips were clamped over the shaft of Jeanette's clitoral nubbin, and she was sucking on the little bud as if it were a miniature penis. At the same time, she whipped her tongue tip over it rapidly, expertly, sending quivers of lust raging through the young housewife-mother straddling her.
Jeanette, without thinking, started rotating her hips again as the fires of sensuality spread from her clit through her entire pelvic area. Gasping, sucking in deep breaths of air, she began to relax the inner stricture of her cervix.
All the time, Ed was rotating his own hips so that the head of his dick rubbed and massaged the inner barrier. Slowly, deliberately, the little hole began to open, to dilate, spreading wider the iris entry.
Ed and Shari kept up their workings, Shari pausing in her licking and sucking, breaking off from it, just long enough to dart her agile tongue over the underside of the base of her husband's prick and titillate his scrotal flesh.
Jeanette's breathing quickened still more, her hips jerking almost spastically back against Ed's dick as a quick shiver of an orgasm trembled through her. It was only the hors d'oeuvre of her ecstasy, however, wetting Jeanette's appetite so that she wanted more-more- Ed suddenly felt the thick glans of his cock beginning to push through that tight inner opening. "Oh, yes, yes, that's it, just open up your sweet cunt to my big cock, baby, open up and let my big cock go aaallll the way into you."
To Jeanette, though, as he began pushing his dick still deeper into her, it felt as if someone were working a baseball bat into her. She could feel, quite distinctly, every last vein and wrinkle along the length of his prick, distending her vaginal passage as his dick throbbed and pulsed inside her. And she could feel, with equal clarity, the little bumps and ridges on the head of his penis as it drove through her widening cervical entry-port "Oh-oh-Go-Go easy w-with th-that, go easy, easy, ea-AAAAaaaa... " The sound was pushed from Jeanette's throat as at last that huge glans squeezed through her cervix and pulsated within her womb.
Ed leaned back and looked down. He saw that only slightly more than an inch of his dick remained outside. With a last heave, he buried that inside Jeanette's pussy. Then he could see her rich, warm, full ass cheeks pressed flat against his hard abdomen.
Jeanette's knees were trembling, threatening to give way. Shari rapidly wrapped her arms about her thighs, helping steady the young mother. Then she went to work sucking her husband's balls and alternately returning to Jeanette's sweet cunt Ed began to move his prick in and out of Jeanette, tentatively, carefully testing Jeanette's reactions. At first he stroked cautiously, limiting the distance of the movement to just two inches or less with each movement The knob of his dick worked back and forth within Jeanette's womb, while the rest of her cunt was treated to the movement as transmitted by the full length of Ed's massive weapon.
But as Jeanette began to respond to this, as he felt her moving with him, increasing the tempo of her own volition, Ed began to strengthen and lengthen his movements.
When he pulled back again, the knob of his penis pulled back out through Jeanette's cervix, the flange-rim catching at the edges of the irised opening so that his dick was stretched out within her honey hole. At last, the glans popped through. Jeanette groaned at the sensations, clenching her hips forward.
Shari's mouth and nose were bathed in the rich outpouring of Jeanette's inner secretions brought out with the withdrawal of her husband's member. As more and more of his shaft reappeared from within Jeanette's tight twat, shiny and slick with her lubrications, the juices ran down, soaking and over-soaking Jeanette's pubic bush. Shari moaned in pleasure as she tasted the wealth of viscous, fragrant liquid washing over her face.
Ed pulled Jeanette's hips back towards him as his cock slipped out of her. Only the knob was still within her cunt's grasp-but then he lunged forward, burying the length of his penis inside her at a single stroke. His dick head battered through her cervix again. The bony pubic ring at the base of his cock pressed hard against her pussy lips.
Jeanette sobbed with the invasion of meat so deeply into her. She was totally his, to the last inch, completely caught up in the lusts and sensations and pleasures his cock was sending through her.
She began to rock her hips, bringing them forward in time with Ed's outstroke, hunching them back against him, riding the monorail of his thick prick as he drove back into her.
Faster and faster they fucked at each other, small preliminary orgasmic shudders going through Jeanette's body.
Jeanette bent her head down and smelled the thick, womanly odor of Shari's cunt. Her eyes opened, and she had no choice but to see the inflamed, pink gash of Shari's twat spread wide before her, the flesh of her thighs shaking with frenzied need to come.
Jeanette pushed her head between Shari's thighs and began repaying her in kind for the tonguing and sucking and nibbling the younger wife was providing her own twat.
She could feel Ed tensing behind her, his cock seeming to enlarge still more, growing, swelling with her already strained cunt clinging tightly to it. She felt him getting, incredibly, still harder inside of her and could feel quite distinctly, the preejaculatory swellings along the long tube running the great length of the underside of his huge prick. She knew that he was going to come in moments, and the thought of Ed emptying the contents of his tremendous, hairy balls into her, the thought of that steaming spunk firing into her, only made Jeanette all the hotter for her own final peak.
Ed's strokes became faster, more brutal, more demanding. She shoved her ass up at him, meeting his thrusts with her own heaves.
With a sudden grunt of release, Ed ploughed into her a final time, holding her ass tightly against him, her cunt lips crushed brutally beneath his pubic bone. He bumped loins against her, the semen boiling out of his ball glans directly into Jeanette's womb to splash and splatter inside her with telling impact.
His cock swelled and spasmed inside her cunt, jerking and growing, only to shrink slightly and then grow again, truly testing the tight walls of her man-hole.
At the same time, Shari pressed her mouth upward over Jeanette's pubis as tightly as she could while still caught up in the throes of her own orgasm. She caught Jeanette's clitoris between her lips and sucked on it almost brutally, her own nose draped with her husband's giant testicles within their fleshy sack.
Jeanette, in the tide between the twin floods of pleasures, began to shake uncontrollably. All of the strength left her legs and only Shari's embrace of those sleek thighs held her in position as Jeanette's consciousness retreated from the reality of her world for the second time in a single evening- -but this time, it was a blackout of pleasure, of pleasure unbridled that washed over and through and around her and took her totally, first her body, then her mind.
Later, eons later, it seemed to Jeanette, she was aware of Ed's strong arms beneath her, carrying her upstairs. And then she felt the softness of a mattress beneath her, sagging and creaking as she was lowered. Then she was aware of the warmth, the cozy security of something weighty and warm going over her and dimly thought of how considerate it was of Ed and Shari to take care of her like that as she again sought the restful oblivion of unconsciousness. The door was open and the fights were on in the living room. But the Remancos' car was gone and no one seemed around the house. She heaved a small sigh of relief-her parents were very strict about staying out on school-nights^-and headed for the stairs. She'd be showered and in bed by the time her mother returned from her evening out. And she was greatly pleased that they were getting along so well together.
But as she passed the couch, she hesitated. A vaguely familiar odor was reaching her sensitive, upturned nose. It smelled like-but it couldn't be!
But then she saw the dark, damp spot on the carpet near the couch. Nickie went to it, got down on hands and knees with that delicious Little ass hiked high in the air within her short-shorts, and sniffed.
The cunt juice mark had been well diluted by Shari as she'd tried to wash it out, but it hadn't yet dried completely and there was no mistaking the smell.
Had Ed and Shari Remanco left early-after which Jeanette got it on with some young stud? Or had she- could she- Probably. Nickie recalled that strange look on Shari Remanco's face when she'd asked her over for dinner, and identified it Lust.
So Shari and Ed Remanco were in to swinging. The thought was a shock to Nickie-and strangely exciting. Almost every girl in the school had the hots for Ed Remanco. The thought of him working his big dick in and out of her mother on the Living room floor of her own home sent a Little shiver of excitement through Nickie.
She wondered where they had gone. Back to their own house? Or had they already left Nickie looked into her mother's bedroom and saw her slumbering peacefully, in a deep sleep, one bare arm and a breast visible above the coverlet. At the foot of the bed was a little heap of Jeanette's clothing.
She was sure what had happened. And Nickie, as she prepared for bed, wasn't sure how she felt about the new twist.
CHAPTER SIX
Nickie grumbled and tried to turn over on to her side, but the persistent voice and hands wouldn't stop. Finally, she opened her eyes.
"-up, Nickie, we're going to be late."
"Huh?" She blinked up at her brother. "What time-"
"Mom overslept. It's almost eight-thirty."
"Oh, cripes," she moaned, swinging her legs out of the bed. Her naked pussy peeked out from beneath the baby-doll nightgown she wore and Tod's eyes went quickly from their examination of her lovely young breasts through the flimsy fabric of the nightgown to the naked chub of her cunt.
"Forget it," she said quickly, seeing the look in his eyes and the swelling bulge in his briefs. Nickie pushed her brother back from her and stood. "No way."
"Okay, sis, okay," he laughed. "I'm done in the bathroom, so it's all yours." He trotted out of the room and hurried towards his own room.
Why had her mother overslept?
A split second later, she remembered the evidence of sexual partying on the Living room floor and realized that her mother must have gotten the fucking of her life the previous night At least she's playing in her own league, she -thought And then she wondered if Tod had seen the evidence as well?
It doesn't matter much, she thought wryly, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door. She recalled the night she'd watched the drunk or stoned Tod sodomizing Jeanette with the other gang-fuckers in the basement rec-room.
Hmmm-I wonder... Quickly, she finished her morning toilet and went down the hall to her brother's room. He was already brushing his hair, completely dressed. "What time did you get in last night, Tod?"
"I didn't"
"What do you mean?"
"I just got in about an hour ago."
"Hey, what're Mom and Dad going to say about that?"
He laughed. "What are they going to say-my father who goes off on the rod for three weeks at a time, getting it on with who knows how many hot cunts, while my mother stays home and fucks her brains out with everyone that comes along, in any way that'll fit-including getting it up the ass from her own kid." He shrugged. "They're not qualified for sermonizing anymore." And through it all, Tod kept combing his hair. It was as if he were discussing a mundane automobile, or an unspectacular movie.
Nickie just stared, horrified, at her brother-and then whirled and stalked out of the room. She was dressed and out the door within fifteen minutes, not even bothering to stop to eat She had trouble concentrating during her classes that day.
After fifth period, Pam asked her over for dinner. Nickie readily accepted-and when she called home, she informed her mother of her decision. She did not ask. And she informed her mother that she would be corning in late.
Jeanette seemed neither surprised no disturbed at this.
Nickie didn't really enjoy herself at Pam's house. The dinner was chicken liver-which Nickie loathed-and Pam's father kept grabbing Nickie's leg beneath the table. Nickie was not excited by this, or even mildly disturbed, just annoyed, and when he wouldn't take her subtle hints to knock it off, bored.
Her mind was elsewhere.
But after dinner, Pam and Nickie sat up in Pam's room, listening to the stereo and talking, and gradually, Nickie began to relax.
Until she noticed the time. It was nearly ten.
She'd commenced the evening with the resolution to force a confrontation with her mother over arrival time-a confrontation which Nickie would use to make the point of what Jeanette's escapades were doing to her family.
But as Nickie cooled off, she realized that there were other ways to go about it-and besides, she had to rise early, for school. And, there was some assigned reading she simply had to do.
Pam's father eagerly volunteered to drive Nickie home-but Pam caught Nickie's hand signal and said she wanted to go along. She said in such a way as to make it impossible for her father to persist in taking Nickie home unchaperoned, for it would have looked blatantly suspicious. And Pam's mother already looked more than interested in her husband's behavior.
"Hey, isn't that Ed Remanco's car?" Pam asked as they pulled up in front of the house.
Nickie forced herself to look puzzled. "Sure looks like his." Then, as if with sudden realization. "Hey, I'll bet Mrs. Remanco is visiting my mother to talk about my not-so-distinguished academic career."
"Hope not-for your sake." I Laughing, the two girls parted company.
After the big Dodge station wagon pulled away and Nickie was left standing alone and unhappy in her front yard, staring at the incontrovertible evidence that her mother was at it-again.
There wasn't much she could do and she knew it. She could not very well barge in and kick everyone out. And she couldn't very well threaten to bring the Remancos up on charges, because then it would be her word against that of two faculty members-and her own mother.
Not to mention that the ensuing scandal might very well lead to the break up of her parents' marriage.
At that very moment, a fine, light mist began to fall- and as she stood there, it gradually increased in intensity until it was a full-fledged drizzle. At that rate, it would be a cloudburst within a half-hour.
She had nowhere to go but into the house.
The heck with it, she decided. Maybe her very presence could embarrass them into suspending their orgy.
She strode up to the front door and went inside.
And heard a shrill scream.
Nickie froze where she stood, listening to the long, ululating wail of anguish. Where? The basement Not knowing what she could possibly hope to accomplish if something truly heavy was going down, Nickie dashed to the basement stairs, pulled the door open and cat-footed down a couple of steps.
Sure as hell, her mother was at it again. In precisely the same spot as the night when she gang-fucked the boys at the party.
Only this time, it was something else, something a Little more varied-and as she watched, she realized that her mother's scream was not so much a scream of agony as a scream of pleasure...
There, indeed, was Shari Remanco, on her back, naked as the day of her birth. She lay beneath Jeanette in the" classic '69' position, and as she sucked and licked Jeanette's cunt, Nickie's mother was returning the favor-and then some.
But that wasn't all. For Shari had one hand up between Jeanette's thighs as well, and that hand was gripping something, something that was working in and out of Jeanette's twat like a piston moving within a cylinder head.
In and out, in and out-and all the time, Shari was licking and sucking like there was never going to be another chance, tike a starved woman suddenly put at a smorgasbord, tike a woman dying of thirst suddenly finding a lake.
And the dildo itself-well, from what Nickie could see of it, the dildo was a good ten inches long or so, and easily as thick around as Nickie's own wrist She could see the lips of her mother's twat stretched taughtly about the working cock substitute, the way they were clenching and sucking on the rubber dick.
But Nickie couldn't be sure that either the dildo or Shari's obvious feasting was giving her mother such unbridled pleasure.
For at the same time, Ed Remanco was lowering him-self over Jeanette, coming down onto all fours. And in his fingers he gripped the shaft of the biggest, thickest, most massive prick Nickie had ever seen in her life.
It was simply huge. And from the way it throbbed and jerked even within Ed's fingers, Nickie was sure that it was a rigid and hard as a cock could get Shari pulled her mouth away from Jeanette's cunt- without stopping or even flowing the movements of the dildo in and out of the young mother's quim-and mumbled something which Nickie couldn't quite hear.
Evidently, Ed couldn't hear it too well either, for he stopped what he was doing and told Shari to repeat it. "I said, is it good and slick this time?"
Ed nodded, and Nickie suddenly realized that the gleaming on Ed's gargantuan growth wasn't entirely do to excitement He'd smeared something on it something wet and slippery and designed to lubricate that huge bar of blood-gorged flesh and muscle.
And seeing that Nickie realized what he planned: he was going to take the freakishly large dick and shove it up her mother's ass.
Nickie looked from Ed's cock to the tiny, puckered ring of Jeanette's ass and back again-and knew, simply knew, that there was no way it would go in there.
But from the way Ed was positioning himself, it was obvious to Nickie that he intended to give it a total effort For the second time that night Ed put the bulging head of his big prick up against the tightly constricted ring of Jeanette's anus.
As the first time, Jeanette felt the pressure there and immediately, without thought, began trying to arch her ass up and back-yet not so much that she would pull her eager clitoris away from Shari's knowing mouth or remove her palpitating cunt from the dildo Shari was so expertly working in and out of her.
Ed pushed with a smooth, firm, unwavering pressure, driving the head of his cock down and into the channel of Jeanette's ass. She felt her sphincters giving way before the urgent throbbing of Ed's cock, felt them spreading wider and wider...
Then, as the first time that night, it seemed as if her ass could open no farther to him, no matter how hard he pushed or how badly she wanted it. It simply could not be done. She was sure of it Ed wasn't so sure.
Nickie couldn't help lowering her hand down the outside of her short-shorts and massaging her cunt with tense fingers. She could just imagine what it was like to be there, caught between Shari's mouth, the dildo and Ed's gigantic dick.
She realized that her emotions on such escapades were as much arousal and jealousy as anger and resentment and the realization only heightened Nickie's voyeuristic enjoyment of the lugubrious scene before her.
Ed looked down to see the spreading opening of Jeanette's anal pucker. He continued pushing his cock into the. crease between Jeanette's glorious ass cheeks, in his mind already feverishly savoring the wonderful sensations that would run through his big cock once it was within that incredibly tight little nether hole.
It looked to Ed almost as if Jeanette's ass were caving in before the pressure of his shit-slamming penis. Her ass was weaving from side to side, hunching forward in a reflexive effort escape the intruder.
It felt to Jeanette as if her ass were on fire. Her sphincters were driven wider and wider apart She expected, at any moment to feel them give way completely, to feel them ripped apart and then feel torrents of blood pouring out from between the split flesh. And the pain was truly growing so intense that she wasn't sure it hadn't already happened.
But still, she felt more and more of his cock head pressing into her, spreading that tiny entrance far more than she'd ever dreamed possible.
And then the head was in.
Jeanette could quite clearly feel the depressed ring of the flange in the shaft of his penis, just behind the head, as her ass closed down tightly about it, gripping his knob with terrific power.
Ed thought he was going to blow right then and there. The stricture of her ass on him was incredible-and the more so for the way it seemed to pulsate, to clench the tighter on his cock in short, powerful spasms that timed out exactly with the rippling of her gluteus maximae within the soft, luscious flesh of Jeanette's ass cheeks.
Shari knew exactly when the head of her husband's treelike growth penetrated into Jeanette's ass. She felt Jeanette's clitoris swell between her lips with sudden vigor and pulsate there. At the same time, Jeanette's cunt clamped down on the head of the realistically shaped dildo with such force that she couldn't-literally could not-push it back into the young mother's cunt And Jeanette just let her head loll onto Shari's warm, trembling thigh, panting for breath.
But after a minute frozen in this tableau, her ass felt as if it could actually handle the girth of Ed's dick and her hips jerked back up at him. Not much-but with such great stress on it he couldn't help but feel it Shari began running the tip of her tongue over Jeanette's clitoris, loving the taste of the young mother's cunt juice as it flooded down on her, loving the feel of the young mother's hips in her hand as it began to swivel , about the pinion of Ed's dick, loving the sound of the young mother's groans as she sobbed in mixed pain and pleasure.
Ed pushed again, staring in amazement as the broad stump of his dick was slowly absorbed into Jeanette's hot ass. Bit by bit, he fed it into her, swiveling his hips and gradually moving the Living, throbbing, pulsing length of his tremendous cock into Jeanette's fiery anal passage as if he were feeding in a plumber's snake,.
As Jeanette felt that tremendous length of angry, warm meat working into her, spreading the tight walls of her ass as it probed ever deeper towards her bowels, she became aware of a wonderful feeling of tightness, airiness, about her clitoris.
It was due to Shari and her marvelous tongue and tips. They worked back and forth, up and down about her love nubbin, sucking it in and out of her mouth as if it were a tiny prick while all the time her tongue rasped over the hypersensitive tip.
And it was also due to the movements of the artificial dick in and out of her. Once again, Shari was moving the latex rubber penis back and forth, wedging it into the tight stricture of Jeanette's pussy as if she were trying to work a pry into a tight crack.
"Ooohh, Gawd, Gawd, yes!" Jeanette gasped, sighing as the thick, bulbous glans of Ed's dick drove still farther inside of her. From time to time, she felt a twinge of fear at the intensity of her own emotion, a twinge of terror that his penis was too large for that somehow unnatural port She had fleeting mental pictures of herself after he had lodged in entirely inside her ass and then withdrawn it again, herself with her insides torn up, bleeding.
But then she knew that she could, that she must feel all of Ed's ass reamer inside her, buried to the roots, to the balls, shoved inside her till she could feel his hard, muscular abdomen pressed hard and flat against her ass cheeks.
Little explosions of orgasmic pleasure began rocketing through Jeanette from her cunt and clitoris-and then she felt Ed's stomach up against her ass, his cock head pressed to its limits inside of her, and she knew that she had done it.
Ed swayed, slightly, from the excruciating pleasures that were running through his entire frame from the tightness of Jeanette's ass along every last inch of his cock. He'd never felt anything like the tightness before- and doubted that he ever would again, anywhere else. No one had ever taken all of his cock up the ass-but Jeanette had.
He looked down at the separation of her ass cheeks and saw the powerful throbbing and swelling of his own dick almost as if it belonged to a different person.
At the same time, she could feel the workings of Jeanette's ovenlike anal passage all along the length of his dick, squeezing and milking his penis as if to suck the very blood from him through it.
And simultaneously, he could feel the rapid movements of the dildo in and out of Jeanette's cunt. Her twat was compressed by the swelling of his penis through the single thin membrane separating the two channels. He could feel every ripple and projection in the latex cock as if there were nothing between his own dick and the dildo except a coating of lubricants.
But it wasn't yet enough to set him Off. Her sphincters had given up their battle to keep his huge cock from moving, had relaxed and her ass had opened to him without reservation. " Nickie, on the steps, had watched as long as she could her emotions and lusts swirling higher and higher within her. Her fingers worked at her crotch like automatons, moving and fondling and digging-but it wasn't enough.
She had to have a part in the tableau!
Like a zombie, Nickie opened her shorts and let them slide down her slender, sleek legs. She kicked them away even as she let her panties follow them to the floor. Then she peeled off her top, exposing her juicy young breasts with pointed, thrusting, throbbing nipples slightly upturned in saucy invitation.
Nickie stepped down the stairs, heading for the erotic frieze on the other side of the basement rec room.
Ed was pile-driving in and out of Jeanette's gorgeous ass when he suddenly sensed the nearness of another person. He opened his eyes and looked about him-and saw a young, delightfully formed figure, all pale, creamy smooth flesh and light blonde hair. It was the body of a young woman, all softly swelling, nubile curves and invitingly tilted breasts and enchantingly slim waist and deliciously sleek thighs and saucy, almost hairless little-girl like slit of a quim peeking out from between her legs.
"Jeez," he whispered reverently. He realized, abruptly, that it was Nickie-and he knew that she was totally lost in a world of her own lusts.
Nickie came over and stood a half-step from her mother's downcast face, just beyond the wide-spread opening of Shari's legs, almost touching the young wife's curled toes.
Nickie stared down at her mother's head, seeing the sandy-blonde tresses move as Jeanette worked her mouth and tongue over Shari's cunt and clit. At the same time, Nickie brought her hands up along her hips and waist, emphasizing the slender childishness of them Then Nickie let her eyes wander over her mother's sweaty, shiny back to Jeanette's ass and linger on the swelling of Jeanette's buttocks where Ed still toiled his oversized member in and out of the tightly constricted anal entry. At the same time, Nickie's cupped hands came around beneath her own sweet, firm breasts, hefting them while her thumbs came up to massage the aching, throbbing points of her nipples.
Nickie's eyes met Ed's-and he could see the unrestrained lusts working within the young girl.
She let herself crouch downward like a baseball catcher, her legs spreading and exhibiting to Ed the vulnerable, almost virginal lips of her young pussy. Then Nickie put her hands down on the floor to steady herself-and sat, legs spread far apart, facing Ed and Jeanette.
He looked at the little cunt, so openly exposed to him, and all Ed Remanco could think of was what it would be like to have his dick crammed in there to the hilt.
But he was already occupied in another tight hole at the moment. That, however, did not mean that he could not have at least an indirect erotic link-up with the superb formed young woman who was so evidently aroused.
He motioned with his head, and Nickie began working her way forward, towards her mother's moving head. Nickie lifted her legs to rest them over Shari's shins and scuttered closer and closer to the sucking woman who was her mother.
When Nickie was bare inches away from Jeanette, Ed reached out and touched Jeanette's shoulder. She didn't seem to be aware of such a mundane physical contact, so he lightly grasped a handful of Jeanette's hair and tugged, gently, back.
At that, Jeanette looked up through lust-hazed eyes- and found herself confronted with yet another young cunt But this one was so fresh and sweet looking, with just the thinnest line of excited moisture between those tightly pressed pussy lips. This young cunt was that of a girl, just with the lightest downy covering of pale blonde hairs over it, lending it a light aura of glowing sensuality in the dimness of the basement rec room.
Jeanette leaned her head forward and pressed her lips to one slim, strong thigh of the new addition, then began working higher, following her nose to the fresh, warm scent of the newcomer's cunt Something made Jeanette look up though, look up past the flat, smooth abdomen and stomach, look up past the outthrust mounds of succulent young breasts, look up past the throbbing spikes of tiny, hard nipples, look up past the flawless line of throat...
... to find herself looking into her daughter's eyes.
But at that point, no scruple could have restrained either Jeanette Darcy or Nickie. Both were in the tides of their desires, both were caught up in the tangible sexual need permeating the very air of the basement rec room, both were trapped in the swirl of emotions.
Nickie put her hands over the sides of her mother's head and guided Jeanette's face back down between her legs, spreading her thighs still more, hiking her hips so that her cunt pouted upwards towards Jeanette's lips and tongue.
As she felt her mother's face move against her crotch, Nickie let herself slip slowly backwards till she was prone. Her legs, so long and shapely and trim, came up high into the air, straight and tense with pleasure as she felt her mother's lips lock onto her clitoris and her mother's tongue began probing between the elastic lips of her little slit.
As Jeanette's lips began working over the sensory pleasure center of her daughter's beautiful young body, Nickie locked her legs around her mother's head and held her the more tightly to her, the spasms of her own thighs forcing Jeanette's head to move from side to side in the warm grotto between Nickie's legs.
Jeanette, realizing the utter wantonness of what she was doing, suddenly comprehending the total decadence of her position, began to feel the most intensely overwhelming shudders of orgasmic pleasure rise through her.
She felt the dildo working in and out of her compressed vagina. She felt Shari's lips and tongue moving over her cunt and clitoris. She felt Ed's mammoth member working freely in and out of her ass.
And she felt her daughter moving with ever increasing excitement beneath the ministrations of her lips.
Jeanette began to come, moaning and gasping into her daughter's cunt, sending new shivers of lust through Nickie's already overheated young body. Nickie had her own hands manipulating and fondling her luscious young tits, and she too began to let go.
Shari, meantime, felt Nickie beginning to writhe above her, felt the renewed throbbing in Jeanette's clit-and she, as was her own peculiar way, began to come as well.
Ed, however, was experiencing something quite beyond anything he'd ever known before. Jeanette's ass was clamping down on him-but not just the sphincters that were locked so tightly about the broad base of his dick. Her entire ass, the complete length of it, was squeezing down on his prick as if she meant to crush it inside her, to make it as much a part of her own convulsively moving body as it was a part of his.
Ed had to use every bit of his strength to move his cock inside that incredible stricture-but he was impelled by the swelling semen boiling up out of his balls to jet along the long tube running the length of the underside of his cock.
Jeanette felt Ed's come blasting loose inside her, felt his dick jerking and swelling and throbbing powerfully inside her. She could feel every detail of it, every last feature pf that enormous reamer crammed to the roots in her ass-and she felt his thick, hot cream splashing home inside her with a force and clarity she'd never experienced before.
Jeanette came, letting go a long, loud wail of complete abandonment, welcoming the rising darkness that swept over and through her consciousness.
At the same time, she felt Ed's hot spunk, having filled her ass to capacity and then some, crawling back up the length of her anal tunnel to foam out about the mightily stretched entry, there to drip down over his balls and thighs, there to drip down the insides of her own thighs, there to drip down into her thickly matted, thoroughly soaked pussy hair- -for Shari to lick and suck and taste, drinking her own husband's come as it backed up out of Jeanette's ass.
And Nickie was arched like a bow in her own orgasm, jerking and writhing.
By shuddering degrees, they all slowed their movements, gradually coming to rest in a sated, drained, exhausted heap. Nickie was the first to recover, and she staggered up the stairs, still naked, to her own room. There she fell across her bed, too weak to even crawl beneath the covers. Her pert, firm little ass still trembled with reflexive aftershocks from the orgasm she'd just had as sleep took her.
Hours later, Jeanette regained awareness. She looked about her in the rec room and saw no sign that Ed and Shari had even been there-except for the itching dryness on her legs, from her own secretions, and the soreness of her ass where Ed's gigantic endowment had entered her.
It was only as she passed her daughter's room and saw the closed door that she remembered that aspect of it. What have I done? she asked herself, as she staggered to the lonely bedroom that she sometimes shared with her husband, and like her daughter hours before, fell across the bed in exhaustion.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Nickie awoke, and immediately she knew that something was not as it should be.
Her eyes turned towards the clock: quarter after nine. . She'd overslept And then the events of the previous night came back to her. She groaned in anguish. What had ever possessed her to join in the activities? She'd been like one controlled from outside, as if she'd had no say over what she did, as if her cunt had taken control of her body.
She sat up in the bed, found herself as naked as she'd been the night before, the covers rumpled but without having been pulled over her.
It has to stop, she thought. And it has to stop now.
She stood, swaying for a moment and then tried to think over what needed to be done.
Where was Tod?
She went down the hallway to her brother's room and looked inside. There was no sign that he'd returned at all the previous night Where the hell was he?
Shaking her head, Nickie went into the bathroom and quickly sponged her face and neck. Then she went back her own room and put on the long terrycloth dressing be.
Nickie brushed her hair back and fastened it in a ponytail, then went down the stairs to call the school "Attendance office."
"This is Nickie Darcy. I won't be in class today. My mother took sick."
"One moment." Then: "Nickie, your brother came in today." The rest of it went unsaid: "If your brother could come to school, why couldn't you?
"My brother went to school today because it didn't make a lot of sense for both of us to stay with Mom today, and because girls are more appropriate for helping sick women then boys." Her words were bitter. "Check with Ed or Shari Remanco," Nickie added acidly. "I'm sure they'll be glad to verify it" Then she hung up.
She stalked back up the stairs and went to her parents bedroom. Without knocking, Nickie stepped inside and crossed the room to her mother's naked form, sprawled out on the bed.
She looked down at her mother, at the swells of her mother's bare ass cheeks and the redness, the soreness around the puckered, again tightly closed little ring of her mother's anus.
Nickie could see the dried semen from where it had overfilled the capacity of Jeanette's ass and spilled out onto her thighs.
For a moment, she was reminded of the previous night's madness and she stood, hesitant...
There was too much at stake for her. Nickie bent and shook her mother by the shoulder, roughly, demandingly.
Jeanette groaned and rolled over, her breasts moving in their ripe fullness, bearing the little creased pattern of the bedspread. "Huh?"
"Get up," Nickie said harshly. "Get up and wash and get dressed and come downstairs. I want to talk to you."
Jeanette tried to turn over again and go back to sleep. But Nickie wasn't having it. She again shook her mother, this time putting both hands on Jeanette's back and shoving down.
This time, Jeanette whirled over, angry, about to make a remark-but she saw the look on her daughter's face and held her tongue.
"Get up," Nickie said coldly. "Your son didn't even come home from school last night-not that it matters. I'm going to miss a day too. Now get your ass out of the bed!"
Nickie whirled and stamped back down the stairs. In the kitchen, she began making coffee.
By the time the coffee was percolating, she heard the upstairs door close.
Moments later, her mother swept into the kitchen, wearing a simple blue dressing gown. From the looks of things, that was all she was wearing.
Jeanette went into a great flurry of activity, as if trying to deceive her daughter into thinking she was busy.
No chance.
"Sit down, Mother," Nickie said. "I've got a bone to pick with you."
"I'm busy, now, dear. Maybe later."
"Don't hand me that shit, Mother. Sit down. Or else."
Jeanette whirled. "How dare you use that tone of voice with me?"
"Now you cut the crap, sit down and listen to me, or FH tell Dad everything-including last. night" Nickie glowered and Jeanette hesitated.
"And if that isn't enough, Tod will tell him a few things, too."
"Are you threatening me?"
"You bet your ass!"
"Well," Jeanette said smoothly, sitting at the table, T don't see why we can't discuss this like two mature adults."
"What's wrong with you, Mom?" Nickie asked. "Why are you suddenly trying for the town tramp title?"
"I don't know what you mean," Jeanette sniffed.
Nickie waited that one out Finally, her mother caved in. "All right all right," she sighed. "I've just been so damn-lonely?" She said it as if she weren't certain that lonely was the word she really wanted.
"Want to try horny?' "That's part of it," Jeanette admitted, "but not all of it There's more to it than that. Sort of like missing a kind of security from having your father's arms around me and-" She shrugged.
"What's the matter?" Nickie prompted.
Jeanette ht a cigarette. She blew a great dense cloud of blue smoke out over the kitchen table. "It isn't just that" she said finally, matter-of-factly.
"What else is there?"
She took a deep breath, held it, exhaled and then said in a sudden rush: "When I drink I get... wild."
Nickie frowned in puzzlement-and surprise.
"Ever since I was your age-younger, even-it's been the same. If I get loaded, I get turned on. And when I get turned on like that, I'll go with anyone-or anything."
Jeanette looked over and saw the look of disbelief on her daughter's face. "You don't believe me, eh?" . "No, well, I uh, sort of-"
"I lost it when I was twelve. In fact, it was right after my birthday party. One of Ernie's friends had been feeling me up for about six months, every chance he got. Ernie wasn't any slouch about it, either.
"You should have seen me when I was a girl, Nickie," Jeanette continued, eyes distant. "I was built a lot like you, only more so. More tits, more ass, a bit more waist But I didn't have hair or a pretty face like you."
She shrugged.
"But what I had going for me made most of the girls hate me." Jeanette took another toke on the cigarette, then went on. "Anyhow, the night after my birthday party, this friend of Ernie's-his name was Jud-decided he wanted to get me once and for all. He was pretty well loaded. Jud was six years older than me, same age as Ernie.
"The two boys said they'd take me for a ride out to the shopping center so I could spend some of my birthday money on a new record I'd wanted.
"We never got to the shopping center. Instead they took a 'short cut,' letting me have some of the stuff they were drinking. At first, it burned my throat and made me cough and they teased me about being just a kid. So I figured I'd show them a thing or two. I downed about half-maybe a little more of that bottle. It was some cheap wine.
"Hell, I'd never drank anything stronger than cider before then. It hit me like a ton of bricks.
"The next thing I knew, I was feeling all hot and flushed and I felt like I was going to suffocate in my clothes. I loosed my shorts and pulled my blouse out of the waistband."
She stopped and took a sip of the black coffee in front of her.
"Then I started unbuttoning my blouse some, just three or four of the buttons. Really didn't show anything."
She took another drag on the cigarette. "But Jud started putting his arm around my shoulders, then leaning over and nuzzling my ears and neck. It felt good, real good, and made me feel even hotter-and it made me feel all wet and squishy down in my pants. I started squirming around on the seat of the car and Jud started opening the buttons.
"Girls didn't wear bras at twelve then, not like they do now. Hardly anyone needed them at twelve.
"When my blouse got down far enough, Jud just sort of slid his hand inside and held my tit, covering it. He was a big guy. He rubbed his thumb over my little nipples, making them even harder, making them ache even more.
"Then he twisted my head around and started kissing me, sticking his tongue into my mouth and all. He was rough and crude and sloppy-but it wasn't like anything I'd ever done before and it was making me more excited.
"Jud gave me the bottle and made me chug it all down. I was really flying by then, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world for him to have my shirt completely open and his fingers working farther down inside my shorts.
"Jeez," Jeanette said fervently, eyes bright with the memory. "I'd never had any idea what it could be like to have a boy touch me down there." She came back to reality and focused on her. "I mean, it's one thing to touch and finger yourself, but that's nothing like the way it feels when a boy does it for the first time-especially a boy whose older and smarter and handsome and knows exactly what he's doing-and even more especially when it's a boy that every girl in town has the hots for."
She took another sip of the coffee and stubbed out her cigarette, immediately lighting another. Jeanette smoked only rarely, and Nickie had never seen her mother chain smoke the way she was at that moment "Well, he bent down and started sucking on my titties, pulling each boob completely into his mouth. He was a lot bigger than me, and even though I had nice tits and big ones for a girl my age, they were still kind of petite. "But cripes, that felt so good!"
She shook her head as if still amazed at the fineness of the sensations going through her as a result of the boy's mouth on her firm young breasts almost two decades before.
"I was really getting into it-and somehow, he'd gotten my shorts and panties down around my knees. I remembered the way he sounded when he looked down between my legs and said, 'Jeez, Ernie, did you ever see such a cute little snatch in your life?' And Ernie-my own brother-said, 'Every chance I get, I look at the little cunt she's got I can see right through the keyhole in the door to her room.'" Jeanette paused. "It was just at that moment that I realized that the car had stopped, and that the engine wasn't running. I must have been blasted out of my mind.
"We were in the woods somewhere, I think out around Ten Mile Creek in one of those little turn-offs." She sipped the coffee.
"Jud got out and reached in and lifted me up off the seat in his arms-just like I was a doll and hardly weighed anything at all. I could feel the cool night air on bare skin-all over!-and it made me feel wild and ton and ready for anything.
"As soon as he set me down on the leaves, I knew I wanted him to do it-to do it to me!
"He didn't waste any time with it, either. As soon as he put me down, he stood up straight and opened his pants.
"The minute I saw that big thing, I started to get a little afraid. I remembered all the things my mother had told me about letting boys touch me anywhere. She told me it would hurt and always make me bleed and cry and make it hard to walk and all kinds of other bullshit. But it all came back to me while I lay there on the leaves in the night, watching the enormous dick of Jud's bobbing around in the air over my head.
"Of course, I realized after a few months that he didn't have a particularly big penis at all. But for me, for someone seeing an erect, mature penis for the first time, it looked like the leaning tower of Pisa!"
Nickie nodded in comprehension.
"He got down on his knees, spreading my legs apart to make room for him. I remember looking up and seeing him staring right at my little cunt, just looking at it like he'd never seen one before in his life. But he'd already seen more than his share by the time that night rolled around.
"Just looked and looked and looked-like that was all he was going to do, just look. But the more he stared at it, the more it turned me on.
"I started feeling the little urges to jerk my hips and rock them-and the itching from the leaves against my bare as made me move around even more. And all the time, he kept staring and staring and finally, he put one hand down between my legs.
"Gawd, that felt so good, so damned good! I just moaned and closed my thighs around his hand so he wouldn't move it. But he wasn't about to. ] "He turned and looked up at Ernie, at my brother, who should have been protecting my honor and virginity, and said, 'She sure is hot and wet!'" Jeanette finished the cigarette and lit another without breaking stride.
"Ernie just laughed and agreed. And it was true. I was flowing like a river, dripping like a wet sponge. And Jed started moving his hand and squeezing that sponge, making me moan and move and drip even more-and making me want him to do even more.
"Finally, Jud worked one finger down between my pussy lips, and started sliding it up and down in between. I think he knew that it was hitting my clit every time he moved it upwards, because of the way he grinned, sort of crazy like, when he saw my hips and thighs and legs move.
"And then he began winnowing that finger inside my cunt. I'd never had anything in there but my own finger-and once when I tried to see if one of those little penlights would fit in there, but I just bled and got scared from it-and his ringer was thick and long.
"He kept working it deeper and deeper inside me, feeling around the inside of my cunt as it to see what kind of shape it was in.
"I'll tell you, after about five minutes of that, it was in shape for anything! I thought I was going to cry, it felt so good and so scary at the same time. I wasn't sure if it was supposed to feel the way it did or not-but I knew that I wanted him to do more than he was doing. I asked him to put his finger all the way in, to put it in farther, but he just laughed and said something to Ernie about me not having my cherry.
T guessed I must have ripped it away that time with the penlight when I was smaller, but at that point, I could have cared less about the particulars. All I knew was that I wanted something longer and thicker and harder than his finger in me-and that was the big piece of meat he had throbbing between his legs.
"Jud looked down at me with the wild man grin on his face and said: " 'Is there something you want me to do for you, little Jeanette laughed without amusement "He knew damn good and well what I wanted him to do. If he couldn't see it in my face, he could sure as hell feel it from the way my pussy was grinding up against the palm of his hand.
"But he kept working on me with his hand and fingers, working on me and asking me what I wanted over and over again until I was begging him to fuck me anyway he wanted-just as long as he fucked me as hard as he could.
"Finally, he was ready. Jud began to let himself lay down over top of me. He was so much bigger than me that I knew that if he ever lay right on top of me I'd just suffocate. But he didn't Jud knew just exactly what he was doing.
"He held himself up over me on his hands and knees, then balanced himself on one arm and reached down to' bring my legs up around his waist "I did everything he told me, and when he finally put his hand down between us and took his cock in his fingers and put it up against my pussy lips, I started to come right then and there.
"Jud just looked at me, very strangely, as if he'd never girl?' seen a woman come before. Later on I found out that he was just amazed at how responsive I was and thought that ! maybe I was some kind of nymphomaniac or something. "When I calmed down a little-not a lot, but a little- he spread my pussy lips and worked the head of his cock : tight up against them.
"And then he pushed, hard.
"Shit, I thought he was going to bust me wide open. As wet and slippery as I was, as much as I'd wanted him to do it, I'd never imagined anything like it. Not that he had to bust my cherry, because that really was gone. Simply because the knob of his cock was so much bigger than anything that had ever been in my cunt before.
"My cunt had hardly ever been stretched-and here was this horny eighteen-year-old boy shoving a fully erected cock up into it "The wildest part was that after about ten seconds, I [ really started to get off on it. It was wonderful! It was terrific! It was the wildest most pleasurable thing I'd ever experienced in my life!
"And there was more to come!
"Jud started working the whole thing into me, the head I of his dick pushing deeper and deeper inside me. I could [ feel every detail of it as it pushed up into me-and it felt wonderful! I never wanted it to stop!
"When he reached bottom, I felt his balls swing up to I bump into my ass and the base of his cock was right up I against my pussy. I didn't have any hair on it then, none I at all, and his abdominal wall was pressed right up against I my clitty, too.
"He pulled it out, all but the head, and then he I crammed it right back inside. Jeez, it was terrific. Just the J way he knocked my breath away when he slammed down on top of me was enough to set me off, but when I felt his prick, so hard and long and slick and hot, pushed all the way inside me-!"
Nickie found it difficult to believe that this was her mother talking to her-difficult, until she recalled what she'd seen her mother doing so indiscriminately with so many different young men in the last weeks.
"It got so I could hardly stand it-and then I felt him shooting inside me, all hot and thick and gooey!
"He slowed down, and I could feel his dick getting all little and shriveled inside me. That felt sort of good, too. Finally, he just lay on top of me, all heavy and limp.
T started to get this funny warm feeling down there around my cunt, the way I always did when I touched my clitty. So I pressed up tight against him-and just like that, without any other warning, I came. When it was over, I just kept right on hanging on to him-and I came again."
Her mother lit another cigarette. Nickie waited.
"Finally he got up off me-actually, he uh, just sort of rolled away-and I lay there on the ground. My brother, Ernie, stood there, looking over my body, not saying anything.
"I was still hot though, I wanted more, and I was digging my hands down between my legs, squeezing my pussy lips and playing with my clitoris and shoving my fingers up inside my cunt " 'Please, Ernie, please,' I whispered to him. I didn't know what he was waiting for. I could see the big bulge in the front of his pants where he was all turned on and I knew he wanted me.
"But when I begged him to-that was all he needed to hear. Ernie opened his pants and dropped them, then pulled down his shorts-and there was that big cock of his.
"I could hardly wait. Even as he started to lower himself between my legs, I reached up and grabbed that thick penis of his, pulling him down to me even faster.
"Damn, his prick was thick! I couldn't even get my fingers around it. But even so, I wanted to have that big thing stuck into my little box. I was hot for cock, there weren't any two ways about it! And the more, the bigger, the harder, the hotter, the better!"
She stopped, dragged a long toke on the cigarette, then continued.
"At first, we hardly could get the head of his dick in between my pussy lips. I was so small and he was so big! But then Ernie grabbed my hips and pushed at the same time as he pulled my hips-and just the knob of his dick sort of popped inside.
"I thought it was going to split me in half! As soon as he felt the head go in, Ernie got his hands underneath my ass and squeezed my butt, squeezed it hard. Then he let himself down and started driving the rest of his prick up inside me.
"I thought it would never be completely in. More and more of it went inside me, and for the first time I realized, really, that Jud's dick was just about average in size, that it was not the gigantic penis I thought it was. Ernie's was the big one, the monster, the one that was oversized.
"He kept shoving that thing into me, and I started to get a little afraid. I thought that it was going to go all the way up through me, right through my womb and into my stomach. There was so much of it!
"And then I felt it hit something inside me. Now I know that it was my cervix, but then I didn't, and it sort of scared me-but at the same time, it felt good in a strange way.
"I put my hand down between us, right at my cunt, and I could feel that there was still more than an inch to go.
"When I thought about what was happening to me, when I thought about having all that cock buried inside me, all of his virility trapped in my tight cunt, I started to come a little bit. I arched up beneath him, and the last of his prick popped inside me, the head of his cock slipping past my cervix and into my womb.
"Cripes, I thought I was going to lose my mind! I could feel that long hard thing all the way up inside me, throbbing and pulsing and it made me sort of crazy. And I could feel the bony ring around his cock pushed up hard against my clitoris and that didn't do anything to make me less excited, let me tell you!
"Then he started pulling back out. At first, I thought he was going to pull my insides out with it-especially the way my cervix had tightened up around the shaft of his dick. I could feel the head of his prick caught inside it, his shaft stretching out inside my tunnel.
"All of a sudden, it sort of popped loose inside me and he came back all at once, almost coming out of me completely. But then he started pushing it back into me, real slow, and I came.
"He liked it when I came, I could tell by the way he gasped and shuddered, sort of, and the way his dick swelled and got even harder inside me. But he didn't back off any, not Ernie! He just kept throwing it to me, pressing hard until his dick was pushing through my cervix again.
"This time I tried to relax-and it was sheer bliss when it went in there! I came again-and again. Ernie started working in and out of me, pumping his dick inside my cunt like he was trying to bring up a gusher-and he sure did, because I started coming and coming like I was never going to stop.
"Finally, Ernie got off, coming with the head of his dick right inside my womb, that big cock shaft of his swelling each time he sent another load of his jissum into me. And I could feel every spasm, because my cunt was locked around him like a vise.
"Feeling Ernie coming in me, feeling his hot stuff hitting deep inside me, that set me off again and again. It was like I was coming for each time he shot-and he shoots a lot!
"Ernie started to get limp inside me, to shrivel up the way Jud had. As his cock got smaller, it shrunk back through my cervix, still dribbling inside me.
"He rolled off me, pulling his shriveled penis out of me-and even that felt good!
"Ernie was lying on his back, gasping for breath-and I was still hot for more prick. I kept digging my hands up into my twat, trying to make myself come again. I just couldn't seem to stop.
"I looked up, and there was Jud, just standing there with a shit-eating grin on his face. 'Please, Jud, do it again,' I pleaded, but he just laughed, and then Ernie started laughing too."
She stubbed out the butt and lit yet another.
"Finally, they got me packed back into the car. We went to the shopping center and the two of them left me in the car while they went in and bought the record I wanted. And a couple of others, I'd wanted.
"The next night, Ernie and I were alone in the house and he rucked me a couple of times, then he called Jud and the two of them fucked me at once-Jud up my ass and Ernie in front. I was sure they were going to kill me, especially when I felt Jud's prick stretching my anus-but when they got moving inside me, I started to get with it and I must have come a dozen times in a half hour. But after that, I was weak for four or five days, couldn't do much but eat and sleep, and everyone thought I was sick or something, so we decided that was going to be the end of the multiple games for a while.
"But only for a while. Because Ernie kept fucking me every chance we got, and Jud, and they talked about it and pretty soon, it wasn't unusual for me to get it on with three or four different guys in one day.
"And every time, it was always the same thing. All a guy had to do was get me a little high, juice me up just a little bit, and I'd fuck everything in sight."
She looked at Nickie. "It hasn't changed, either. Oh, I've stayed away from the booze almost all the time your father and I were engaged and married, but lately I've been getting so damn lonely, and a drink seems to make it easier to take.
"The only trouble with that is after a while, the drink gets to be two drinks, and then three, and then I start getting sloshed again and... " She shrugged. "You know what happens then."
"Were you loaded the night you blew Rod on the living room couch?"
"You know about that?"
"I watched it from the. stairs. You guys thought I was still looking for my bathing suit or something."
"Yes, I was drunk that night. And the afternoon you came home late, I think it was the first day of school-"
"When Rod fucked you up the ass and shoved the handle of the pool cue up your cunt? Yes, I knew about that, too." Nickie reached out and took the cigarette from her mother's fingers, took a drag and then stubbed it out Her mother stared. "When did you start smoking?"
Nickie shrugged. "Everyone's tried it by the time they're my age. You know where your son is?"
Jeanette frowned, then shook her head.
"He's at school. You know what time he got home?"
Again Jeanette shook her head.
"He didn't."
"I think Tod is. due for a good talking to," Jeanette pronounced.
"Forget it. Hell laugh you right out of the room. For one thing, he knows about your escapades. And for another, he fucked you up the ass the night of the parry here."
"What?"
"That's right. Your own son. Right up the ass-at the same time as you took another guy in your cunt, blew one and jerked off one with each hand. And another guy-no, two of them-and two other guys jerked off onto you. Swell party, eh, Mom?"
Nickie reached over and took a cigarette out and left it dangle from her lips, then lit it "I'll tell you something. Tod doesn't have any respect for you or anything you say-not now. And he's even of the opinion that Dad probably fucks his brains out with every cunt he finds on his business trips."
"That's ridiculous. Your father would never even look at another woman. We have too much we've shared, too much to lose. He'd never do it."
"He probably thinks the same thing about you."
Jeanette's expression grew momentarily concerned, then hardened in certainty again. "No, he would never do it He knows I wouldn't be able to stand it if he ever went with another woman."
"Even though you don't mind going with other men. And fucking your own son. And sucking off your own daughter."
"Then that wasn't just a dream was it?"
"You bet your community ass it wasn't a dream. Now what are you going to do about all this?"
"Do? What do you mean? What is there to do?"
"Shit," Nickie said angrily. "For starters, how about dumping all the booze in the house. And for another, how about going to work on Dad to move to another town? Your reputation is all over the school by now, and it won't take a hell of a long time to go further than that. It's just a matter of time till Dad finds out. And then what are you going to do?"
"Well, I'll-uh, well, er-"
"Right You won't be able to do anything except wish to hell you'd done something about it before then. Not what are you going to do about it?"
Suddenly, Jeanette flared. "Wait just a goddam minute! Who the hell do you think you're talking to? Just who the hell do you think you are?"
"I'm your daughter, and I'm part of this family, and I'll be damned if Fm going to sit by and idly watch you fuck your brains out with every stray cock and half the bisexual cunts that come down the street. And I'm not going to sit by and idly watch you fucking your son-who just happens to be my brother-into a little shit head! And I sure as hell am not going to sit by and idly watch you fuck up your marriage to my goddamn father and watch my family break up-not just for a couple of bottles of booze and your lack of self-control!"
"Well, I'll just do whatever the hell I want to do!" Jeanette shouted, standing abruptly.
"You do and I'll make you regret it like you've never regretted anything in your life."
"I'm starting regret my second child!"
"Well, at least if I was a boy, I could be a genuine son-of-a-bitch, couldn't I?"
"You watch your mouth!"
"Fuck off! Either you straighten yourself up or I'll-"
"You'll what?" Jeanette challenged, standing in the kitchen doorway, hands on hips. Contempt and anger was written all over her face.
"I'll tell Dad what you've been doing!"
Jeanette's face showed a moment of fear and uncertainty at that-but then it was again replaced with defiant, churlish anger.
"He'd never believe you!"
"I'll make him believe me!"
"How?"
"Don't push me, mother!"
"I'm pushing you. How are you going to make him believe you, you jealous Little snip!"
Nickie began clearing the table, saying nothing.
"How are you going to make him believe you?" Jeanette demanded again.
Nickie continued to ignore her.
"Hah! You don't have any fucking idea how to convince him." Jeanette whirled and stalked out of the kitchen. She was wrong.
Nickie had an excellent idea of how to convince her father. An excellent fucking idea.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jeanette dressed and left in a hurry, leaving rubber squeal marks in the driveway and the street as she sped off. Nickie had no idea where she was going or for how long-and she did not want to speculate on it, either.
It was nearly three-thirty when Tod returned from school and still, Jeanette was absent He slammed into the house and hurled his books angrily onto the living room sofa, then proceeded directly up the stairs-three at a time-to his room.
Another door slam Nickie was only a few seconds behind her brother going up the stairs. She knocked lightly on his door.
"Who is it?" he demanded.
"Your sister, Grumpy. I want to talk to you."
"Well, I don't want to talk to you-or anyone else. Leave me alone!"
"Don't pull an attitude on me, buster, or I'll make you good and goddam sorry! Now open the door!" She was not in the mood to be the object of whatever frustrations Tod felt impelled to vent "Is it important?"
"If it Wasn't, I'd have told you to stick your head up your ass five minutes ago!"
"All right, all right, if it's that important... " he grumbled. The door was unlocked and then opened. Tod stood there in his bathrobe. Clothes were strewn all over the room and it was obvious that he was getting set for a quick shower.
Nickie walked past him and sat on the edge of his bed.
"What do you want?" he demanded.
"Tod," she began slowly, having rehearsed what needed to be said in her mind all day, "I know how you feel about what our mother has been doing, but-"
"Look, cut the crap and tell what you want, will you?"
She took a deep breath to calm herself. Her sweet young tits strained at her top and Tod's eyes went to them momentarily and then flickered back to hers.
"We have to do something about her, something to make her stop all this-"
"Fine, I agree, but what?"
"You agree?" she asked, stunned. This was the one thing she hadn't expected to hear from him.
"That's what I said, isn't it?" he said irritably. "Now what do you trunk can be done?"
She shook her head, as if to clear it "Tod, I don't understand. What's got you so worked up? And why are you so ready to go along with-"
"I'll tell you why," he spat "It's ah over school is why. About her and the guys at the party. About her and that guy from Caspers Corners, that Rod, or whatever the hell his name is. And it's most especially all over school about the way she took me on up her ass. And you know what that makes me, what they call me?"
Nickie shook her head, unable to speak. She could hear the sheer misery in her brother's voice. "They call me a mother fucker, a mother-ass-fucker.
And ifs true!" He slumped down into the chair beside his bed. His robe flapped open and Nickie could clearly see his penis. He didn't seem to notice the show he was giving her-or if he did, he didn't care. "Shit, Suzette won't even talk to me, not after she heard about that."
"Who's Suzette?"
"Remember that little Chinese girl I was dancing with at the party?"
"Oh."
"She's an exchange student." He sighed heavily. "Now what do you think we can do to stop our loving mother from being quite so loving?"
"I think there's only one thing that'll snap her out of it," Nickie said. "If she finds Dad with another woman."
Tod snorted. "Forget it. I didn't really mean what I said the other day, you know. I was just mad. But let's face it, he's not going to play around with another woman. Not with such a hot piece of ass at home. Remember the night we watched them through the window of the basement rec-room? I do."
Nickie wasn't about to forget it very soon, herself. It had, after all, been the first night she had a man's cock inside her-Tod's cock. Remembering it, a little chill of excitement went through her. Her nipples began hardening, thrusting against her top, clearly limning themselves through the fabric. Tod's eyes again moved to them, then snapped away back to her face.
"He's not going to chance losing what he has here," Tod said. "Hell, he won't even put himself in a position to be tempted. He won't talk about it, but I happen to know that Mrs. Norfius, that sex cart down the road, tried to put the moves on him when she moved in. He came out of there like a bat out of hell. No way we can set up a situation where he would be seduced-let alone do it somewhere that Mom would be sure to find them."
"Oh, yes there is," Nickie said positively.
"Where? How?"
And she told him.
After listening to him for a while, Tod whistled and shook his head. "Look, sis, I know you could do it I know the way you work. But how will that seal it up? How's that going to make it sure that it works?"
Nickie noted how her brother's prick was stiffening, growing between his legs. He was getting excited listening to her-just as she was getting excited, talking about it And seeing that rigid male member just a few feet away from her did nothing to ease her heat "That's where you come in," she said, and told him the second half of the plan.
"Wow," he said when she was done. "Wow."
"Timing is the essential thing, though, so no matter what happens, everything has to be timed right"
"I guess so," he said appreciatively. "Okay, now when do we go into action?"
Tod had thrust his hands deep into the pocket of his robe, and Nickie could see him touching and rubbing his cock and balls. She squirmed on the bed as if sunburned. Her pussy was soaking wet and beginning to throb, her cunt lips swollen. She wanted to get off-but wasn't sure that this would be the right time to make a pass at her brother.
"Dad's due back today, right?"
Tod nodded. "Yeah, that's right He said he'd call when he boarded his flight"
"Then we go into action tonight."
"So soon after he gets home?"
"Definitely," Nickie said, standing. "For one thing, hell be horny as hell, so that'll make it a little easier. For another thing, Mom will be nervous. It'll be easier to get her drinking. And then, if we get everything out into the open tonight, at least he won't be hearing about it for the first time from someone else-and it'll be that much sooner he can start doing something about it."
"Fine," Tod said. "Tonight it is." His dick gave a little extra upward flip.
"Ill see you later then," Nickie said. She turned and walked out of the room. Tod watched those lithe little buttocks, so tightly molded with her shorts, as she walked out of the room and his prick got all the harder.
Nickie went into her room and closed the door behind her. Almost immediately, she began taking off her own clothes. She was unsure whether or not to whack off once or twice before going about her plans for the rest of the afternoon. She was only sure that the little knot of familiar tension between her legs, deep in her cunt, was getting increasingly urgent and she wanted to get off.
What she needed, she decided, was a good, hot bath. That would help her unwind and get her mind of all the plans and schemings and...
Clad in her shortie terrycloth robe, Nickie bent over the tub and twisted the faucets without hesitation. She knew exactly what settings were most comfortable for her. The bathroom was still steamy from the shower her brother had finished just moments before.
Something made her twist her head-and there was Tod, standing in the bathroom doorway, admiring the unobstructed view afforded him of his sister's delightful ass and succulent Little cunt as the robe hiked up with her position. Calmly, Nickie finished setting the faucets and then straightened, tarring to face him.
Tod still wore his robe, but there was a most conspicuous bulge in the front of it She just stared at him, waiting. Finally, he said, "Got to get something I forgot" He opened the medicine cabinet, removed a roll-on deodorant, then grinned at her with an appraising glance and walked out.
Nickie closed the bathroom door and stripped off her robe, then lowered herself into the tub. The hot water caused little goosebumps to grow all over her smooth flesh, and her nipples throbbed powerfully.
"Ummmm," she hummed. It felt so good to have that steaming hot water washing all over her, soothing the tensions from her slim body.
She looked down at herself. Only her toes, slightly bent knees and nipples broke the surface of the water below her neck. Her nipples bushed through the surface as if in miniature imitation of undersea mountain tops reaching the waves above to become islands.
She let her hands slide smoothly over her flawless flesh then tightly cup the underslopes of her firm young breasts. Her fingers moved upwards, cupping her tits, then to the top of them where she squeezed those twin mounds of sensitive flesh. Her twat tingled in response to her auto-erotic caress and she spread her legs a bit more, as though in anticipation of a lover's rigid member.
Nickie closed her eyes and let her head loll back on the lips of the tub, savoring the touch of her own hands on her skin, inhaling deeply the moisture laden, steamy air of the bathroom. The tempered safety glass doors of the tub were streaked with beads of water that had condensed and gravity tugged, rolled downward.
She wasn't even aware that her brother had entered the bathroom till the shower door rolled softly backwards, slowly opening, rolling silently on its ball bearings.
She had her hands moving down towards the yearning little slot between her thighs, wishing that it was a man's hands making her ever more ready, when she opened her eyes and saw her brother leaning in through the opened door and watching her.
She didn't really want to protest or object What he wanted was made clearly evident by the stiffly throbbing shadow jutting out from his groin against the glass door. And, by fortunate coincidence, it was also precisely what she wanted at exactly that moment.
Nickie just closed her eyes and made a deep, throaty sound.
Tod eased himself in through the door and stepped into the water between her calves. He was naked, and when she half-opened her eyes, his dick was thrusting out towards her as if to take aim.
Tod lowered himself slowly down towards her, his hands coming out to rest on the sides of the tub to either side of her head. Her eyes were still closed, but she could feel his legs brush down between hers and the water rising about her.
He was on hands and knees over her when he turned his head to one side and nibbled gently at her shoulder, near the spot where her neck joined them. Nickie drew in a sharp breath and her breasts heaved up through the deepening water, as if to offer themselves to her brother's willing hands and lips and mouth.
Tod took that offering, moving his face down to her sweet tits. His lips moved over them, exploring and tracing the swelling mounds, finally coming to rest over each nipple, sucking it and whipping it with his tongue and gently nipping each in turn.
Nickie shuddered and spread her legs still more. Her feet pressed outward against the insides of the tub walls.
Tod's busy mouth was sending thrills of pleasure coursing through her slim, perfectly formed young body. Her feet slid up the sides of the tub and found a resting place on the tub lips near the wall on her left and the over the track of the open door on the other side.
Tod's hand had moved down over her tiny, flat stomach and abdomen and were moving expertly between her thighs, taking their pleasant toll in the almost completely hairless grotto of her sex. His fingers were tracing and exploring the blood-swollen folds of her pussy flesh and lips, and then one finger was insinuating itself into the constructed passage of her vagina.
She felt the invading digit move inside her, first to the knuckle, then all the way. His palm came up flat against her pubis, rubbing her clitoris. The stiffly erected little nub was so swollen and sensitive that his first touch sent a small shiver of arousal through her.
Then Tod's hands came away from her cunt and went to her hips. He was shifting himself at the same time as he lifted her girlish, almost childlike hips.
Tod shuffled his legs forward until he was up on his -knees between her legs, then eased himself forward till his thighs were beneath her ass. Only then did he lower her, and as she came down, she felt his stiff penis pushing at the entrance of her tightly closed little cunt Tod reached down and took his dick in his fingers, twisting it to bring it into alignment with his sister's sweet quim. Her pussy lips were pressed the more tightly together in reaction to the hot bath water, and Tod had to reach down with his other hand to manually spread the sensitive folds of flesh.
The knob of his cock was fitted between her outer lips. Tod tensed, putting his hands down to Nickie's hips-and then he drove himself forward and up.
At first, his prick made no progress at all. He was coming to understand the basis for the expression, "Tighter than fish pussy."
But he was as determined as he was horny-and Nickie was twisting her hips every which way in her own eagerness to get possession of her brother's rigid penis. He kept pushing, driving his hips forward.
Slowly, the head of his cock pushed apart the inner lips, and then finally began squirming inside her constructed burrow. Nickie sighed, deeply, as she felt his glans go into her, because she knew that the hardest part was over.
Sure enough, the rest of her brother's hard stake impaled her with relative ease, sliding quickly home in her well-lubricated channel. The water in, the tub sloshed and rippled high about her neck, washing up to dampen her hair and cheeks, echoing the movement of her brother's athletically slim hips as he worked back and forth, up and down, in and out of Nickie's tight slot.
At the same time, the water was also moving her prone body back and forth, gently lifting and dropping it. It was as though a third set of hips was with them, moving her around the pinion of her brother's dick so she could feel it all the more.
Nickie was close to coming. Her autoerotic caresses had already aroused her always smoldering passions to a fever pitch, and Tod's unexpected-if welcome-intrusion was merely the spark she needed to set herself off. And then, too, there was the novelty of doing it in the bathtub, feeling her brother's sturdy dick moving inside her as the water swirled about them . Tod had his eyes closed, his mouth hanging open. Nickie could tell that her brother was nearing his ejaculation from the tension in his thighs beneath her tight little ass, from the strength of his convulsive grip on her hips and from the way his cock seemed to be swelling still more inside her.
Suddenly, he pressed up tight between her legs, his prick buried completely inside her, to the roots. His hips vibrated against her spastically, irregularly, battered his hard pubic bone against her soft, exposed clitoris. She felt his coarse hairs, made the more scratchy by the water, rubbing against the tip of that Little shaft of sensitive, nerve covered erectile tissue, and she began clenching her vaginal muscles down on him in powerful contractions as her orgasm began to rise through her slender form Nickie tensed every muscle in her body, her legs straightening. She arched herself up at Tod, nearly pulling herself off his dick, but Tod pressed her back down and pulled her the more tightly to him as he finally began to unload inside her soft, sweet snatch.
He groaned and seemed to go limp through his upper body as he poured his juice into her with great, rolling spasms of liquid lust. Nickie could feel the stuff spurting inside her, and as always, the sensations of a man's thick, hot creamy come shooting home into her womb and cunt sent her off in an explosive paroxysm of pleasure.
She writhed and wriggled in the water like a pale serpent, sinuously bucking and shuddering through the length of her almost childlike form as the. blast bit her. The water in the tub sloshed and frothed, splashing over the sides onto the bathroom floor and lapping up onto the walls-just as her brother's hot spunk was doing, frothing and splashing inside her.
Tod's spurtings slowed and stopped as the last dregs of the spunk pent up in his virile young balls shot forth. His cock shrank out of his sister's tight, still constricted quim. He looked down at her, saw her sucking deep breaths of the steam-laden air, and was suddenly filled with a great warmth towards his little sister.
His eyes went to her breasts, and for a dozen breaths he simply watched them heave through the water, snowy mounds firm-soft delight, pink spike tipped, moving like tender animals through the water, She fluttered her eyes open and looked up at him.
Coyly: "Was that good?"
"You bet your sweet ass it was. No one is as good as you are, sis."
"Not even that Chinese girl?" Teasing. Blushing: "Well, uh, she's-"
"Out with it"
"She's a little tighter than you are, but she isn't as, uh, well, uninhibited, you know."
"Uh-huh." She ran her hands up over her flat, smooth belly and lightly cupped her jutting breasts in her fingers, closing thumb and forefinger over each pink spike, tweaking and pulling on it Tod looked like he was going to drool. Suddenly, she stopped, her expression became all businesslike. She eased herself up to a sitting position, facing her brother so that pink slit of her again sealed pussy was a taunt to him. "Okay, brother, out. I have to wash up and get ready for the main event tonight."
Grumbling, his penis stiffening again, Tod nevertheless complied and stood. He stepped out of the tub and then looked down on her with a knowing, lecherous grin.
"You can't kid me, sis. I know you too well."
"Kid you about what?" she asked, genuinely puzzled.
"About tonight"
"What about it?"
"You're looking forward to having Dad fuck you." And then he darted out of the bathroom before she threw the back scrubbing brush at him.
CHAPTER NINE
It was barely an hour later when the phone rang. Nickie burst out of her room, loosely wearing a towel and sped down the stairs to take the call.
As she'd hoped, it was her father. He was just boarding his flight and expected to be home by eight.
Tod, leaning over the top of the stairs and in the process getting an eyeful of Nickie's delightful semicovered breasts, grinned in response when Nickie signaled to him.
Everything was ready to put their plan into action.
Jeanette finally wandered in about five-thirty. Nickie and Tod had already fixed themselves a cold supper of sandwiches and milk. Jeanette was about one-third of the way to be loaded again and didn't seem inclined to interrupt the flow of alcohol to her stomach long enough to take solid food.
Nickie cleared off the table and loaded the dishes into the dishwashing machine, then climbed the stairs to her parents' bedroom. She tapped on the door.
"Yeah?"
Her mother's voice was thick and slightly slurred, and Nickie was sure that she had a bottle in the bedroom with her.
"It's Nickie. Dad called. He says hell be home around eight" She left it at that and then went back down the stairs. The siblings watched television till almost seven-thirty- and then split They went for a walk in the growing darkness, saying little to each other.
Both of them were worried about the success of their plan. There were a dozen different ways it could fail, and some of them might cause a worse situation then the one in which they lived-but if they just sat by and let things run their course, both Nickie and Tod knew that the only possible results would be bad.
They wandered down to the burger drive-in and chatted with the few acquaintances they ran into there, then listened to the juke box for a while.
Finally, Nickie looked. up at the clock. "Let's start back," she said. It was nearly ten.
By the time they made their way back home through the dark, twisting streets, it was almost ten-thirty. Nickie could see two figures moving through the house.
They walked in through the front door. Tom Darcy was in the kitchen, making himself a snack, when he heard them. He immediately dropped what he was doing and hurried into the living room to greet them He and Tod embraced warmly, and then Tom turned to Nickie. He was a big man, almost six foot three, and powerfully built. And handsome. He had slight rings under his eyes from lack of sleep, but he brightened at the sight of his children.
He caught Nickie up in his strong arms as if she were no more than a child. And Nickie threw her own sinuous arms about her father's neck and hugged herself to him tightly, letting him feel the firmness of her young breasts pressing unfettered through her lightweight top and shirt. At the same time, she let her pubis press against hi abdomen and one thigh brushed over the bulge in front of his pants. She couldn't help wondering whether the hardness there was due entirely to her own sweet charms being flaunted to him or whether it was partly grown out of longing for his wife-her mother.
She wondered where her mother was.
"She said she isn't feeling too well and wants to rest while," Tom said quickly in his pleasant baritone. He was lying. He knew that his wife was well on her way to tying on a honey of a load, but he didn't want the kids to know it.
For almost a half-hour, the three of them sat around getting reacquainted. And then Jeanette came downstairs.
She looked like bloody hell. Bleary eyed, sallow complected, a bit unsteady on her feet Nickie gave Tod a little nod of the head, and the two youngsters announced various chores to take care of: Tod, studying, and Nickie, cleaning her room It only took twenty minutes for the shouting to begin downstairs, and barely ten minutes later, Nickie heard heavy footsteps on the stairs.
As she'd figured, her father had stamped out of the living room. Tom Darcy always did that when he was on the verge of losing his temper completely.
Nickie scampered quickly down the hall to the bathroom and quietly closed the door behind her an instant before her father reached the top of the steps.
Quickly, Nickie stripped out of her shorts and pulled on the same terrycloth shorty robe she'd worn earlier that same day. It was still damp. Then she opened the bathroom door and sashayed out into the hallway.
"Hi, Daddy," she said sweetly, coyly.
Tom Darcy was just about to step into the bedroom and try to cool off. He stopped just as he was opening the door and turned to face his daughter.
The robe was only loosely fastened, revealing a great deal of Nickie-flesh all the way from the flawless line of her throat to the midpoint above her navel. The cleavage between her firm young breasts was clearly visible and only the swelling mounds of flesh kept the robe from falling completely open before his eyes.
His gaze flickered involuntarily down to where her long, slim legs appeared from the bottom of the robe, so willowy and clean-lined and graceful. And as she walked towards him, face bright and clean, eyes clear and flashing, lips full and pouting, little tongue licking over them to wet them, the flap of the robe winked open and closed, almost giving Tom a view of his daughter's delicious little cunt.
"Hi, Nickie," he said. "See you finally took a shower."
"Oh, Daddy, you know I keep myself clean," she said in that little-girl voice. "Didn't I smell nice and clean when you hugged me?"
She also reminded him, indirectly, of the feel of her nubile body in his arms, the press of her tits against his broad, powerful chest. His penis gave a definitely non-paternal little jerk inside his pants.
"Sure you did, honey," he said, slipping his arm about her slender shoulders and giving her a fatherly hug as she approached. She let her hip roll against his strong thigh, and his dick hardened still more.
Tom found that he was looking right down the front of his daughter's robe. He could almost see her pert little nipples, and found himself straining to catch a glimpse of them. Nickie knew where his eyes were aimed and sucked in a deep, sighing breath. The robe parted still more and Tom's penis began swelling in earnest as he caught a good view of the twin spikes of his daughter's nipples.
Nickie let her arm come up around her father's waist, draping down onto his hips. "Gee, you seem awfully tense, Daddy."
He grunted, affirmatively, his thoughts confused. First, to come home and find his wife drunk, and now Nickie seeming almost purposely to taunt him with her perfectly formed young body.
"What can I do for you?" he asked, hoping to cut short the encounter and the wild thoughts.
"Well, my shoulders and back hurt, and I was wondering if you'd give me a little back rub, but seeing how tensed up you are, maybe I should give you the massage."
He smiled slightly. "Sure, I'll give you a little rub, sweetheart."
She hugged his waist, the gesture causing her robe to open a fraction of an inch more. Again, her father's eyes searched her beautiful torso as it became exposed to him in all its delight. His cock was throbbing stiffly within his pants.
"Oh, good-and then I'll give you a massage, okay? Okay." She opened the door to her parents' bedroom and stepped inside ahead of her father. Without waiting for him, she crossed to the big, king-size bed and let herself fall onto the spread on her side.
She lay there, head propped on her hand, watching her father approach. She saw just the faintest outline of his bulging prick within his pants when he turned on the little bedside lamp.
"Okay, short-stuff," he said, "on your belly." Nickie heard, but didn't obey, waiting till he sat on the bed near her and put his hand on her shoulder to turn her over. She provoked the physical contact, even as she allowed her robe to fall loosely lower while she lay on her side, exhibiting the creamy swells of her breasts almost to the turgid tips of her nipples.
She lay with her face turned to one side, away from him, while her arms went limply to her sides. Her father bent over her and put his hands on her slim shoulders, and his fingers began rubbing and moving over her shoulders through the robe. "Hold it," she murmured, lifting her upper body. Her arms and shoulders moved quickly-and the robe was no longer a garment, but a covering loosely over her back. She brought the upper hem and collar of the robe down low till it was just beneath her shoulder blades, then lay back down.
Tom hesitated, then slowly resumed. His fingers made direct contact with her smooth flesh and as he worked over her shoulders, he couldn't help noticing the way the bump of Nickie's pert Little ass moving slowly, sinuously beneath the loose robe.
"How about a cracker, Daddy?" she asked sweetly. Tom knew the technique of applying pressure to the vertebrae tin they loosened. It had always been one of Nickie's favorites.
"Sure, sure," he mumbled quickly, mouth dry. He hadn't realized just how seductive his daughter was-in her own, innocent way. So much so that she was even affecting her own father.
"Oh, good," she whispered and shifted her arms. The robe went down still lower on her back, to just above the small, then she lay there, limply waiting. Tom Licked his lips and proceeded to work on her back, his eyes constantly flickering to her sides. Her arms were an inch or so from her sides, and he could just barely see the creamy swell of Nickie's tit there as the weight of her upper body forced those firm mounds of flesh to bulge outward. His hands moved stiffly lower on her, to the upper edge of the robe.
"That feels good, Daddy," she lied. He was too tense, she knew, to be truly effective at what he was doing. "Would you do the small of my back, now?"
"S-sure, honey, sure," he said softly.
Again Nickie shifted, and this time the robe went to her ass, hiked a good inch or two up onto the smooth, pale, molded firmness of her buttocks.
He put his palms flat on the small of her back, his wrists close together and his fingers spreading outward. As if for the first time, he became aware of just how slender his daughter's waist was, so small that he felt somehow certain that he could completely encompass it with both hands if he tried.
As he leaned onto his hands, Nickie's hips moved, hiking upwards and rotating slightly. The robe crawled up the slopes of her perfect ass cheeks, rising higher and higher. Tom's eyes unconsciously followed the movement, his mind quietly urging the fabric farther and farther back, as if rooting for it to completely disappear and uncover the lithe marvels of his daughter's ass to his involuntarily lusty gaze.
What he didn't see was that as Nickie moved her hips, her fingers were slowly gathering the material of the robe so that it slipped lower on her ass.
At the same time, Tom's hands were massaging far lower on her than he consciously wished, moving to the first, firm, resilient slopes of Nickie's ass. His fingers delighted in the flawlessly smooth flesh, the firmness of her buttocks-and the suppleness of her movements beneath his knowing hands.
The robe fell to her upper thighs, totally revealing her delectable ass. Her cheeks were so tight and taut and perfectly molded, her ass furrow a shallow line, a depression between them. From his angle, he could look down and catch just a glimpse of her cunt lips, so vulnerable looking, between her sleek thighs. There was a hint of wetness along them, and the pussy flesh was pressed so tightly together beneath the almost hairless snatch that it looked more like a vertical line than the juncture of her labia.
Again, he licked his lips, staring numbly at his daughter's tight little cunt entry, hands motionless on her.
"Daddy, would you rub my neck?" Nickie asked sweetly.
Without a word, he reluctantly removed his hands from her ass and began rubbing her neck with his fingertips. She turned her head so that her forehead rested on the bedspread. Her upper body came up off the bed slightly, tits quite clearly.
"And my shoulder muscles, under my arms," she sighed.
Tom's hands slid outward and lower, fingers sliding beneath her armpits to her shoulder muscles. They were^ limp and at ease, yet still firm. He took the muscles between his fingertips and moved them in gentle circular rotations. He could see her breasts moving with the stretch to the flesh, and all the time, his hands, almost as if they had a will of their own, were sliding lower and lower over her side.
Her breasts came beneath his fingers. Just the sides, the outer reaches, but it was her tit flesh he was massaging- no, fondling, and the answering movements of Nickie's lithe, boyish hips were pronounced.
Nickie brought her hands up slowly along her sides- and then covered her father's hands. She pressed and led his fingers still farther over her succulent young breasts, letting him feel for himself the sensitive resiliency in them.
In a fog of lust due as much to the long weeks without outlet and the fight with Jeanette as to his daughter's lovely, pliable warmth, Tom slowly bent over her back and pressed his lips softly to the back of her neck.
Nickie turned slowly beneath him, holding his hands and then guiding them back onto her breasts. She lay on her back beneath him, totally nude, all of her charms eloquently beckoning him even as her hands held his the more firmly to her thrusting young mounds of tits flesh.
He could feel her nipples, hard and throbbing, tiny and pink, beneath his fingers, and automatically, he began moving them, caressing them, catching them between thumb and forefinger and tweaking them Nickie's mouth opened in a soundless Oh of pleasure, her legs opening simultaneously. Her eyes were closed and her head was arched slightly back, exposing the flawless line of her graceful throat.
Like a zombie, Tom bent forward and ran his lips over her neck, moving them against the smooth flesh, feeling the heat of her skin beneath them. Nickie brought her hands up and twined her fingers into his hair, guiding his mouth lower, onto her breasts.
There, his lips opened and then closed again-with one stiffly erected nipple between. He sucked her breast, his tongue whipping and laving the pink spike. Nickie groaned, deep in her throat, and spread her legs still more. Her hands moved down from his head to the front of his shirt and she began undoing the buttons of it, her fingers lightly grazing his powerful, hairy chest beneath.
Of his own accord, Tom began working on the other breast, kissing and licking his way around the outer circumference of it before slowly sucking almost all of the firm mound into his mouth.
His shirt opened, Nickie began pushing it down and away from his torso. He lifted first one hand, then the other, from the bed to facilitate removal of the sleeves.
Nickie's hands went down lower on him, finding and working open the belt of his trousers. Then the snap of the trouser waist and the slow, erotic lowering of his zipper. And all the time, her father paid abundant homage to her jutting young breasts.
His mouth still locked to her tits, Nickie slowly began sitting up, forcing him to straighten with her. When she was sitting on the bed beside him, his head still bent to her breasts, she began pushing his pants and underpants down over his hips. When she had his clothing as far down as it would go, she tugged at his waist. His head came away from her boobs, eyes vacant and mouth slack. Dumbly, he allowed her to lead him to his feet.
His trousers fell into a loose puddle of fabric about his bare feet, and Nickie could see the huge bulge of his penis throbbing beneath his briefs. Her hands went to his chest, palms flat, and she ran them slowly lower, down over the hard stomach and abdomen, until her fingers went beneath the elastic of his briefs.
Still lower, she brought the briefs down away from him with her caress. His pubic hair was thick, a veritable forest of coarse hair.
At last his cock was freed. It sprung loose, the glans bumping into her chest and nuzzling the warm cleavage between her swelling young breasts.
Nickie bent to pull the briefs still lower, at the same time ducking her head forward so that her lips could brush his stomach and abdomen. As her hands went lower over his legs, her lips went lower through his pubic hair, till they came to the broad, stumpy base of his thick prick. She buried her Bps against his cock at the base point, where it swelled out of his groin like a towering oak in an underbrush of dark hair, moving them softly, tellingly. Tom groaned and swayed as he lifted each foot in turn to rid himself of the encumbering garment.
And then he stood before her, as naked as she, father and daughter in an erotic tableau. Nickie brought her lips forward along the upper side of his dick, tracing and exploring each vein and twist with her tongue, licking and laving the great meaty length of his penis till she came at last to his coronal ridge.
She let her upper hp drag over the glans while her mouth opened wider-wider-wider- And she covered it with her hot, wet mouth. Her tongue moved over that swollen knob, rasping the sensitive flesh with the rough underside, twirling and swirling her mouth muscle over the huge, velvety hunk of flesh. She tightened her lips about it and sucked mightily, bobbing her head forward and back, forward and back. It took only two strokes before Tom's hands came down to take her head and hold it to his dick, only three strokes before his hips were moving in time to her head, only four before gasping moans were wrenched from his throat in response to the exquisite sensations his daughter's mouth and lips and tongue were sending through his pulsating prick.
His hands went lower, down to her shoulders, grasping them. As she felt his touch there, Nickie let her fingers trail up over the inner flesh of her father's powerful thighs till her fingertips lightly grazed his big balls in the loose fleshy sack of his scrotum. At that touch, his hips heaved forward and Nickie gagged for a moment on the enormous bar of hard flesh probing at the back of her throat Then her hands slid over his thighs and went to the long, hard stem of his cock. Her fingers closed over it both hands gripping the turgid meat like a baseball bat- and still there was plenty of fatherly fuck flesh protruding uncovered by either hands or Nickie-mouth. Her hands moved up and down on his prick a few times, lightly gripping it as if to jerk him off into her mouth.
But then she moved her hands away, to his hips, and guided him forward between her open legs. Nickie let herself fall slowly backwards onto the bed, keeping his cock in her mouth so that he was forced to follow her. When she was prone once again on the bed, her father's legs straddled her, his cock still fucking in and out of her lovely young mouth. Her nipples brushed now and again against the broad, powerful, hairy buttocks as he pumped in and out of her mouth, his dick appearing and disappearing to a greater length with each thrust.
Her hands still on his hips, she urged him lower over her. With a last powerful suck, she released his dick with an audible pop! and then felt the turgid, swollen glans sliding down between her breasts, over her flat stomach and taut abdomen until it was nudging between her. widespread thighs.
Nickie put one hand down to catch his cock in the depressed ring of the flange, just below the knob. Supported on hands and knees over her, Tom groaned as she rubbed that thick prong up and down along her wet little cunt lips. His hips jerked forward in spastic little shudders of urgency.
Nickie put her other hand between her legs and spread her labia as far as she could for the broad weapon she meant to have piercing her. At the same time, she brought the head of her father's dick hard up against the sensitive, pink flesh of her cunt Where's Tod? she wondered, the thought refusing to be swept away from its tenacious catch in the corner of her lust filled mind.
As if he had read her thoughts, she heard her brother's light tap on the bedroom door. Only moments to go- "Oh, Daddy, yes, yes!" she hissed as his glans finally drove between her little labia. The knob of her father's cock was prodigiously swollen, and at first it seemed as if he meant to split her in two with its thickness.
But then she felt the bulbous dick head burrowing deeper inside her, driving upward, ever deeper towards her womb, wedging farther into the tight passage like a length of hardwood, and as shivers of ecstasy went through her almost childishly slender frame, Nickie knew that the fantasy of having her father in just this way had never been outgrown with the onset of her precocious puberty, but had only been intensified.
Nickie bent her knees, spreading her feet as wide apart as she could, with a final heave of her hips absorbed all of her father's cock, her lower lips swallowing it whole, intact, still deliciously throbbing and pulsating.
"Oh, Jeez," Tom Darcy groaned as he withdrew his prick and began stroking in and out of the delightful tightness of his daughter's cunt. "Oh, Jeez, yes, sweet baby!"
He thought of all the times he'd caught glimpses of his daughter's developing loveliness, her delectable charms. He remembered when she was just barely beginning to develop the succulent young breasts so wonderfully crushed beneath his broad chest, and how he'd caught himself inadvertently staring at the mosquito bite points as they pushed ever outward.
He remembered catching quick glances at her hairless little slit, so chubby and tight that the separation of the cunt lips was little more than a vertical line of pink between her sleek thighs.
He remembered the nights on the road, when he'd awakened to find traces of his own nocturnal emissions on the bedsheets left behind as the only tangible proof of the fading dream images still dancing behind half-closed sleep eyelids, dream images of Nickie, young and nubile and sinuous, locked in his fatherly arms, bucking and wriggling in his paternal embrace, her vagina clutching and spasming on his siring dick as she came over and over again.
But such dreams were always banished with consciousness, always vanquished with reality, and the dreams were only that, fleeting sleep images that he never hoped to fulfill-Never hoped to attain- Never hoped to- Never- "Never hoped to do it, never hoped to get inside you," he mumbled into his daughter's ear.
Nickie could only sigh in rhythmic response to his powerful strokes.
But for some reason, at that moment, her eyes fluttered open. She looked over her father's perspiration-shining shoulder and saw a figure standing askew in the doorway of the bedroom, just staring...
Her own mother. Jeanette was standing there, watching them, and there was no way of telling how long she'd been watching them. But two things were certainly obvious as she observed her husband and daughter fucking each other's brains out She was drunk-as evidenced by the way she tottered and swayed as she stood, occasionally grasping the doorway to maintain her balance.
And she was turned on-as evidenced by her stiffened nipples and the hand massaging her groin area through the dressing gown she semi-wore. It was damp around her cunt region.
Tod had carried through his part of the plan masterfully. His job was to serve his mother an unasked drink-which she, of course, would down and which he, of course, would immediately refill. And then, on the same pretext as Nickie had used on her father-a tension-relieving massage-he was to begin feeling her up and turning her on.
And then, Tod was to have ceased abruptly and gone to bed. Jeanette was to have gone up the stairs, then, ^excited and soused- She was doing it Jeanette finally began to stumble forward, staggering unsteadily under the influence of no one knew how many drinks. She stopped uncertainly at the foot of the bed and stared directly down between the four legs of her husband and daughter, watching with aroused feelings her husband's big, thick cock pumping in and out of her daughter's tight quim, seeing Nickie's vulnerable, nearly hairless Little cunt lips stretched mightily about the thick shaft One hand still rubbing her cunt Jeanette's other hand came up to rub at her rigid, aching nipples through her dressing gown. For some reason, the Light material seemed suddenly to become hot and restricting and she began shucking it absently. When the flimsy fabric had puddled about her ankles on the floor, she stepped out of it-and went to her knees on the foot of the bed.
Tom Darcy froze at the shifting of the bed under the additional weight-and then groaned as he felt a soft, wet knowing tongue licking along the insides and backs of his thighs, moving upward above his knees, over his broad, muscular ass cheeks-and then to his anus.
Jeanette's tongue twirled about the taut, puckered ring of her husband's anus, faster and faster wetting and massaging it-and then plunged inside.
A gasp was wrenched from Tom's throat as he felt the slick invader wriggling inside his anterior passage.
The sensation sent a throb of pleasure through him. His dick hardened, swelled still more and Nickie began to moan and shake as the first throes of an orgasm shuddered through her slim frame.
Tom fought to restrain his urge to come in his daughter's hot, tight cunt He'd been celibate for so long, too long, and his passions completely washed away whatever logical concerns might have gone through his mind about the owner of that deft and knowing tongue working so expertly in his ass.
Tod came to the doorway and saw?
His sister, coming.
His father, holding.
His mother, tonguing.
His prick, already stiff from the excitement of feeling up and caressing the ripe body of his mother earlier in the evening, did a little dance of arousal inside his loosely sashed robe. They were going at it hot and heavy and he was ready, able, and more than willing to join in the family get together.
With a sudden yank, the robe sash was opened. A shrug and the robe fell away, revealing his hard, lean, well-muscled young body in its virile glory. His cock throbbed stiffly in the air before him as if it were a conductor's baton, keeping the beat of-the symphony of moans, groans, gasps and grunts coming from the interlocked trio on the bed.
Tod strode forward, eyes locked on the preferred orifice he meant to occupy.
Jeanette shuddered as she felt the weight of a warm body touch her already overheated flesh. A moment later, she felt the unmistakably unique velvety hardness of a swollen glans rubbing up between her thighs, and a long, low sigh escaped her luscious lips.
Tod wasted no time with preliminaries. He lined up his stiff young erection and heaved, once, burying the length of his dick completely inside his mother's hot, wet channel.
Jeanette wriggled her hips, then rotated them rapidly around the wonderfully swollen pinion driven inside her cunt-and then sobbed in a protest as she felt it pulled out and away from her.
But then she felt that same cock, this time wet and slicked with her own pussy juices, sliding between her full, rich ass cheeks. She knew exactly what it was that was desired of her-and she desired it as well.
Leaning more heavily onto her face, her tongue still working inside her husband's anal channel, she let her face become completely buried in the manly sweat-scented cleavage of her husband's buttocks. Then Jeanette reached her hands back around her waist and pulled her ass cheeks apart, revealing her tightly clenched anus in all its delightful invitation to her son's lust filled gaze.
Tod had his cock held tightly between trembling fingers as he got just the necessary alignment. He prodded his mother's anus with her swollen knob-and then began to push inward. Steadily, without any hesitation, he pressed his cock head into Jeanette's tightly puckered ass.
Slowly, by fractions of an inch, his dick began to push between the sides of her anus. Tod's breathing became heavier, more rapid, as he felt the constriction of Jeanette's powerful sphincters on his glans-but still, he continued pushing forward.
As Jeanette felt that rigid cock pushing deeper into her rear passage, the gyrations of her hips increased proportionately. Her ass was vibrating backwards and forwards, up and down, on the stiffened prong of her son's dick, and it didn't stop even when she felt Tod's muscle-ridged abdomen press up flat and hard against her soft ass cheeks.
She pulled her mouth away from her husband's asshole and knelt up slightly so that her body was at a forty-five degree angle to the bed. Her breasts bobbled and shook, her stiffened nipples rubbing against her husband's ass cheeks and slower back in time with every thrust she received from her shit-driving son.
As the spasms of her second orgasm faded, Nickie knew that it was time to put the rest of the plan into operation. Her hands came up. between her firm young breasts and her father's broad chest, then moved to his shoulders. Gripping Tom's muscular shoulders tightly, Nickie began wriggling out from beneath him.
Tom, feeling his daughter's wonderful little sucker of a vagina eluding him, increased the length and strength of his thrusts-but to no avail, for Nickie was already almost completely free of his battering ram heaves.
Tod could see what his sister was doing and knew that it was his cue to act He reached around and caught Jeanette's full, swelling breasts in his hands and, still with his cock working in and out of her ass, duck-walked her on her knees forward and to the side so that she was on the bed beside her frustrated husband.
Tod unleashed a savage heave of his loins, a powerful thrust that sent Jeanette flat on the bed-and then ripped his cock out from her ass's embrace.
Immediately, he climbed over his father and fell on his sister's lovely young body. His dick was throbbing almost painfully with the need to come as Nickie positioned herself.
Tom saw what they were doing. The confusion the sight caused him was readily evidenced in his eyes- -until he felt a soft hand sliding up the inside of his thighs, knowing fingers grazing his swollen, aching balls, then encircling, squeezing and finally gripping his rampant hard-on.
He looked over and found himself staring into his wife's heavy-lidded, lust-filled eyes and a great swelling of desire flooded through him. It was her face, so passionately aroused, that he had visualized in those lonely hotel room, her body, so abundantly curved, so ripe and full, that he had consciously called up in the long hours of waiting for sleep to wash away his road-trip loneliness.
Eagerly, he moved over his wife, turning her over and letting himself fall onto the great soft cushions of her tits, into the welcome embrace of her lovely arms.
Tod and Nickie were half-watching what was happening between their parents-and as they saw the lurch of Tom's hips as he buried his dick in his wife's sopping wet cunt, they knew that it was going to work out for Tom and Jeanette. But for themselves...
Tod quickly grabbed his sister's hips and turned her so that her delicious young ass cheeks were presented to him. Without any waiting, he put his cock against the tiny pinhole opening of her anus and pushed.
Nickie groaned as her brother's slick cock slid into her ass, spreading the walls of her nether passage apart with its throbbing rigidity.
Without pausing, Tod drove his cock completely into his sister's tight ass. He stabbed inside her, quickly, irregularly, as he felt the semen overboiling from his swollen balls-and then loosed the flood of his virile young jissum into Nickie's oven hot ass.
Nickie felt that thick, viscous flood blasting far inside her, splashing into her bowels and filling her ass, overflowing the confines of her tight passage to drip out down the back of her pale, shaking thighs and spilling through I her brother's pubic hair to slobber down over his scrotum. Within the fleshy sack, his balls were jerking and jumping powerfully as he shot each torrential spurt into his sister.
And then they heard the mistakable gasps and grunts from the other, older couple on the bed, the sounds that meant their parents were reaching the big O together.
Tom Darcy was pumping up and down, in and out of his wife's cunt like a suction machine gone mad. Suddenly, his ass cheeks clenched tightly together, his hips shuddered-and he let go his three-week store of spunk, far, far inside his wife's more than ready cunt and womb.
Jeanette felt her husband coming inside her and through her drunken haze of passion and alcohol, she heard herself gasping sounds as she came.
The sounds resolved themselves to words, and the words had meanings as she drifted off in a fog of booze and pleasure.
"Oh, Tom, Tom, I've missed you so much and I'm sorry, sorry, sorry... "
Tod and Nickie knew that they had succeeded.
CHAPTER TEN
Nickie and her brother sat at the kitchen table, their eyes tired and bloodshot, their postures showing their lack of sleep the previous night. Neither had so much as nibble at the now cold toast and now warm milk in front of him.
They tensed at the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Their father came into the kitchen. "Good morning, Dad," Tod said tonelessly.
Tom Darcy acknowledged the greeting with a nod and took a seat at the table. His eyes went from his son's to his daughter's. "Your mother told me what's been going on," he began, voice low and almost embarrassed. "Did you two know?"
The siblings nodded.
"What happened last night," Tom said, "When you-" He fell silent, shaking his head. Nickie put out her hand and covered her father's.
"Daddy," she said, "would you have believed us if we had just told you what Mom was doing?"
He shook his head again. "No, I don't suppose I would have-even though I've always known how she gets when she starts drinking."
"Well, Nickie knew that," Tod said. "We planned what happened last night to the last detail." Tom's eyes met his daughter's. She saw the question in them. "No," she said. "It wasn't just an act. I was every bit as turned on as I seemed. I guess I've inherited more than my appearance."
Tom nodded. "So you two pulled that stunt fast night to open the way for your mother's little confession to me, eh?"
"That's right," Tod said.
"It worked. But I don't know what to do about it-"
"I do," Nickie said quickly. "You've got to get a different type of job, something where you'll be home more. She needs you. And we're going to have to move to another town. Everyone here knows about Mom." She hesitated. "That is, those are the things you'll have to do if you want to save your family from splitting up."
Her father's eyes became fierce. "Yes, I damn well do plan to save my family!"
"Then here's the last thing-Mom has to get a job or some such. Something to challenge and occupy her during the day. It gets lonely around the house when you're alone, you know."
"I guess so," Tom said. "I hadn't ever really thought... " He straightened. "But your mother won't take a job. I know her. She just isn't comfortable in an office or working."
"She needs something," Tod said. "With both of us gone off to school and such during the day, she needs something to challenge her."
"Maybe you two should have a child," Nickie suggested, as if discussing the purchase of lawn furniture.
"I don't think so," Tom answered. "After she had you, Nickie, the doctor said she couldn't have anymore."
"Maybe a foster child," Tod said, tossing the idea out without real impetus.
Tom snapped his fingers. "Now, there's an idea. We talked about that a year or so ago, but decided against it. But I don't know that it would be a very good idea to bring another infant into the house. Maybe someone closer to your ages."
"Sure," Nickie said, enthusiasm evident "That's it. And kids near our age are the ones who have the most trouble getting families to five with. But it would take so damn long-"
"Not really," Tod interjected. "Remember Suzette, that little Chinese exchange student I told you about?" Nickie nodded.
"She told me that there are a lot of orphans about whose fathers were American and whose mothers were oriental. They're outcasts among their own people and American f amines can get custody of them pretty quickly."
'They're all just little infants from Viet-"
"No," Tod said. "Suzette says that there are a lot of those kids my age and Nickie's, kids from Korea and Japan and Malaysia and-"
"I'm going to look into it, today," Tom said definitely.
"What about the job, Daddy?"
Tom looked at Nickie. "Well, I suppose I could get that sales manager's job they keep offering me. Of course, I couldn't get the bonus money I've been getting, so I wouldn't be able to pay the mortgage off as far ahead as I wanted to-"
"Which do you want, Daddy, a paid-off house or a family?"
The silence lasted just seconds. "I'll take the job," Tom said. "And I'll check with some real estate brokers up near the state line, too."
"Oh, good," Nickie said. For already, she was thinking of the few boys she had met from that area____ "Sounds fine," Tod said, thinking of what it would be like to have two little sisters-especially if Nickie could influence the addition...
"I'm sort of looking forward to it, myself," Tom admitted, thinking of his daughter's responsiveness and all the new experience his family might yet become involved with.
