Billy Russell walked down Oak Street past the small neat houses and well-kept lawns, then turned down Marshall Lane breaking into a run. At number twenty two, he dashed quickly up the three steps, opened the screen door, and ran into his house past his mother who was hemming a new skirt on his 13-year-old sister Beth.
"Billy, walk don't run!" his mother commanded in an exasperated tone.
Bernice Russell felt as if there were never a time in her life when she didn't have two children to look after. Sometimes it made her so tired she could almost cry. At thirty four she was still a stunning blonde with an exquisite figure, but her handsome husband Harvey hardly looked at her any more.
"That's no way to enter your home young man!"
The dark-haired fourteen year old boy slammed the door to his room shut, knowing without seeing it, that his mother winced from the loud sound. He threw his schoolbooks across his bed, grabbed a swimsuit and quickly dashed back out of the house.
"Be back for dinner, Ma," he called out as he left.
Then he ran back down Marshall Street, and on Oak slowed himself down to a casual walk and climbed into the waiting white convertible driven by an attractive redhaired woman who looked to be about his mother's age.
Back in the house Mrs. Russell returned to the hem on Beth's new dress. They had been arguing before about the length of the skirt, Beth wanting to wear it very short and her mother wanting a proper length. But now Bernice Russell's attention was focused on Billy and she said to her daughter: "I don't know what's gotten into that boy these last few days. What's he so darned excited about, I wonder."
Beth, a prematurely developed blondehaired girl, smiled to herself but said nothing. She knew very well what was happening with her older brother. Sex. That's what! She'd heard storied about Tricia Logan, and she knew that Billy had been spending a lot of time after school sitting around the swimming pool at her mansion. And she knew too what everyone whispered about the glamorous Mrs. Logan - sex! Hah! the young girl thought. But of course she'd never tell her mother.
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Billy Russell didn't know why she had singled him out for these priviledged afternoons, but he didn't really care. He looked at the stunning redhead now in the white bikini that made her firm tanned body look incredibly sexy. She came over and sat down beside him, her round firm ass pressing into his thigh. She had a glass of scotch in either hand and offered him one.
"It's a pleasure to contribute to the delinquency of this, minor," she said throatily.
Billy had never really consumed only alcohol and all week he had been refusing her offer, but today he felt daring and took a sip of it now. His face twisted in distaste but then he felt it warming its way down to his belly and he leaned back in his deck chair as the alcohol made him relax.
"How's it going kid?" the older woman asked him. "Welcome to the wonderful world of decadence."
Billy smiled at her. Christ, it was so mind-blowingly wonderful he didn't know what to say to her. He hadn't laid a hand on her yet, but he sensed that at the right time it would all happen. Meantime, he enjoyed talking to her and answering her questions about his life - about school, about his family. Shit, things had been really awful at home lately - he and his sister always fighting, and his mother and father hardly talking. Christ, just thinking about his sister now he got a lot of crazy feelings. She was so dumb, always walking around half undressed, letting him see her already well-developed breasts and smooth tanned long legs until he'd have to slam the door to his room and jack off thinking about her. The little dumb cunt.
He didn't want to think about it. Here he was with an older woman who was sex personified. What did he need to think about his dopey kid sister for?
Tricia ran her finger lightly along his thigh, then rose and walked to the edge of the pool, diving in and swimming gracefully to the other end.
Billy lay back in the warm summer sun, his attention now totally focused on the bronzed bikini-clad redhead. He watched her hungrily as she climbed out of the pool and ambled lazily toward him, her breasts and sensuous buttocks jiggling tantalizingly. Just the mere thought of running his hands over them caused the bulge in his swimming trunks to grow hard and he turned to lay on his stomach, to hide the ever-increasing hard on.
He continued to gaze around him at the opulent surroundings of the Logan mansion. Where the hell was her husband, he wondered. Billy had never even seen the old guy around. Aw, what did he care. He knew it was only a matter of time now until he actually ... wow! ... it just blew his mind ... until he actually got to put his prick inside the tight cunt of that voluptuous beauty. If she wasn't worried about her husband, why should he be?
"Daydreaming?" Her soft, husky voice purred behind him, startling him out of his reverie.
"Huh ... Yeah, sure. I sure am," he said in surprise as he watched the redhead sit down beside him.
She was tall and slender, yet her figure seemed a succession of flaring bends and curves in the almost non-existent swimsuit she wore. Her skin was deeply tanned, her eyes round and immense, and there was a sensual quality in the way she sat beside him, her hands on her hips, smiling at him and showing her bright white teeth.
"I've been watching you, too," she said. "You're young, but you look willing and able," she laughed. "And I'd love to be the one to initiate you, you know!"
Billy laughed, a little embarrassed. Wow! He'd been having these far out sexual fantasies sitting around this pool for a week, but now here was this woman just offering herself to him, and it was really just too fucking much. Christ! He suddenly felt awkward and a little scared, completely at a loss as to how to handle this far out situation and his mind raced searchingly for a way. out! Christ, she was so out front about it ...
"That's right, baby," she went on, reaching out her hand and touching his thigh. "Let's you and I get to know each other," the woman urged in a sultry tone of voice, her huge eyes smoking with suggestion. "Come on inside and ... "
Suddenly Billy was a little frightened. "Gee, I-I gotta get home, now," he lied, hating himself for blowing his cool and for not being man enough to take advantage of this unbelievable offer. After all, he had fantasized about this for as long as he could remember.
"Aw, c'mon, Billy. You're so cute. Why don't you just come inside and have one little old drink with me. Then you can go home ... I'm not gonna make you a prisoner you know."
"W-what about your husband?" he sputtered as he helplessly followed her into the house.
She led the way, a few paces ahead, and pretended not to hear him, never once looking back until she reached the back door of the huge mansion. Then she turned and smiled warmly at him as he mounted the steps. Still scared, but excited, he smiled weakly in return and shrugged with feigned nonchalance, as he followed her into the cool house, with its high ceilings and wood paneled walls. Then he followed her upstairs into one of the many bedrooms.
"Wow," he managed to say, "this is some pad. This really blows my mind," he exclaimed in awe, as they entered the large Victorian chamber which was, in contrast, decorated with ultra-modern furnishings. There were fluffy, brightly-colored pillows on a thick, luxurious carpet, and a king-size waterbed in the middle of the room. "Man!" said Billy, looking around him, "far out!"
Billy sat nervously by now, watching the statuesque beauty move gracefully around the room, selecting a record and placing it on the stereo. It was really weird, he thought, but he was thinking of his sister. Christ! If she hadn't been the only naked girl he'd ever seen, maybe he wouldn't have jacked off thinking about her so much, and maybe he wouldn't be thinking of her now. Shit! It was weird, he thought. Here was this gorgeous broad just offering herself to him, and he's thinking of his stupid sister.
He watched Tricia walk over to a cabinet along one wall of the room and pull out a bottle of scotch and two glasses and pour them each a healthy dose. A driving rock beat blared now from the stereo, and Tricia stood there, a drink in each hand, swaying in time to the music. The drinks remained perfectly still, while the movements of her hips became freer and fuller, as they jerked in a primitive tempo. Her head rocked and swiveled loosely and her dark shoulder-length hair swirled back and forth to cover her face like a shimmering mask.
"Wild, baby, wild," she crooned huskily as she moved closer to Billy, reaching out and offering him a drink.
Then with her free hand, she touched his cheek, caressing it absently, then whirled away again to set up a more desperate grinding rhythm that shook the flesh of her fine full thighs. The skimpy narrow top of her bikini barely contained her bobbing breasts and he could see about an inch line of pale white skin that the sun had not touched dancing in and out of the halter. She caught the look of intense interest on his face and responded with broader movements, her ripe rounded body thumping and shaking, each part of her seemingly unrelated to the other parts. Her soft brown skin gleamed with perspiration and her incredibly large dark eyes were glazed and faraway as though she were in a trance.
Christ, thought Billy and he took a long drink from the-contents of his glass, feeling the warm soothing liquid flow down his throat and hit bottom. It was all like some crazy dream come true. Shit! If his friends at school could see him now. It was fucking unbelievable. This girl, this wild crazy woman, was fantastically sexy, and he could feel a strong tingling sensation ripple across his skin as he eagerly watched her jerking and swaying body. Then suddenly she moved toward him again, and, thrusting her hips back and forth at him in time to the music, lifted her hands and brushed them lightly over her full ripe breasts. He felt his cock begin to pulse in the crotch of his trunks and slowly swell to hardness. He was trembling all over and he lifted his glass again to drain off the remainder of the scotch in one breathless drunk. Wow! he was getting really drunk. He'd never had much alcohol before in his life!
Then the gyrating redhead parted her sensuous lips and blew him a kiss as she reached far up behind on her back and unhooked the fastening of her bikini halter, shrugging out of the flimsy garment with a quick movement of her shoulders that almost seemed to be an integral part of the wild dance. The luscious full globes of her breast fell free and bobbled in mad syncopation to her rhythm-like white neon in contrast to the deeply tanned surface of the rest of her lovely body. Christ! Billy Russell felt like the luckiest fourteen-year-old kid in the world!
Now the rock beat became louder, taking on an even more primitively insistent beat, and her whole body began to move in fierce and total motion. Her hips responded to the twists and turns of her knees, her belly jerked and thrust after her hips, and her shoulders now rocked and rolled. Her golden flesh quivered and her rippling female muscles played teasingly beneath her skin like a fish. Billy was nearly crazy with desire for her, his cock now jerking violently and oozing semen that formed a wide, spreading stain on the front of his swimming trunks.
Suddenly the record ended and she glided over to him with a provocative smile on her delicately featured face. She slipped her arm around his waist and raised her face to kiss him fully on his mouth. Her lips were lush and wet and her red tongue pushed unexpectedly between his teeth, probing and swirling maddeningly along his tongue. After a moment he pulled himself away from her and she smiled up at him mockingly.
"What's the matter, kid? Say, why don't you just have another sip of this drink to help you relax and enjoy yourself," she said with a mixture of sympathy and challenge in her tone.
"Yeah - yeah, maybe I'd better," Billy said shakily, both of his hands trembling so much that the ice made a clinking sound against the inside of the still full drink, she had prepared for him. His brain was afire, his thoughts a quandary of sheer lust, and yet uncertainty because of his inexperience, about whether or not to follow his natural instincts with this goddamn sexy woman who wanted to introduce him to the wonders of love.
"Here, Billy baby, have a sip," she said passing him the glass. He took a long swig, hoping to steady himself a little. Then she turned to him, staring seductively and directly into his eyes as she reached down to trace her fingernail along the waistline of his swim shorts. The touch of it felt thin and light against his skin and he shivered involuntarily. Then she leaned against him and he could feel the softness of her naked white breasts pressed firmly into his own bare chest. They were warm and slightly slippery with her female sweat and he ached to take them in his hands, to finger the hard bud-like nipples that were digging into the flesh of his firm chest. His nostrils were full of the thick animal scent of her, causing an overwhelming craving to spread throughout his young, smooth body and ignite his nerve endings.
Her fingers reached further down to the pulsing bulge filling his brief swim trunks, running her fingertips lightly along his penile length and then cupping his passion-swollen testicles in the palm of her small hand like fabric-encased pods of fruit. Billy's temple was beating with the force of his excitement and need for her.
God, he thought dazedly, what an initiation! The chick really knows her stuff, going about it with a torturously methodical skill, urging, beckoning, tempting him to possess her wildly and completely like a bitch in heat.
Suddenly all his hesitation and worry about his inexperience fell away. Everything ... only this maleness and the erotic pulsations thumping in his groin were important at the moment, launching him forward to the beginnings of boldness, his anticipation arching in him like a suddenly drawn bow.
At last, no longer able to restrain himself from touching her, he moved his hands around from behind her and reached down to clutch her barely covered buttocks, massaging the soft, pliant flesh gently. She gave out a tiny moan and pressed herself even closer to him, still expertly fondling the softness of his testicles under the swim shorts to lure him on. They remained standing there, pressed firmly together, growing more and more aroused, until suddenly she backed away a few steps and grinned up at him with a playful, but passionate expression on her face.
"Hey, lover, are you going to wait all day? Come on, let's get out of these silly clothes," she said teasingly, but with eagerness in her voice. She hooked her thumbs on each side of the top of her bikini pants and pulled them down, wiggling as she drew them over her curving rounded hips and let them fall to her slim ankles, kicking them off then with the toes of her left foot. Billy's face flushed slightly as his eyes locked on Tricia Logan's thrilling rich body, tanned golden all over except for the creamy white skin of her breasts and a narrow line of soft ivory flesh across her pubic region that circled around her full rounded hips.
"Jesus, you're beautiful," Billy said with admiration.
"I'm glad you like me," she smiled coyly, fully aware of the effect that her naked body was having on the fourteen year old boy. Then, the red-haired woman did a slow pirouette before him, modeling herself like a harem girl, and turned to walk directly to the large waterbed in the center of the room. She lay down on her back in the exact middle of it and spread her arms and legs out in a kind of crucifixion position. She looked over at him and gave a sensuous, inviting smile without a word.
Billy's youthfully handsome face registered his amazement and he sucked in his breath slightly from the sudden new surge of excitement he felt at the sight of the shameless pose she had taken for him. His eyes roved over the savory naked contours of her body stretched out in waiting for him. It was hard to settle his gaze on any particular part of her and his eyes flitted from the high-set round breasts that were so close together that there was only room left for the narrowest of valleys between their magnificent firmness. It seemed miraculous to him that, even though they were large for her size, they rose up proudly from her supine position. The lovely white mounds reminded him for a moment of his mother's beautiful breasts, which were a little. larger and almost as wonderfully rounded to perfection.
His eyes flickered then to the symmetrical ivory sweep of Mrs. Logan's hips and between her slightly spread legs he could see clearly through the soft pubic hair covering her loins, the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit glistening wetly in the sunlight filtering in through the bedroom window. She was obviously taking pleasure in his excitement at seeing her there, lying in such licentiously willing readiness, and squirmed her buttocks a little, enjoying the power she was holding over him by the lewd exhibition of her body.
"Oh-God!" Billy moaned, hopelessly aroused, pulling down his swim trunks where he stood. It took but a moment for them to fall quickly to the floor where he left them lying and walked over to stand above the older woman on the waterbed. He looked down at her spread and vulnerable form, his long, slim boyish penis jutting out rigidly into the air and with a small shiny pearl of semen seeping from the tip of the head.
"Aaah, honey, that's very nice," she said throatily, looking up directly at his hardness appreciatively. "I see that you're all ready to play a little. Come on down here beside me on the bed and we'll get cozy."
Billy needed no further urging and climbed immediately onto the bed, laying full length beside her, stretching his long, lean smooth body out and pressing it tightly against her warmness.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned under her breath, "you feel good, but now roll over on your back and I'll give you a party that'll be like nothing you've ever experienced."
With no further thought to his awkward innocence, he rolled over without hesitation and watched the woman reach down with her delicate right hand to grasp the slender hardness of his stiff penis. She began to stroke and massage it, rubbing the skin back and forth and then slipping her slender fingers down lower to his sperm-bloated balls, cradling their softness in her palm. He groaned and gritted his teeth at her tender ministrations on his cock and testicles.
"Oh, what a beautiful young cock you have," she said, giving him a harder squeeze as if to emphasize her meaning. And then she gently let go of him, her hand hovering nearby.
"Nooooo, don't stop," he moaned, and she squeezed a little harder, sending shivers up and down the length of his spine. "Please, keep doing it!"
"Don't worry baby," Tricia Logan murmured softly as she continued the gentle stroking of the loose foreskin up and down the length of his boyishly erect penis.
When she seemed thoroughly satisfied that he was fully prepared, she raised herself to a sitting position and moved slowly down his leanly tapered body, leaning over to trail the soft moistness of her red wet lips across the solid flatness of his stomach. Her fingernails scratched lightly over his prick, its inflated tip reaching yearningly up toward the high ceiling.
Then, with one smooth shift of her body, she was hovering on her hands and knees with her lovely face poised just above his loins until he could feel the hot air of her breath blowing down on him. He swallowed deeply as she hunched there, stroking his throbbing hardness with both hands now at the same time, pursing her lips to lave it with her heated breath.
Suddenly he moaned and bucked his loins upward involuntarily as the delicious warmth of her open lips closed over the sensitive, blood-swollen glans of his prick. He moaned louder and reached down to tangle his hands tightly in her long hair, guiding the rhythm of her bobbing head below.
God, how he had dreamed of this!
He lifted his head a little from the bed to watch the girl's contorted face, her lips stretched wide with the hardness of his aching cock buried in her mouth. She sensed his increasing excitement and twirled her tongue tantalizingly around the moist stickiness of the bulbous head. She began to suck harder and he turned his head to gaze into the small mirror close by on the wall for a better view of the strange woman's face as his hard shaft began to saw rhythmically in and out of the ovalled mouth.
Just the sight of it caused his loins to tense more and jerk up into her face until the reflected image he saw looked as though he were ramming the full length of it halfway down her slender throat. Practically all of it seemed to disappear with each hard thrust he made until only a short stretch of it showed glistening and white protruding from between her distended lips. It was gorged with his fiery blood, a pulsating shaft like a creature with its own existence and needs that he could not deny.
Mrs. Logan's expert tongue, with a nerve-tingling swipe on the out-stroke, was making the cock-head jerk and throb as if a live heart were beating inside it. The impassioned young boy was completely hypnotized by the obscene sight in the mirror, watching the flesh of her lips being pulled out grotesquely and clinging to the hardness of his cock as she sucked hungrily, her entire being focused on the labor of giving him pleasure. Her full firm breasts danced and swayed below her rocking torso and the sight of it incited him all the more.
"Keep on, keep on," he hissed through clenched teeth, dropping his head back heavily on the waterbed and thinking something he found very weird indeed.
In the middle of all this the image had come into his mind of his own mother sucking his dick! Jesus, it was a crazy obsession, and he tried now to push the thought from his head, but the idea of it had fired him on even more and he grunted as he thrust up hard into Tricia's mouth.
"Suck harder, faster, goddamit," he snarled down at the woman slaving over his loins.
Her body was starting to gleam from the sheen of sweat forming over her skin and he began to enjoy the vision of her kneeling subservient position along with the tremendous physical thrill. He felt a strong pressure building up to a pitch in his balls and he knew that it would not be long now. His cock felt like it was ready to explode and spew his hot sperm in all directions in the room. He thrust his hips up boldly into her face and heard a sudden mumble of protest from her as his blood-hardened prick bludgeoned far into the wet, saliva-filled cavern, banging back against her throat. But he heeded nothing but his quest to end this exquisite torture that was growing, growing, growing, mounting toward the peak of ecstasy.
Suddenly he felt a great quaking in his bulging balls as they erupted and the white hot stream of his cum raced wildly up the length of his plunging cock. He bared his lips back over his teeth and gasped as though the event were excruciating torture. His shaft began a sudden wild staccato jerking and without warning flooded the lovely woman's greedily sucking mouth with .burst after burst of the hot sticky sperm, bloating her dainty cheeks outward with each bullet-like spurt so that she had to keep swallowing or choke.
"Suck, suck, I'm still cumming!" he groaned as he tightened his hands in her hair and convulsively slammed his pulsating cock farther and farther into her mouth and down into her throat.
The naked woman kept sucking wildly as he continued to shoot his lewd sperm into her, filling her, until he withdrew himself all the way out of her mouth for one final thrust, but missed her moist lips by a fraction of an inch when he rammed forward again. One last long squirt of cum smeared along her upper lip and on her left cheek where the blunt head of his prick collided on her face by mistake. But she was not phased in the least and knelt even lower to seize the base of him with both hands to guide it back into her mouth, and devour every last drop of the youth's precious fluid.
Little by little, the satiated penis deflated in her mouth and Billy sighed with relief as he flung out his arms to either side of him in happy exhaustion. Tricia lay there for another moment nibbling softly at the now limp and spent cock. At last she lifted her head and he slipped out of her lips with a slight little slurping sound that only she could bear.
She crawled up alongside Billy's prostrate form then and sat back on her haunches about six inches from his head, smiling down at him with a look of openly immodest pride on her face for the skillful performance she had given to satisfy him. Although he was drained temporarily of strength, it excited him even so to gaze up at her and see his wetly glistening cum still smeared on her sensual womanly face and running in sticky white rivulets down her soft cheek, dripping obscenely in thick droplets from her small pointed chin down onto her succulent ripe breasts. He saw her flick out her long tongue and swipe up as much as she could of the cooling liquid from the area around her mouth, savoring it before she swallowed it.
He looked at her and wondered again about her husband, then found the nerve to ask her about him.
"Well, you know," she said thoughtfully, "he's an older man - and once in a while I get bored and kind of restless, you know. But he knows about it and if he doesn't approve exactly, he doesn't object either." She glanced at the boy who had a worried look on his face and guessing what. was on his mind she added, "But don't get me wrong, I don't just let anyone ball me ... I like nice young boys like you."
Billy felt really flattered, and he grinned, rising to his elbows.
"Well, I've gotta tell you that you were really great ... The - the best time I ever had."
"Thanks, honey, but don't think you're finished yet. You've still got some unfinished business," she said as she leaned forward and with one hand cupped her breast within mere inches of the fourteen year old boy's face, kneading it like some Greek goddess preparing a feast offering to please a mere mortal. Billy reached out and cupped the snowy ripe orb of flesh and rolled the pink hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending small pinpricks of electric feeling through the tips and causing the redhead to moan softly. She rose to her knees then, without losing his hand, and crawled carefully to a point just above his right shoulder. His hand ground harder into her breast as he began to understand what she had in mind, that she was moving into position so that she could lie on her back near his upper body ... and if he turned around he would be directly above her hips. The boldness she exhibited stimulated him to fresh desire and he gave a sudden hard pinch of the soft rubbery nipple that sent a flash of pain and pleasure shooting through her alerted nerves.
"Hurry, honey, hurry up and eat my pussy," she urged, lying down flat on her back and opening her sun-bronzed legs to grant him access to her wanting vagina.
Holy shit, the young boy thought, unable to believe his luck in being seduced by this wanton and uninhibited beauty.
Needing no further prompting, he twisted fully around to crouch over her exposed genitals, lowering himself to his elbows to plant a series of little kisses on the naked flesh of her tummy. The blissful wet contact sent chills racing through her and she automatically reached forward with her hands to tangle them in his hair to pull his face down lower to the "V" of her groin.
He was only too willing to accommodate the urgency of her lusty need and placed his hands just below her pubic mound, spreading the silky dark brown hair with his thumbs and darting out his tongue like a lizard into the moist little slit of her ravenous vagina.
Tricia writhed and squirmed from the sudden tingling contact with the erect bud of her clitoris, spreading her thighs wider and drawing them back moreto provide him a full view of her open pussy. His senses afire again, he clamped his sweating palms against the satiny insides of her thighs and dropped down flat on his stomach between her widespread legs to flick out his spearing tongue like a wet electric probe. The pink moist flesh of her naked vagina was presented up to him in willing sacrifice and he drew back slightly to relish the sight of her obscenely spread cuntal lips.
As though he were an innocent young schoolboy changed into a fiend, Billy circled his tongue around his lips slowly in preparation for an unnatural ravishment. He renewed his grip in the tender skin of her inner thighs and drew apart the soft hair-lined flanges of her pussy with the tips of his fingers. Then, with a slow torturing outward pull, he drew the ragged pink lips slowly apart and exposed the pink wet slit of her vagina to his voracious gaze. He watched it greedily for a moment and then with a husky moan he dropped his face down again and buried the entire length of his long slippery tongue deep into the throbbing warmth of her cuntal passage, causing her to give out a little cry and lift her buttocks up to receive him.
"Oooooo, baby, ooooh!" the lust-crazed woman whimpered beneath him.
She raised her head up off the rug to look down between her thighs and watch in ecstatic delight what was happening to her, her passion completely undisguised as she saw his handsome face rocking up and down between her legs, feasting on her excitedly secreting female juices.
"Wow, oh wooooow," she chanted aloud, her head flailing from side to side, her dark hair flowing and shining as his tongue snaked in and out of the wet swollen lips of her pussy.
This was what she loved, needed, and she basked in the heady currents of pleasure that pulsed deep down in her belly and coursed from her arms to the back of her neck and finally centered in the tips of her firm rounded breasts like needles.
Billy's hands reached up over the milky flatness of her quivering belly and dug harshly into the soft resilient globes, his fingers tweaking the achingly hard nipples between them in unrelenting fury. He labored in slobbering subjugation as his mouth and tongue worked animal-like between the wide-spl?yed lips of her hungry cunt, his eyes wide open and rolling crazily as he watched with arrogant male pride the seemingly agonized contortions of her lovely young face.
She was his, his to carry away to utter sexual frenzy like a rutting bitch, and his newly found male confidence was working now at full power.
His eyes remained locked on her face, his gaze never leaving what he saw through the jiggling white mounds of her breasts as he worked on her. Then he lowered his hands again and pried the moist lips of her pussy apart so that his lancing tongue could slither farther into her wet throbbing passage, deeper and deeper until his lips ached and he thought that the roots of the slippery spear would tear loose.
Suddenly he wanted to bring this wanton woman to the realization that young as he was he was the very best fuck she had ever had and he forced her thighs open even wider, lifting them and pushing them up over her body so that her kneecaps touched the outer swells of her breasts, exposing the whole flat plane of her crotch to his salacious view.
By God, this would show the sexy bitch that he was no kid when it came to sex, he grinned inwardly, and flicked out the tip of his tongue to lick at the tight little puckered hole of her anus nestling just below the moist crevice of her inflamed vagina.
Tricia jumped a little from the surprise of the wet searing contact with the sensitive rubbery ring of flesh, a long low moan of delight escaping from deep in her throat. She clenched her eyes tightly shut in the throes of pleasure and her lips bared back over her teeth from the titilating sensation it sent racing headlong through every atom of her body.
"Yes, oooooh, yesssss," she encouraged desperately screwing her buttocks up and forward to meet the hot flicking tongue licking without mercy at her tiny puckered rectum.
He chuckled to himself and answered her pleading with a quick teasing stab into the defensively flexing opening of the tight fleshy ring, using both of his hands to part the cheeks of her buttocks wider apart.
"Aaaaaah," Tricia groaned again as tiny goosebumps rose on her heaving stomach and full quivering breasts.
She almost sobbed with ecstasy as her buttocks jerked wildly at the darting tongue and sent great tides of delicious sensation through her, flooding her brain and every nerve in her body. She untangled one of her hands from his hair and dropped it to the throbbing open cavern of her cunt, plunging two of her fingers between the swollen lips into the depths of the starving passage. The long graceful fingers began to push in and out and set up a rhythm in harmony with Billy's hot lancing thrusts into her anal opening. Her whole being had burst into a scorching uncontrollable fire that seemed to deprive her of sanity, of all shame, of everything but spastic abandonment to the wonderful soul-stirring male tongue darting in and out of her rectum like a small red hot poker and kept time with her own fingers fucking into her pussy.
Billy, despite his inexperience, was operating on a wholly and primitively instinctual level now. And he knew somehow that she was completely his, had completely surrendered and was no longer just a bored housewife on the make. He thrust his long wet tongue deeper into the quivering sheath of her vagina again, stroking in and out with her fingers as she gyrated her buttocks in a frantic hypnotic rhythm against his face.
Suddenly she began to stiffen and lift her arched back high off the waterbed, forcing him to raise his head a little to keep his mouth locked on her cunt. He sensed that the nakedly spread woman was approaching her orgasm and worked faster to bring her to the grand crest of ultimate sensation. He could feel her slender fingers against his tongue as they fucked into the throbbing wet walls of her aching pussy in unison.
Then it happened!
"Ooooooooaaaaaaahhhhh!" she half-screamed as the paralyzing peak of her pleasure seized her body and she flooded his lips and her own fingers with the juices of her climax.
A trickle of warm moisture ran down the wide-spread crevice of her buttocks and saturated the light brown circle of her anus where his tongue had licked and stabbed only a moment before. Billy sucked hard at the parted vaginal opening and licked thirstily at the warmly secreting fluid, savoring it like a gourmet, until finally she collapsed back flat on the rug and lay panting and completely sapped of energy.
Then, equally exhausted, Billy stretched out beside the contented woman and they lay there together totally immersed in the silence of the room, a silence broken only by the gradually fainter sounds of their breathing.
Several moments later Tricia Logan jumped up and crossed the room to gather up the pants and halter of her bikini, slipping into them as easily as she had discarded them before their torrid session of love-making. Then she wheeled around to face Billy with a sweet smile on her face and said:
"Well, you're quite a little man, quite a remarkable lover ... But you'd better get home now to your lovely family." This last statement she delivered with a small wicked smile on her sensual red lips.
"I-I'd like to see you again ... I'd like that a whole lot," the boy said quickly, nodding his head up and down to emphasize how sincerely he meant it.
And he really did mean it. Shit! It was the best goddamn time he'd had in his whole entire life! And this dark-haired woman had given him the sexual experience he'd been yearning for since he reached adolescence.
"Well, we'll see what happens, honey," she said giving him another one of her sweet superior-seeming smiles.
He had risen from the waterbed and stood now with a dejected, almost pained expression on his face as he watched her give her hair a few final pats in preparation, he guessed, to face her husband. Billy found himself wondering with unreasonable jealousy if the man would make love to her that night. It was utterly idiotic, Billy thought to himself, to feel jealous of this married woman, a stranger he had known for less than a week! Well, he had better things to think of than women! And he had to get home too, or he'd be plenty late for dinner and his mother would be asking him too many questions.
"What's wrong, Billy? Are you worrying your mother will read your mind when you get home?" Tricia asked, somehow able to see into his thoughts just the way he feared his mom would. "Forget it, kid. She'll never know a thing unless you make some sort of dumb confession to her ... And if you do that, you'll not only let yourself in for a lot of trouble, but you'll sure ruin it for me ... and us. Just remember that, Billy."
The young adolescent stood there in silence, feeling awkward and a trifle embarrassed because he was still naked as well as a little, resentful at being given advice by a woman! What did she know? She was just a dumb broad, but because he was a kid she thought she could act superior. And he watched the pretty, red-haired woman walk back across the room and stop just in front of where he was standing with his hands hanging down at his sides.
She stared at him for a moment in silent defiance, seeming to challenge his manhood somehow, until suddenly he accepted her unspoken dare and reached out to pull her to him with both hands. He encircled her tightly in his young arms and ground his mouth down hard against his, feeling a sudden spasm of desire in his loins as her sun-browned body pressed against him in answering obedience. She felt just as soft and yielding against him as she had on the bed and she nestled inside the closeness of his arms as though she had been there many times before and knew every angle and contour of him, moving her own body so that their flesh and bones fit into place like the pieces of a male and female puzzle. He felt his balls begin to ache and his prick begin to rise to erection.
"Wait a minute, baby," Tricia protested as she broke loose from his embrace and stepped back. "As much as I'd like to, I just can't stick around and play now. I've got to whip up a fancy dinner for my old man. Don't you worry now, because we'll get together again ... just as soon as we can."
"But when ... how soon?" he questioned, a suggestion of doubt detectable in the tone of his voice. "If you like me so much, why can't you give me something more definite to look forward to?"
"I just can't, that's all, and you'll just have to believe me when I say that I really do want to make it with you again," Tricia said seriously, softening her voice as she watched his young penis wilt to softness as a result of the adolescent confusion he felt. She knew well what it was like to be vulnerable, on the threshold of sexual awakening.
"See you honey," she said affectionately, and then turned abruptly and walked toward the corridor.
A moment later she was gone and he heard the heavy thud of another door as it closed behind her, the sound like a blow to his ego as he stood rooted to the same spot, feeling foolishly childish, like a little kid again.
Slowly the young boy slipped into his swimsuit, then went back to the pool to find his clothes, and sadly, in the light of the slowly sinking sun, he pulled on his jeans and t-shirt and walked out into the street. He walked quickly now, not wanting to be late for dinner, crossing the street, then stopping for just an instant to gaze back at the large old mansion. A slight sneer twisted his upper lip as he thought bitterly of Tricia's hasty retreat just as soon as she had had her sexual fill of him for the afternoon.
"Fuck her," he growled aloud. "Fuck all broads!" he repeated over and over, inexplicable anger welling up in him.
Fuck his cock-teasing little sister and fuck his mother and all her goddamn questions and rules. Fuck the whole goddamn unfair world!
Chapter 2
Billy was unusually silent at dinner, causing concern on the part of his parents and burning curiosity in his sister Beth. He hardly touched his food and after dinner went up to his room, closed the door, and climbed into bed.
He had been in bed for about a half hour when he heard a soft knock on his door. He ignored it. Damnit! A guy couldn't get any privacy around this stupid house.
Whoever it was knocked again.
"Go away," grunted Billy.
Beth whispered loudly: "Billy, it's me. I want to talk to you."
Aw shit! he thought. That pest never takes no for an answer. "Go away," he said, but his tone was less than convincing.
"Pleeeease, Billy," she implored.
Shit! That sexy little kid could just twist him around her finger.
"Okay ... okay. Come on in. But just for a minute."
Slowly she turned the knob and walked into the moonlit bedroom. She was wearing a pair of nylon baby doll pajamas and the anguished teenaged boy could see his sister's large firm breasts bobbing underneath the thin material. Although only thirteen years old, she had matured early and under her pretty and childlike face was the body of a woman.
"Go get some clothes on, ya dope. Mommy told you not to run around half-naked like that," he told her.
"I have clothes on," she answered, like the little brat he knew she was.
"Okay ... okay, now what do you want, huh?"
She looked at him with a sly glint in her eyes.
"Tell me what you're up to," she whispered. "I saw you talking to Tricia Logan at the Sweet Shop the other day ... and I know you've been hanging out with her at the mansion ... and," she added slyly, "I know there's all kinds of stuff going on there."
"There's nothing going on there and it's none of your damn business," he whispered harshly. "Now get the hell out of my room."
But Beth could tell that along with anger in her brother Billy's voice was something else in his tone compelling her to stay. With her woman-child instincts she felt the power she held over him.
Billy was outwardly angered at his sister and her presence in his bedroom now filled him with a mixture of anger and exultation. And he was disturbed now by his conflicting impulses. Her budding womanhood made him tingle from head to foot, and he watched her with mounting excitement as she paced nervously about his room in her flimsy pajamas. He adored the fluid way she moved her lush young hips with just a suggestion of roundness as she begged him to tell her about his new friend.
And Beth was aware, just below consciousness, that he was devouring her greedily with his eyes while his speech pretended to send her away. She sat down beside him on the bed, crossing her thighs and barely concealing under the flimsy panties, the mound where her young slender thighs joined together. Billy could hardly control his desire to reach out and touch her. But it was wrong! Christ! It was a sin! She was his sister!
"Get out of my room, Beth!" he ordered again, his voice half whisper, half moan.
"When I want to," she said coyly. "You let me stay or I'll tell Mommy where you've been."
Billy was painfully torn now between his burgeoning desire for his little sister and his knowledge that it was a terrible sin. Yet he could not take his eyes from her young luscious body. Beneath the thin folds of her baby doll pajama tops, her firm round breasts fell free, the delicate pink peaks of her nipples standing out proudly and perking to a light erection as the cool night breeze from the slightly open window caressed them.
Beth herself felt strangely excited, yet her tender age and total inexperience made it impossible for her to be truly aware of what was happening. Yet the thirteen year old girl knew instinctively, if not consciously, how to play the game between the sexes.
Beth looked at Billy and saw him leering intently at her, feeling a slight flush of embarrassment warm her cheeks due to her skimpy outfit. Even though Billy was her brother and she loved him with every atom of her being, she knew that something strange was happening now between them and she felt a pang of shame at her half-nakedness. The unspoken tension between them grew, and Beth stood up and walked to the window to break the spell between them.
Billy's eyes followed her, focused on the gentle swells of her hips. He marveled at the magnificence of her almost bare young body, the soft golden triangle of her pubic hair only a tiny shade darker than the long shimmering blonde hair cascading down her back and over her narrow shoulders. Everything about her, from her pert nose and lush mouth to the almost lyrical quality of her velvet-smooth tapering legs, was unbelievably arousing to the young boy.
"I'll give you three to get out of my room," he told her in a desperate attempt to break the erotic spell entwining them.
"And if I don't?" she taunted.
Billy could take her teasing no more.
I'll show that little bitch, he thought.
Suddenly he reached out and grabbed her arm roughly, dragging her down on the bed with him.
"Heeeey! You let go of me, Billy Russell. Let go or I'll call Mommy!" she whispered harshly, feeling momentary panic at the rapidly deteriorating situation.
"Shut up," Billy told her, and placed his hand roughly over her mouth.
The physical contact with his exquisite sister burned through his brain and body and he felt his blazing anger and lust melting into tenderness now. As if spellbound to each other, the young brother and sister were still for a long moment. Then Billy slowly pulled her to him and cushioned his head on her breasts, taking one of the soft white spheres in his hand and guiding the pinkish-brown nipple to his mouth. He kissed it, carefully at first, like a sacred gem, and then began to make gentle teasing swipes with his tongue around it that sent swift chills of delicious sensation flitting over her innocent skin, her back arching suddenly as she pulled his head down against her more firmly, her hand tightening urgently at the back of his neck. Delirious with desire, the young boy moved his mouth from one breast to the other, feasting on them, kissing and gently nibbling at the tips, as his hands slithered down to roam over her smooth satiny tummy and flanks.
"No, Billy, no!" Beth moaned. "No, we mustn't," she protested, but her newly awakened senses gradually began to overwhelm her, momentarily overcoming any sense that it was wrong, and she clung to her brother even more tightly with both arms, her creamy soft body starting to react for the first time to a male's caresses and kisses.
Then, without warning, one of his hands dropped lower and began to probe between her milky white thighs, his fingers insinuating themselves deeper between her legs to rest on the hair-lined lips of her virginal vagina.
"Please, Billy, we mustn't," she whimpered, even though a surprising tingling sensation commenced to race through her loins and her breath was coming faster.
"You've teased me one time too many, little sister," he muttered hoarsely, and he shifted the weight of his lower body more heavily onto the firmness of her upper thigh, inching his head up higher on the bed to murmur incoherently in her ear as she felt the bluntness of his long, hard penis digging almost painfully into her softness.
She was on the verge of moving away from him when suddenly one of the fingers between her legs slipped just inside the slowly moistening lips of her vaginal entrance. The unanticipated intrusion sent a a shock of pain running all over her, causing her to stiffen and freeze on the mattress.
"No, Billy, no ... " she cried. But it was too late for him to stop.
He rolled off her to his side and placed her small hand on his stiff cock with his own fingers wrapping hers around its blood-filled hardness. Despite her timidity, she clenched tight, hearing his answering groan of pleasure rise from deep in his chest.
Wow! she marveled inwardly, amazed now by its enormity in her innocent eyes. Her fingers tingled with pleasure encircling its pulsing thickness, and she wanted to please her brother now. Yet she was also terrified for she knew it was wrong to feel this way.
Choking back her mounting panic, she began to massage the outer skin back and forth and up and down the hard shaft. Groaning softly, Billy reached back between her legs again, and inserted one slender finger between the wet lips almost two inches to the tight young cunt.
Yet this time it felt different to Beth, and she moaned as well as a wave of pleasure overcame her, and without thinking, she relaxed her inner thighs to grant him greater access to her as at the same time she increased the speed of the strokings of her own hand on his cock. With each stroke she could feel Billy's maleness jerking to greater hardness, even though a moment before she would not have believed it was possible. What to the young girl seemed its imposing thickness caused her to feel somewhat panicked, and her rising desire began to fade as she realized the gravity of their actions.
This couldn't be happening, she thought. This is wrong, very wrong!
But Billy eased his long lean body on top of her again and, automatically, she clamped her thighs tightly together, trapping his rock-hard penis between them. Like a madman, he struggled frantically to aim it just high enough to sink the glistening tip into the opening of his sister's tight, clenched vagina but she fought with all her strength against him, squirming toward the head of the bed to escape the straining cock.
"Please, please, Billy, no ... no ... I'm so afraid!" Beth pleaded piteously, her eyes filling with tears. "You know it's wrong ... we mustn't do it ... we mustn't."
And suddenly and inexplicably, her pleading struck a responsive chord in Billy and he rolled over on his back with a deep sigh, his rock hard young penis slowly deflating as he realized the gravity of their actions.
Brother and sister lay quietly in the dark now staring vacantly at the ceiling. Whatever had possessed them to play with temptation like that!
"Beth, I-I'm sorry," he said, his voice choked with sadness.
"It's okay, Billy," said the beautiful woman-child, and with a strangely mature and worldly sigh, she stood up and tiptoed out of her brother's bedroom.
Chapter 3
Bernice Russell, Billy's mother, walked slowly over to the stove and returned to the kitchen table with the coffee pot. She poured herself a fresh, steaming cup, added sugar and cream, and sipped the comforting warm liquid trying to sort out her thoughts. She should have started off her housework hours ago, she thought, but the problems in her mind seemed built up like a house of cards ready to topple.
Things were all wrong ... family life was not good. Beginning with her and Harvey. She'd been a good wife to him for fifteen years, but the thrill had certainly gone out of their marriage. Why, he hardly ever touched her anymore. Once a certain spark had been there, but now ...
Oh dear Lord, she thought. It's all my fault! And then, No! No! She hadn't let herself go the way other women her age had. Her breasts were still high and taut, her body slender and firm. However, she had never been a sexually responsive woman. Perhaps it had been her strict religious upbringing. She did not know for sure. But for most of the years of her marriage she had pretended passion that wasn't there.
Lately, though, she had been unable to keep up the pretense. When this change first began to happen, Harvey had been patient, thinking that her failure to become aroused was only a passing stage. But after several months had passed without any discernible change in her bedroom behavior, all communication had begun to crumble. She felt panicked now and trapped ... afraid she might lose the only man she ever loved. After all, Harvey was still young and attractive. Thirty-five was a lot younger for a man than for a woman, she knew. But God! The thought of life without him was too terrible to entertain.
The sound of the doorbell rescued her from tumbling deeper into the morass of despair.
She glanced at the kitchen clock. Goodness. Already nine-thirty and she hadn't even begun to clean house. She walked to the door, still feeling the tremendous weight of her problems on her shoulders. She opened it to find Tricia Logan.
Bernice Russell had met the woman only a few times and knew little about her except that rumors were constantly circulating among the residents of their town that Mr. Logan was her fifth husband, and that he was extremely wealthy and a good twenty years older than she. She had also heard many rumors of strange goings on at the large mansion.
"Hello, Mrs. Russell," Tricia greeted her in a sultry but friendly tone. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything by dropping by unannounced, but I'd like to get to know you better, especially since we're neighbors, and also I've got something you should see, because I know you're a concerned citizen."
"Yes, of course, come in," Bernice Russell invited, hoping that her troubles with her husband did not show in her face. Besides, she was intrigued by Tricia's reference to whatever it was she had to show her that was so important.
Bernice swung the door open wider and stepped back as the elegant redhead brushed by into the corridor. When Mrs. Russell had led her visitor into the living room, she motioned with a wave of her hand toward a comfortable armchair.
"Thanks, but why don't you sit there instead ... I'll sit on the arm next to you while I show you what I found less than a block from the school where your children go," Tricia suggested, an almost grave look clouding her face as she took Bernice's elbow and escorted her to the chair, where she sat looking up at the woman before her standing with one hand on her hip and a large purse in the other.
When after a moment Tricia turned her attention to an envelope that she withdrew from the bag, Bernice became suddenly aware of just how ravishingly sexy the redhead was. She wore a clinging pink sweater that accentuated the fullness of her big breasts and a pair of tight bluejeans that promised a pair of long, shapely legs. Bernice Russell, married all her life to one man, could not help but wonder why such a stunning, seemingly intelligent woman had already gone through four husbands.
"Is what you have to show me in the envelope?" Bernice asked with outward calm, attempting to camouflage the strange nervous anxiety that was beginning to come over her in the presence of the striking redhead.
"Yes," Tricia nodded. "I found the envelope on the sidewalk as I was walking along on the way to see a friend. It wasn't sealed, so naturally I opened it to see if there was anything valuable inside. I was so bowled over by what it contained that I just had to show someone around here what's obviously happening right near our local junior high school ... it's unnatural! ... Anyway, I just didn't know who to turn to or who to tell, and then I remembered that you always struck me as such a sensible and concerned parent. So I came over right away."
"For heaven's sake, show me what it is," Bernice said, her curiosity brimming over into an expression of undisguised impatience.
Tricia gave the mother a little smile of apology and put her hand in the envelope to draw out a stack of black and white photographs, shoving them brusquely forward into Bernice's hand as she sat down on the arm of the chair with her shoulders resting back against the upright cushion behind the woman's head.
Bernice's heart skipped a beat and she sucked in her breath as she leaned forward in the chair to look down at the top photograph. It was one of a woman's face, her mouth in a strained circle around some man's erect penis: She sat in silence for a moment with her eyes averted to one side, afraid that the sight of the obscene picture might nauseate her to the point of vomiting. Never in her sheltered life had she seen a picture like this.
"Look at it, just look at what she's doing," Tricia said with contempt. "I want you to know what kind of people are invading our town, contaminating it with filth like this. So look at these carefully, memorize them, because we women have to be on guard against this sort of perverted thing ... sex acts not at all natural outside of marriage."
"But what can we do about it?" Bernice questioned. "We don't even know who these belong to."
"Just memorize them," the huge-busted redhead said sharply, "and I'll take care of the matter in my own way ... By the way," she added, "I'd like a drink of brandy to steady my nerves after all this. That's your bar over there, isn't it? Well, you sit right where you are and examine those pictures ... our evidence ... and I'll go and fix myself a drink in the bar."
With that, Tricia rose and crossed the room to disappear inside the bar without waiting for any comment from Bernice.
The housewife was intimidated by the other woman's sophisticated aura of authority and never thought to question the real intent of the unexpected visit. Instead, Bernice followed her instructions and, hardly daring to breathe, lowered her gaze carefully to study the photograph of the woman sucking the man's penis. She was astonished that she kept from choking on the enormous shaft. It was huge, even bigger than her husband Harvey's, and her lips were locked on it shamelessly as though they would never let go. A tiny ripple of sensation coursed through the attractive mother as she realized its size and she chided herself as she wondered what it would be like to have something that huge shoved between her thighs.
As Tricia was still in the bar, Bernice's curiosity again got the best of her and she flipped guiltily to the next one, gasping when she saw the same woman sitting on a straight-backed chair with her feet flat on the floor and her legs spread wide apart. There was a man, a different one this time, kneeling between her thighs and Bernice could see clearly that his tongue was inserted almost all the way into the pinkly glistening opening between the widespread lips of her vagina. It was an obscene sight, something that she could never permit herself to submit to, and yet she had to admit that just viewing the depraved act was beginning to excite her against her will. A slight moistness was spreading between her thighs and she pressed them tightly together in an attempt to stop the tiny prickles of unwanted pleasure.
She jerked with surprise as Tricia entered the room suddenly with two tumblers of brandy in her hands. Bernice had temporarily forgotten that the other woman was even in the house and her face flushed crimson with embarrassment as she realized that it was too late to hide the fact that she had been poring over the pictures with more than casual interest.
"Don't be ashamed, dear," Tricia said offhandedly in her sultry voice as she handed Bernice one of the tumblers of brandy. "Here, drink this to soothe your nerves while you go through the rest of these shocking obscenities. I'll just sit here on the arm again and look over your shoulder ... Maybe I'll finally recognize one of these fiends."
"It - it was only that I've never seen anything like this before ... and you said I should remember," Bernice stammered sheepishly.
"Of course, dear. I know exactly what you mean. I felt the same way when I first looked at them," Tricia consoled. "But get a grip on yourself now and we'll try to stand looking at all of them to find out what's infesting our community."
Bernice felt instinctively that something rang untrue about Tricia Logan's explanation of how she had found the photographs lying in plain sight on the sidewalk. And somehow the sexy-looking redhead's distress over what the pictures showed seemed almost as unlikely as her stated purpose in bringing them to Bernice, an ordinary housewife whom she had met only a few times. Nevertheless, for some reason unknown to her, Bernice was no longer simply nervous about Tricia's presence; she was almost frightened by the other woman's ability to influence and manipulate her emotionally. The woman seemed to be able to see inside her and use what she saw there at will to make Bernice believe her ... or at least not dare to disagree openly.
"Go ahead, look at them," Tricia said curtly, the slight edge in her voice startling the beautiful young housewife and making her feel like a naughty child who was being justifiably admonished for disobedience.
"Oh yes, forgive me - I was thinking of something," Bernice automatically apologized to the woman leaning just behind her. She took a big swallow of brandy to bolster her courage before picking up the stack of pictures from her lap. It burned going down her throat but gradually she felt a glow of warmth in her stomach that seemed to settle her nerves a little. She looked down then at the next one and saw a young girl who looked almost as young as her daughter Beth sucking the enormous cock of a hairy man with his face buried between the girl's legs.
"Now what do you think of that?" Tricia asked. "Do you think there are people who do that living here?"
"I - I don't know ... Maybe," Bernice mumbled in reply.
She was becoming confused and quickly drank the rest of her brandy to ease the pressure she felt. She could remember that her husband Harvey, during the early years of their marriage, would sometimes try to push her face down toward his loins, but she had failed to follow through. She had not even known what he really wanted of her. Also, the picture reminded her of another time when he had placed soft kisses on the nakedness of her belly and then knelt between her open thighs to place more moist kisses on the soft flesh and gently curling pubic hair surrounding her vaginal lips. She had begged for him to stop, almost screaming out that she hated him for trying to submit her to such an evil sin. He had reluctantly moved up over her again and taken her in the old normal way, and she had pretended passion with the same old dismaying guilt that she felt every time they made love ... But this picture of such a young girl, she thought changing the flow of her mind, this was shocking, disgraceful! ... And so why did these photographs work her up to. this intense level of excitement? My God, perhaps all these years of her so-called frigidity had as much to do with his method of approaching her sexually as with the way she had been brought up.
"You seem fascinated by that particular one," Tricia said insinuatingly, after having watched Bernice sit motionless for several minutes. "You know, don't you, that a lot of the so-called experts say that there is no such thing as an immoral sex act between two people who are willing ... and that it is very healthy for teenagers to be sexually active."
"Yes, I've read about it," Bernice answered as she turned up the next photograph. Lewd stirrings of lust churned in her stomach as her eyes locked with fascination on the spectacle before her. It was a voluptuous blonde this time and she was lying flat on her back with her legs pried wide apart by an ugly paunchy man who was standing between them, his large cock planted all the way between her uplifted legs. The camera angle showed clearly where his thick hard rod disappeared into the soft, hair-fringed folds of her vagina. He was in her almost up to the hilt and only a tiny part of it at the base was left showing, wet and glistening. The girl's face was contorted with the ecstasy of feeling him inside her and Bernice suddenly felt a pang of envy ... In all her years of marriage, she had never experienced this sort of intense sexual pleasure with Harvey, she thought dolefully, and now more than ever she was determined to take some measure, she had no idea what, to change the situation. Perhaps a psychiatrist, or a marriage counselor, or even one of the workshops she read the university ran for frigid women.
She continued to stare down at the photograph and once more forgot that Tricia was sitting back just behind her on the arm of the big chair. Bernice had never seen two people having intercourse before, not in pictures or in real life, and she was wholly absorbed in how the woman's legs were spread oat high in the air by the man's hands grasping her thighs just below both of her knees. God, it was exciting! ... There was no denying it! ... The beautiful blonde housewife began to squirm down involuntarily against the cushion of the chair as she clenched her thighs firmly together again in an effort to extinguish the fire mounting mercilessly, growing hotter and hotter, deep in her loins and at the erect tips of her gently heaving breasts.
She was totally unaware of the movement behind her when Tricia had cautiously slipped her right hand down into the big beach bag on the floor next to the chair, slowly withdrawing what appeared to be nothing more than a harmless cigarette lighter. The redhead casually placed an unlit cigarette between her lips to account for the presence of the lighter she held in her hand - just in case the woman seated below her should unexpectedly turn around - and then aimed the shiny silver instrument at the profile of Bernice's face as she continued to stare down with an almost rapturously excited expression at the lewd but thrilling position of the couple in the picture.
Bernice was so engrossed as she shuffled through the obscene photographs that she did not hear the tiny metallic clicks as Tricia pressed down again and again with her thumb on the ignition lever of the cigarette lighter, catching the various expressions of obvious excitement and awe as they appeared on the usually nonsexual, housewifely face of her unwitting hostess. The cunning redhead zeroed in on the small camera-lighter carefully so that the dirty pictures would be included in the shots as well as the profile of Bernice's face, for otherwise the results of her efforts would be worthless.
Hah, Tricia chuckled to herself, these were going to be perfect! She could hardly wait to rush the exposed film over to her husband Roy, who would develop and enlarge these shots of Bernice Russell gazing down passionately at the filthy photographs. Roy was an amateur photographer himself and had all of the finest equipment to produce detailed black and white glossies. Together they had cooked up this cruel scheme to entangle the entire Russell family in a web of emotional black mail. Although he was nearing fifty, the wealthy man's greedy lust had not dwindled at all with middle age, and he enjoyed nothing more than exploiting naive and innocent people to the demands of his unbridled lust - especially when the woman had a cool exterior under which he knew he could uncover a never-before tapped hot streak. And Tricia, whose sexual appetites were voracious and varied, was his partner in these schemes.
And now Tricia wanted to snap one special shot of Bernice that would be particularly intimidating when the right time came. She knew there was one picture that would do it because of its appropriately lascivious detail and because it was entitiled with the caption, "Mother and Son" at the bottom. Her observations of and conversations with Billy over the past week had inspired her choice of the picture.
"Wait a minute dear, there's one shot I want you to see before you go on," Tricia said crisply, shocking Bernice back to the realization of her visitor's presence. "Actually, it's rather amusing and a bit of a relief from the filth we've been memorizing together ... to protect ourselves."
Tricia knew well how involved Bernice had been a minute ago and would welcomely accept any face-saving offer now -even one so blatantly absurd as the suggestion that the still attractive mother had been actually studying the pictures to somehow protect the honor and purity of her family in the future.
"Yes, that would be a relief," Bernice instantly agreed, wishing that the empty tumbler next to her had some brandy left in it. She was not used to drinking, certainly not in the middle of the morning, but right now she needed the dulling effect of alcohol - anything to lessen the pressure of the passion and guilt she felt so intensely that she wanted to scream.
"Ah, yes, here it is," Tricia said as she leaned forward and found the stack with one hand as she held the cigarette and lighter behind her in the other hand. Leaning back once again, the full-bodied redhead began to laugh uproariously, pausing occasionally to insert a caustically humorous remark about the couple in the picture. At first Bernice was horrified, then suddenly she began to giggle and then burst out laughing too, surprised by the sound of it, surprised that she had succumbed and joined the other woman's laughter simply to oblige her ... The voluptuous mother really believed that the subject was the most shocking thing she had ever seen, and yet the image was spellbinding, causing her to laugh to break the unberable tension and confusion she felt.
Bernice had the feeling that she was terribly stupid and that Tricia was laughing at her as much as the alleged mother and son locked together on the bed, locked nakedly together like animals.
"I think I've seen enough," Bernice said when Tricia's laughter ended. "I can't see how looking at the rest will do any good, and besides, what could we really do about this sort of thing anyway?"
"I told you before, dear, I'll take care of the matter in my own way," Tricia said with a tiny sarcastic smile on -her face. "I have a plan." She reached down then and took the pile of photographs from Bernice's still slightly trembling hands. When she had placed them inside the envelope, still smirking as she congratulated herself for the two excellent shots she had caught of Mrs. Russell's open laughter at the titled picture, she saw no reason to remain there any longer. She had accomplished what she had come for and she did not want to risk Roy's having a stroke by making him wait too long to get his hands on the film.
Reaching down beside her to pick up the bag containing the envelope and lighter, Tricia rose and stood looking down at Bernice's stiffly tense form in the chair. Everything had gone much more easily than she had expected, Tricia decided. She had thought that the repressed housewife who was so obviously frigid would be more of a challenge. The poor woman must be either stupid or incredibly gullible to swallow without any real resistance the story about the dirty pictures and all the rest ... But Billy Russell's voluptuously built mother was certain not incapable of feeling sexual fire, Tricia mused; for awhile she had wondered if the woman might just have an orgasm at the result of seeing other people fucking and sucking each other.
"Oh, are you leaving?" Bernice asked, her voice trembling somewhat, from the shock of what she'd been seeing and feeling.
"I guess I might as well, Mrs. Russell, if you're not really willing to help me with my plan," Tricia said with a sly smile, enjoying this parting twist of the other woman's emotions.
"I - I'm really very sorry, Mrs. Logan, but ... but please understand,"
Bernice apologized, "I hope your plan works, I really do, but I'd be so ashamed if anyone knew that I'd even looked at actual photographs of people doing ... posing like that in front of a camera."
"Anyone? Not even your husband?" Tricia persisted, hoping to drive in a solid fear of the possibility. She was well aware of the sexual frustration that her longsuffering husband must feel and guessed that she had been sexually unresponsive all these years, causing a strong assault on Harvey Russell's sense of masculinity. Certainly, after Billy described his parents' lack of communication, she was sure it was so.
"Heavens, no!" Bernice exclaimed. "Please, please don't let anyone else know about this afternoon."
"I'll be seeing you, then," Tricia said airily as she walked toward the front corridor, turning to wave goodbye to Bernice before disappearing.
"Thank God," Bernice breathed with relief at the sound of the door closing. She fell back in the same chair, feeling utterly drained after her nerve-shattering encounter with Tricia Logan and looking at the lewd pictures. She closed her eyes, then squeezed them tightly together to get rid of the obscene images that played now in her brain. But it didn't work. And as she cleaned the house that morning, going through her normal routine, she could not rid herself of the images in her mind or the growing excitement between her legs.
Chapter 4
It was beginning to seem to Bernice Russell that life was getting more and more out of hand, harder to understand ... even painful. Lord knows what had gotten into the children, but Bill and Beth teased and taunted each other worse than ever. Billy was becoming secretive, coming home late for supper after spending his afternoons she knew not where, hardly touching his meals, then retreating alone to his room. And Beth too was impossible. She insisted on wearing her skirts far shorter than Mrs. Russell would have thought proper. She would hem them an inch or two above the knee, but after leaving the house, she knew Beth rolled her skirt up at the waist until all her thigh was showing. And the well developed young girl was refusing now to wear a bra. She said it wasn't fashionable, and would leave the house in little T-shirts revealing almost fully her large firm young breasts. And Harvey, her husband, was the biggest problem of all. God! She worried maybe he was having an affair. He was no longer cold and nasty to her. On the contrary, he was all sweetness and politeness on the surface. And as they climbed into bed at night he would give her a little peck on the lips and turn to go to sleep. He never even tried to touch her anymore. After Mrs. Logan had showed her those disgusting pictures, she had been sexually aroused all day, hoping that for the first time, she could bring that excitement to bed and end the cold, frigid years as if by a miracle. But that night Harvey turned from her and fell asleep, and she had not the confidence of a seuxally assured woman to make the first move.
She was sipping her morning coffee in the kitchen, wondering when and if things in her family would ever change, when she saw Tricia Logan mount the steps to her porch. As she hurriedly went to answer the bell, Bernice wondered anxiously why the woman was returning. It had seemed since she brought those pictures the first time, that everything in her family life had taken an extreme turn for the worse. And so the attractive but naive housewife summoned up what she hoped was an appropriate smile and threw open the door to face the unwanted visitor.
A few minutes later, after an exchange of strained cordialities in the hallway, the two women sat across from each other at the kitchen table with a cup of steaming hot coffee in front of each of them.
"Well, Bernice, I can't see any reason to beat around the bush," Tricia finally said as she ominously cleared her throat like a judge about to hand out a long sentence.
"Are you going to bring out those terrible photographs again," Bernice asked fearfully. "Well, I don't want any part of this and if that's what you're here about I'll have to ask you to leave."
"Now, now, Mrs. Russell," she said. "I certainly do have some more photos, but I know you will be particularly interested in these."
"I don't want to see anymore pictures," Bernice answered angrily.
"You'll want to see these," Tricia said quickly as she held up a small bundle of photographs. "After all, you're the star in this set."
"W-what are you talking about?"
Tricia pushed the tiny bundle of photographs over the table toward the distressed woman.
"Wh-what are these?" Bernice stammered, her voice weakening in uncertainty as she picked up the bundle and began to loosen the thin string around it.
"They're the shots that I took of you the other day with a special camera," Tricia explained, "when you got all hot and bothered from just looking at the filthy picture I showed you. It's visible evidence to show your husband what kind of filthy tramp you really are!"
"W-what ... this is unbelievable! Why are you doing this to me?" Bernice half sobbed as an overwhelming feeling of helplessness crumbled her resistance little by little, making it seem futile to even try to defend herself against the awful accusations and lies.
"Because ... " Tricia stopped short. "Well, you'll hate me for it now, and thank me for it later," she finally said, mysteriously.
The words meant nothing to Bernice, who groaned to herself as she glimpsed with horror the first few shots of her that Tricia Logan had snapped on the sly the day before. The voluptuous housewife could see that her face was in profile and that her features were clearly recognizable, but worst of all, it would be easy for anyone to tell at a glance that she had been deeply aroused by the obscene photographs shown in her hand as she gazed down at them. Even the models in them had been caught in graphic detail by the camera that she had never even been aware of.
"I think your husband would be interested in the one coming up next," Tricia chuckled with implied irony. "Maybe Billy would like to see it too. It's the shot of you laughing at the mother and son coupled on the bed ... Your frustrated husband would just love to see in black and white how funny you think it is for a mother to fuck her own son. He might even think you laugh at him while you just lie there under him thinking of your own son!"
Never in her life had she heard such obscenity. It was horrible, hideous. Bernice's hands trembled almost out of control as she stared at the picture of her seeming to laugh hilariously at the photograph with "Mother and Son" in clear white letters at the bottom. This could not be happening to her, but it was! Tricia Logan glaring at her across the disgusting photos on her familiar kitchen table ... it was all hideously real, though, and was happening at this moment! It was a nightmare but she was actually living it right now at her own kitchen table! Why in God's name was she being tortured in this way? She did not know, but for some reason this woman wanted to make her suffer, to completely destroy her very soul. Even more horrifying than her wicked motives, whatever they were, was the fact that she could see no way out. The odds against her seemed too great at the moment.
"Answer me, Mrs. Russell! Wouldn't Harvey and Billy ... even young Beth ... find the pictures of you interesting? Especially the one that shows you laughing?" Tricia taunted. Jesus, she thought, this woman was so naive that it was a delight to crucify her this way. It was a temptation to prod the woman more and enslave her then and there. But no, she did not dare spoil everything by going too far. Her splendid scheme had worked beautifully and she could not risk pushing the woman over the edge - beyond fear - as it might deprive them all of the greater things in store.
Bernice sat stupified, unable to speak from the sheer force of her terror and shock. Suddenly, Tricia rose from her seat and stepped forward to place her hand consolingly on the exquisite housewife's quivering shoulder. ,
"Do you have anything to say?" Tricia asked, less harshly, as she stood over Bernice's chair. "Don't you want to tell me how you're going to explain yourself before we present Harvey with all the evidence we have against you?"
"Oh, dear God, what can I do?" Bernice sobbed as she dropped her head into her hands like a child. "P-please, please," she blubbered into her upturned palms, "don't tell him. I beg you ... I'd do anything to keep him from seeing these."
Tricia smiled at-her success, gloating, and said: "Well, it's really very simple. We're having a party tomorrow evening starting at eight o'clock ... I'll make you a deal. You bring your husband and two children and ... who knows ... maybe we'll be able to work something out."
"My ch-children ... What do they have to do with - with this!" she asked fearfully.
Mrs Logan shook her head back and forth. "Just do as I say and you've nothing to worry about." Tricia stood up and started toward the front door. "Incidentally," she said, "you may keep those pictures of you, because we've got two more complete sets safely tucked away one for your husband and one for the newspapers if it comes to that ... Bye now. We'll expect you at the party around eight then."
A moment afterwards Bernice was completely alone again with her fear and the problem of how to cope with the hideous threats that had been heaped on her out of the blue.
Taking her children to the party? What kind of a party would it be? But the consequences of not following instructions was so hideous she knew she would acquiesce to the redheaded woman's request.
Chapter 5
"Billy, you're not going to a party at the Logan mansion in those filthy blue-jeans, are you?" Bernice Russell asked her son angrily. It was a relief to put her nervous energy into dealing with familiar old problems.
"Aw, you gotta be kidding, Ma?" he moaned. Shit! If his mother could have seen him stark naked licking Mrs. Logan's cunt, she wouldn't ask such a stupid question now.
Just then Beth walked into the living room wearing a tight white turtleneck sweater and a plaid skirt. God! she's beautiful, Bill thought. But Harvey Russell, the girl's father, was shocked. Christ! How could a young girl walk around with her tits sticking out of a sweater like that. It was revolting, he told himself, and quickly repressed the thought that the sight of his daughter's high full breasts was sexually exciting to him. "Go put on some underwear," he said to her gruffly, to mask his forbidden attraction.
"Oh, Daddy," Beth sighed, "nobody wears a bra anymore!"
"Let's get going," Bernice finally said. She couldn't risk a family battle that would keep them from the party. So the four of them piled into the family station wagon and drove the few blocks to the Logan mansion.
As they drew alongside the curb in front of the imposing building, the sound of rock music penetrated the air.
Harvey grew concerned. There was something about the atmospohere around the house and the mood of the people milling about outside, that felt "off" to him. But he couldn't put his finger on it. "You think we should be taking the children here?" he whispered to his wife. "What the hell kind of a place is this?"
Bernice Russell knew too well what the consequences would be if they didn't. "Don't worry, dear," was all she said, and then they were at the front door being greeted by Tricia Logan, who charmingly ushered them inside.
"I'm so glad you could all come," she said with that peculiarly knowing smile. "Follow me."
And she led them through the living room, which was already filled with wildly gyrating dancers, and into the bar.
"Nick," she greeted the bartender, "give my friends the house special."
"Sure thing, Mrs. Logan," the bartender winked back. And reached behind the counter for a smoky glass bottle with no label. Then he poured out four glasses of golden liqueur from the mysterious container.
"Hey," Tricia asked, "what about little old me?" And so the bartender agreeably poured another glass. "To love and freedom," the redhead toasted.
"Wait just one minute," said Harvey angrily. "I don't want my kids drinking any alcoholic beverages." And he looked to his wife for support. Bernice felt a terrible conflict. She didn't want her children drinking either, but she was terrified of the results of displeasing Tricia Logan. And after all, one little drink was okay. She had even read somewhere that it was better for teenagers to be allowed to taste liquor so that it wouldn't seem so special, than to deny it so that it would be more desirable to them.
"Oh, dear," she said hesitantly, "I think maybe just this once it would be okay."
"All right, all right," Harvey muttered. He was so tired of fighting with his family. And so the four Russells downed the harmless-looking golden liqueur, that quickly warmed their bellies and began its sensual and relaxing effect. They had just downed healthy doses of Roy Logan's specially and illegally imported African aphrodesiac, and without realizing what was happening, the family group began to split apart. Tricia slipped her arm into Harvey's and led him off to meet a friend of hers. Billy, hot to dance, had found a young girl with long platinum blonde hair and was dancing wildly with her in the living room. Beth had been engaged in conversation by the heavy-set, balding Mr. Logan, and Bernice, overcome with confusion and mixed feelings, found a seat in a corner of the living room, and proceeded to watch the partiers. A few moments after she had sat down, her slightly glazed eyes caught sight of a gray-haired man in his late fifties with a slender girl half his age in a nearby corner of the room. They were stretched out on top of a pile of bright colored pillows with their arms around each other. She saw the man's knee moving rhythmically between the young woman's legs, forcing them apart as he dropped his hand to raise the skirt of her green semi-formal gown higher and exposing most of her thighs.
And despite herself, Bernice felt a warm burning sensation rising up from between her thighs. She crossed her legs to ward off the feeling, thinking she should find her children and take them home. But she was unable to move, captivated because of the liqueur by the hypnotic movements of the dancing bodies before her.
And Beth, through her liqueur-dazed young mind, realized Mr. Logan was saying he wanted to show her something in his study, and she followed him as he led her up the polished mahogany staircase to his study.
She gazed around in awe at the luxurious room after he had seated her on a wide couch of rich black leather and turned back to the door to lock it.
"Just so we won't be disturbed," he explained as he deposited the key in his pocket and went to the shelf where two glasses were sparkling side by side where they had been placed on a white linen napkin. She watched him open the cabinet just below and bring up an almost full bottle of the same liqueur she and her family had sipped downstairs at the party. She was surprised now to see this older man offer her one before he sat down next to her with one thigh resting heavily against hers. She felt a light tremor of gooseflesh riple over her skin from the contact and shuddered as she lifted the glass to her mouth. The sweet liquid tasted good though, and coursed through her blood making the teenage girl feel light-headed and relaxed.
"What did you want to talk to me about, Mr. Logan," she asked innocently.
"Now, little girl, just be quiet and do what I tell you," Roy Logan replied quickly as he reached out to slip his arm around her waist and cup it warmly just below her right breast. She jumped a little and tried to run away but he grabbed her firmly by the arm.
"Let go. Leave me alone," she said, frightened now of this older man. But his hand held her even tighter.
"Now, now, . my child," he said in an artificially soothing voice, "why don't you just have another sip of that drink ... you liked it didn't you?"
"Sure," Beth answered, thinking that at least it was a way to stall for time. The beautiful woman-child accepted the drink the older man handed her and began to sip it slowly, hoping to find a way out of this dreadful situation. She thought of crying for help, but she was too timid. And although she sipped the drink slowly, before long the glass was empty and she felt a warm glow in her tummy, and a strangely thrilling sensation spreading over her.
"This couch is as big as a bed, isn't it?" Roy chuckled softly as he leered down at the twin globes of her full ripe young breasts protruding through her thin white sweater.
"Yes," she answered nervously. "Mr. Logan, what did you want to talk to me about?"
"Ahhh, my child. What I want with you is more important than talk," he said hoarsely as his eyes continued to rove over the exciting lines of her delicious young body, just the thought of what was concealed under the sweater causing his prick to jerk to life and slowly begin to rise in the crotch of his trousers, filling his jockey shorts with its semi-hardness.
"Please, what do you want with me?" she asked imploringly, wishing he would say something to her and break the overwhelming tension she was feeling. God, where were her parents and Billy? How could they leave her alone with this terrible man?
"This is what I want, my child," he breathed, grinning to himself. For a secnd a feeling of panic came over the young girl beside him, momentarily contorting the lovely features of her innocent young face. God, he thought, he could barely wait to touch this incredible blonde child, but he knew that he had to hold himself in check and work carefully, while Tricia saw to it that her parents and brother were equally well entertained. The bartender had winked at Roy so he knew that the rest of the Russell family had consumed enough of the powerful African aphrodisiac to insure that a good time would be had by all at this party. It had cost him plenty to have a two-year supply of the stuff smuggled into this country, Roy remembered, but hell, it was the results he always got that made it worth every cent he had paid the two men who had delivered the shipment.
"Please, I want to go back downstairs to my family," Beth pleaded, her own voice sounding hazy and far away to her.
"Don't worry," he said, his voice soft and caressing. "I want to make you happy, I want to make you feel good." His mouth watered as he fastened his eyes on her lap with the clinging wool of her plaid skirt forming a little hollow between her thighs. Her full young breasts pressed tauntingly against her tight sweater and Roy's cock jumped to greater hardness at the tantalizing sight.
Suddenly he turned her face toward him harsly with his free hand and planted his lips wetly to hers, grinding his mouth against her tightly. She whimpered in protest and struggled weakly for a second. God! What if her parents walked in and saw this. Man, would she be in trouble. Her panic increased as he pulled her closer and moved his arm up from her waist to drape it over her shoulder with his hand dangling down and his fingertips brushing softly against the swell of her breast.
Beth's emerging adolescent passions grew hotter, yet she knew she should object to the advances of this man. Despite the fact, though, that he was so old and fat, there was something about his touch that made her feel oh so good. Just the rough contact with his puffy lips sent tiny butterfly-like sensations flittering over her nerve ends. Then she felt him press his palm warmly on the top of her right breast, his fingers digging gently into the softness as he moved his mouth to her ear to exhale the heat of his breath against her. She hardly dared to think. The sweet white liqueur was turning her young body into a defenseless mass of sensation. The thirteen year old girl could not even protest when he boldly inserted his fat hand beneath her sweater and cupped her naked breast. She knew vaguely, far in the back of her mind, that she should break free ... do something ... scream and fight the big man off, except that his hand felt good there.
Her nipple throbbed maddeningly as he pinched and rolled its erect sensitive tip between his fingers. Then he gave a sudden hard squeeze and sent a bolt of pain and pleasure down the full length of her spine. She uttered a low slurred moan and felt his free hand reach under her knee-length skirt and slither up to the soft roundness of her thighs.
"No, please, Mr. Logan, we mustn't do this," she begged, as at last she tried to squirm away from him. But the older man's strength was too much for her and she only worsened her position as she struggled. He wormed his beefy hand easily between her legs when she lifted her buttocks off the couch in a vain attempt to swing herself free from his grasp. Her body stiffened as she felt his blunt fingertips massaging and tracing the thin silk crotchband of the panties covering her vaginal lips that had become shamelessly moist.
"Please stop! Stop!" the young girl demanded. "Stop or I'll yell for help!" Beth cried, really scared now of the situation that was so rapidly getting out of hand.
"Now, now little girl, I'm not scared of your mother," he said, but withdrew his hand from the front of her dress and snickered as he patted her head so lightly she realized he was making fun of her. "Or your father or your brother," he added, "but I don't want to force you into anything, little girl." Then he released her and got to his feet.
"Looks like you got me so hot little girl, I got my pants wet," he said coarsely. Beth's eyes dropped without thinking to his trousers and she gulped when she saw his male hardness straining out for freedom, threatening to burst through the light summer-weight fabric that his lust had lewdly stained with semen.
"Please don't talk to me like that," she said indignantly as he unlocked the door.
"I'll talk to you any damned way I want to, baby," he hissed maliciously, "and you're going to see for yourself why I can in just about a minute ... something that'll make you glad to be my friend."
"I want my mother," Beth was close to tears now.
"All right then, just follow me," he said slyly.
She followed him out the door without a word and trailed his massive bulk a few steps behind as they walked along the landing.
"I'll show you something you'll never forget," he said softly as he pointed toward the open door of a dark room. She could not help but slow her pace a little and look over into the room as she passed. The sound of panting was coming from the open door, and the dim lighting along the carpeted passageway was just strong enough so that she could make out the vague shapes of several couples with their bodies crazily interlaced in a wild tangle of naked flesh. Good grief, she grimaced; they were actually all together on one bed, making love like animals in a sort of haphazard ring! She had never in her young life even imagined people in the midst of a sex act as it was now being performed! She couldn't believe her own parents had left her alone at a party like this. Where were they and where was Billy? She was so scared and wanted to go home!
"Sure, take a quick look," Roy smirked when he turned to see if the blonde teenager was still behind him, and accidentally caught the look of astonishment that was on her sweet, flawless face. He walked back to her and seized her arm to guide the way to a spot where they could take the best advantage of the indirect light filtering into the dusky interior of the room. He wanted the innocent girl to stand there for a while, hearing the sounds and trying to see the indistinct movements of the wonderful orgy taking place inside. It would give her a nice taste of what she would soon see farther down the landing as well as a hint of the position she would be in not long after that.
Chapter 6
Harvey Russell couldn't believe the incredible party his naive, frigid wife had taken him too. It was really wierd, but he sure felt great. Maybe better than he'd felt in fifteen years. But where the hell was his wife? She must be able to see what's going on! Maybe she had left horrified, and then he'd really catch hell when he got home. Christ? Maybe she'd left and gone and called the police. But he didn't want to think about that now ... he didn't want to think about his wife and children. He pushed the thoughts from his head and propped himself up higher on the bed with his elbows for support. He wanted the clearest view possible of the two women who hovered over his naked young loins below as they treated him to a true banquet of sensual pleasure.
He was more than just glad now that he had come up here anyway, despite the nagging fears about the welfare of his family that he was feeling. When Bernice told him they were going to dinner at some friends, he had been prepared to be fully bored for a long time, but as soon as he drove up in front of the Logan mansion he knew this was no ordinary party. They had been given that strange drink and then, somehow, he wound up in this room with Tricia Logan and her brunette friend, Marjorie. There was little small talk before the conversation had changed to sex. At first he had thought it was his imagination that both women were "coming on" to him by the way they had stood so close and touched him at every opportunity. But then Tricia had made a suggestion that all of them sit on the huge bed to be comfortable while they talked.
"Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be with two women at the same time?" Tricia asked bluntly. The attractive married man had stumbled at first, but finally admitted that, yes, he had wondered. What man had not dreamt of it?
"Take off your clothes, then, and we'll fulfill your dream," the redhead had said. When they had all undressed, Marjorie had turned out all the lights except for one bright one that illuminated their naked bodies on the bed. They had fondled him in turns and sometimes together until his penis had risen to full erection, and they had gently pushed him down full-length on the bed with his buttocks and back resting comfortably on the mattress.
"Don't be so greedy, Marjorie, or you'll spoil everything," Tricia warned the woman crouched down on all fours over him, mewling and mumbling unintelligible sounds around the rock-hard thickness of his cock in her mouth. Jesus Christ! This was almost more than he could stand!
But his intense pleasure suddenly switched to a sense of tormenting loss as Marjorie reluctantly lifted her head to release him and squirmed to one side a little to allow Tricia enough room to inch forward and have a go at the excited father's pulsing rigidity. He watched eagerly as the mature, voluptuous redhead moved on her knees to the left of his groin, her hair flaming in the brightness of the light as she straightened up and sat back on her haunches. He was torn between wanting to devour her magnificent full body with his bulging eyes for a moment and the aching need to pull her down and thrust his cock into the wet warmth of her mouth.
Her large ripe breasts almost gleamed with whiteness as she flexed them brazenly forward, her back arching like a bow and a little devilish grin on her lips. She ran out her red tongue to lick and moisten her lips as she slowly lowered herself to glow hot teasing gusts of breath on the throbbing blood-filled head of his penis. Her tongue flicked out again from between her teeth, licking at the tiny opening in the glans. A thin string of lubricant seeping from it stretched across her open mouth. The Goddamned bitch was teasing him!
He snaked out one hand and wrapped it harshly in Tricia's bright rust-red hair, forcing her down to his loins. She strained for a second, the cords in her neck standing out, and then sucked the inflamed instrument into her mouth. When she began to draw greedily on him, Marjorie lowered herself back down to him and nestled his balls in the warm palm of one hand as she ran her tongue out to lick featherlike along the thick ridge at the base of his hard prick. They worked passionately but methodically on him, causing his brain to reel as they slaved to fulfill the dream that he had said every man alive had had.
* * *
"All right, take it easy and don't make a sound," Roy turned to caution in a whisper as he and Beth slipped inside the door into the darkness of the foyer. She had no idea whatever was in store for her now and it was so pitch black that she forced herself to allow him to lead her by the hand toward the faint light she could see at the end of the short passageway. She thought she heard a man's groans coming from somewhere up ahead toward the watery light and beyond, a sound that for some reason seemed familiar, but which eluded conscious recognition in her mind. She wondered for a moment where the rest of her family was all this time, and grew quite worried, slowing with Roy when they were standing just outside of the entrance to the room. She blinked her eyes several times, trying to adjust her vision to the light inside as she gazed to where Roy Logan pointed with his finger.
Good grief, it's Daddy! she gasped.
And to her amazed horror she saw that the groans were coming from her own father! God! Her father! She was so shocked she felt she could hardly breathe. He was lying completely naked on a big bed as Tricia Logan and some brunette were bent over his loins both at the same time! It was impossible! And yet there they were, all three of them, without a stitch of clothes on!
"Do you know what they're doing, my dear?" Roy whispered in a gleeful tone. "They're sucking your father and they're going to make him feel so good that he'll shoot off a bigger load in their hot little mouths than ever before."
It was true, they were doing the disgusting thing that Roy Logan said, Beth realized, and she could not believe that the wildly aroused man was her own father. Yet she watched spellbound as Tricia's head worked up and down over Harvey Russell's loins, her lips clasped tightly in an oval circle around his swollen testicles being rubbed gently by Marjorie's fingertips as she cupped the pods in one hand and kissed and licked at the base with her quick tongue.
"Oh, my God," Beth cried softly, turning back away to avoid the painful sight and allowing herself to be enfolded in Roy's waiting arms. "They can't be ... he shouldn't be ... It's ... awful!"
The sight was one she had never expected. Small tears brimmed in her eyes but she fought them back. Beth tried to gain some control over her raging emotions, but the terrible soul-rending sight of her own father's penis disappearing into Tricia Logan's hungry, sucking mouth as that other woman rubbed and licked at him, was just too much for any normal teenager to bear. Even the sounds alone that came from them were lewd and like knives in her - wet sucking noises punctuated occasionally by small moans of total abandonment to pleasure. And where was her mother? Did she know ... had she seen, too?
Beth wanted to run out of there, to keep running after she got outside, but knew that her legs would not support her if she took so much as a single step on her own. She burrowed her head further into Mr. Logan's shoulder in a vain attempt to
shut out the horrible sounds - but nothing helped. They came at her almost like searchlight beams, searching out her ears and filling the inside of her head with their cruel agonizing reality. And yet, Lord, she knew that there was nothing she could do to stop it. She could do nothing but stand there in Roy Logan's arms and listen in torment while two women made love to her father.
"Watch this," Roy said softly, growing wild with excitement himself again just from the sight of the scene on the bed. Shit, the girls were really giving the guy a run for his money, he thought, stepping back to force Beth's head around for another look at the lewdly locked threesome.
"Please, don't make me watch ... I can't - I can't." Beth begged with a muffled sob. Not heeding her, Roy Logan held her face cruelly in his hands as he watched to make certain that she did not close her eyes.
"Look at them," he commanded harshly. Afraid to antagonize him, Beth made her eyes focus on the sight before her again. She heard a deep animal like whimper erupt from the brunette and then saw her smile with relief as suddenly Tricia lifted her head and grasped her father's cock in one hand to bend its stiffness as though offering it toward the wife of the man who had brought Beth to witness all this.
They were taking turns sucking him!
Beth gasped as she saw the brunette bend over the bulbously glistening tip of her father's desire-hardened penis and take it into her mouth. The young girl's eyes were wide in hypnotized disbelief as she watched his throbbing length slip slowly up into the wet clasping lips of the woman's mouth, making a wet sluicing noise as it entered. Tricia then moved forward toward his head and lifted one of her bent legs to straddle his face, lowering her moist hair-covered pubic mound until it was less than an inch from his open mouth.
Beth shut her eyes reflexively, unable to stand the sight of the obscene spectacle taking place even one second longer. She knew that Roy realized it too and felt him guide her slowly back through the darkness to the door.
"Aaaaahhh, gaaaawwwdddd!" she heard her father groan out behind them as they stepped from the foyer into the light of the landing again.
"Jesus, sounds like your dad just got his nuts off," Roy wheezed as he supported the girl at his side. The beautiful blonde thirteen year old barely heard him and felt as though she would collapse on the carpeted floor of the landing at any moment. She was so emotionally distressed from the liqueur and the shocking sight of her father with the pair of women that she was hardly conscious of what she was doing or where she was going. Not until Roy had led her back into the study again and this time only closed the door behind them, not locking it that she began to realize dimly where they were. She caught a brief glimpse of her face in a long mirror tilted out from the wall above the black leather couch and as she caught sight of her own breasts looking so round and firm through her sweater she felt an unwanted tingle of excitement course through -her young tender thighs.
Then Roy Logan's tone changed. He spoke softly to her now, kindly. "Let me give you something to make you feel better, honey," he said. "I know it must be kind of a shock to you."
He stood up and got a glass, pouring some of the African liqueur into it. Then he handed it to Beth. "Here, sip it slowly and calm yourself down ... You know, you shouldn't feel bad. Your father was having a real good time and maybe he felt better than he ever did before ... "
Beth thought for a moment about that. Through the haze of the alcoholic aphrodesiac, Mr. Logan's words made a lot of sense. She was deep in thought, turning this new idea around in her head, and did not notice when Roy Logan moved off to the end of the couch. When she finally looked up and turned her eyes toward him, she saw that he stood there completely naked, his thick, hard cock jutting out from beneath the pauchy swell of his belly like the dancing lance of a primitive warrior. He grinned lasciviously and began to stroke the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the huge throbbing head of the lustfully hardened shaft as he watched her innocent face.
"Please. I-I'd like to go home now," Beth said quietly, her voice weak and not even inflected with the rising sense of panic she actually felt. She was desperate but incapacitated by numbness, unable to make her dazed young mind obey her natural instinct to flee somehow, anymore than she was able to control the swaying of her tingling body as she stood there looking at the older man.
"Oh, my sweet beauty, I've been waiting for this for so long," he crooned huskily.
"For what?"
"Oh, I want to have your cherry, you little rosebud ... Why don't you pull off that sweater and skirt now?" he whispered hoarsely.
Beth stared at him in motionless shock, still unable to make herself function even though she fully realized now what the older man meant. She tried to speak but her voice would not work as she watched the bald man stroke himself in front of her. She wanted to curse herself for letting her eyes drop down again to see the thickness of his penis ... gleaming with semen ... the tip jerking before her very eyes! Despite her fear, she could not help but compare it to her father's penis, and to her brother Billy's long and slender one. But Roy's penis was thicker than anything she had imagined a man's could be. It fascinated her and she could not make herself swerve her gaze from it. She knew what he intended to do, and she found herself both horrified and excited by the idea of losing her virginity to this man who was older than even her father.
"Now, take your clothes off!" he commanded again. And she voiced no objection when he moved toward her and reached out with his fat meaty hands to cup her sweet young face in his palms, thrusting his tongue deep into the depths of her mouth. She stood there with his hard penis digging into the softness of her stomach as a last faint thought of escape brightened and finally died away to be replaced by the electric touch of his fingers on the softness of her cheeks. She was dimly aware of his hands leaving her face and slithering insultingly down her body to the buttons at the back of her skirt. With one single hard downward jerk he ripped it open to reveal the split of cleavage at the top of her buttocks cheeks. And then she felt her sweater being pulled over her head and heard him issue an appreciative sigh of approval as he jerked it away and her exceptionally well-rounded young breasts burst into view. In her drug-dazed mind, she could not quite grasp the full meaning of anything ... her father ... the party ... any of it.
Roy dropped to his knees in front of her as she teetered above him, hooking his fingers in the elastic band at the top of her flimsy silken panties as he pulled them with teasing slowness down over the softness of her slender young buttocks until they were in a skimpy, silky ring around her ankles. She was completely naked now, as naked as Roy and her father and the two women with him in the other room. Beth stood before the big man in all of her adolescent beauty, like a young Venus, looking down at him on his knees in front of her. She saw a wicked satisfied smile on his face and swayed dangerously, almost losing her balance when she felt him breath hotly against her flat, taut tummy and then press his fat lips wetly against the nude flesh just above the sparse blonde hair of her pubic "V" ... It was like an electric shock! ... The wet touch sent an involuntary shiver through her and she reached down with both hands to hold on as well as she could to his sweating bald head to keep from falling. Mistaking this as a sign of submission, he dropped his lips lower to the soft golden pubic hair surrounding her vaginal slit and licked at the slight moistness gleaming on the lips. She jumped with alarm from the sudden shocking contact and lost what balance she had, staggering backwards toward the couch. The edge of the cushion caught her just below both knees and she fell, sprawling almost flat on her back on the soft black leather, her legs opening wide as she landed. He leaped forward immediately and caught her in that position as she feebly tried to close her legs.
The panting bulky man crawled up on the couch, running his tongue over his lips to savor the sweet pungency of her female ' aroma from the kiss he had given her down between her legs a second ago. He crouched between her thighs on his knees and elbows as he leered lewdly at her, grinning down at the delicious feast of her youthfully squirming nakedness. Holding her slender legs with his hands, he pressed his knees out against the delicate tender whiteness of the insides of her thighs. She wanted to put up a struggle, some sort of real resistance against him, but she seemed totally unable to push him away and just lay there with her eyes open wide in growing passion. She could not understand herself or why she now found herself wanting him to kiss her there again.
Damn, Tricia never failed, Roy thought with delight. Everything was going right on schedule, just as she had promised, and he was enjoying this whole playful conspiracy more than anything that she had arranged for some time!
He was haunched on all fours down between her widespread thighs and looked up at her between her lush upstanding breasts. A trickle of saliva dripped from his open mouth and fell on her slightly wet, narrow vaginal split, mingling with her own juices there. Beth could sense it trailing down between the smooth soft spheres of her buttocks with a strange little tickling sensation.
"You're going to love this, baby," he hissed. She could feel his warm palms press outward against her creamy white inner thighs holding them wide apart. Her most intimately secret place was naked to him, open to do as he willed, and she watched with a small gasp as his head lowered slowly, slowly, and then his breath was hot on her genitals again.
"Noooo, pleeeease!" the beautiful teenage blonde jerked as his moist lips closed over the soft mound at the base of her belly. His impassioned face disappeared from her view into the soft folds of her vagina as he began to place wet torturing kisses on the still closed opening, his tongue flicking out like a tiny snake into the sparse hair on the quivering cuntal flanges, tickling it and nipping at it with his teeth. She felt his hands move sensuously up over her stomach to her suddenly throbbing breasts. He pinched the pink buds of her nipples to erection, sending shivers of unwanted pleasure all through her nerves, betraying her mind and conscience like invisible Judas-like pinpricks of wonderful sensuality. It was so wonderful that all her doubts and fears began to slip from consciousness ... and she could no longer clearly remember all that had happened so far that evening. Nothing registered in her drug-dimmed brain but the currents of passionate fever racing in her blood along with the African aphrodesiac that she had innocently drunk so much of. Now, even her bewilderment over the desire flooding her mind and body began to fade steadily faster and faster, until the moment of dizzying feeling was all that was left. She was no longer the innocent thirteen year old of a few short hours ago.
Her own small hands moved down over his hands on her breasts, pressing them harder against the soft white mounds and then pushing them aside impatiently so that she could cup them firmly in her palms. Then, growing bolder as the itch of lust increased in every atom of her body, she released her breasts and slid her hands down over her smooth flat tummy, her fingers finally coming to a halt on either side of his hungry nibbling mouth. Her fingertips stroked tenderly for a moment at the flexing hollows of her inner thighs and then moved in to slowly spread the fleshy pulsing lips of the moist furrow apart, allowing his eager probing lips complete access to her now completely naked virginal cunt. Her elbows pressed tightly against her ribs and her head lolled uncontrollably from side to side on the black rolled leather of the couch arm as Roy's hot searing tongue shot out, its soft slicking tip circling the erectness of the tremulously quivering clitoris.
"Ooooooh," she moaned, her blonde hair shimmering in the bright illumination from the light in the study. He sucked with his lips, drawing the soft warm folds of her vaginal opening deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, his tongue continuing its maddening licking against the straining pink nodule of her sex. She groaned huskily from deep in her throat as the hot busy tip worked its way up and down the length of the narrow wet crevice, starting at the top and pressuring its way down, down over the elastic portal of flesh surrounding her vagina and lower into the valley of her now flexing buttocks where it paused momentarily to pay a wet probing homage to the tight brown ring of sensitive rubbery skin circling her tiny throbbing anus.
"Yessss, ooooh yessss," Beth gasped, wantonly encouraging him as her hips ground down hard into the leather cushion, her whole lower body writhing out of control as whining animal sounds escaped from between her tightly clenched teeth. Roy labored like a madman between her gaping thighs, feeling the soft wet pubic hair brushing tantalizingly against his puffed-out crimson cheeks. He felt a sense of tremendous power that he had never imagined possible, not even in his wildest fantasies. He actually had this thirteen year old virgin squirming under his merciless tongue, loving it, begging for it, groaning louder each time he drove the tip of his oral spear deeper into the steaming hot crevice of her vagina ... This woman child was amazing! Not even the powerful aphrodesiac had fired up the other girls to this pitch of excitement, he thought, relishing the fact that this was probably the lovely blonde teenager's first sexual experience. The slavering millionaire realized that she was too far gone to resist what he and his accomplice wife had planned for her and her family and in his mind he began to luxuriate in all that Tricia had schemed up to make things even livelier yet.
Roy tittered obscenely as he felt Beth's fingers clawing crazily at his slick, sweat-beaded scalp, trying to grasp his bald head in an effort to guide his face more deeply into the palpitating opening of her widespread young pussy. He ran his tongue out deeper into the soft-rimmed flesh, flicking and swirling it for a moment in the moistness, and then quickly withdrawing it to tease again around the ragged pink lips. She responded by arching her loins higher, searching, and her hands locked tightly behind his head to pull him harder against her upthrust groin. He allowed her to force him this time and locked his mouth viselike over the tight little hole between her squirming buttocks.
As his mouth rounded out in an O-shape and his lips covered the clasping viscous opening, Roy thrust his tongue further in like a wet electric probe, causing the young virgin to moan while her soft warm thighs closed convulsively around both sides of his hairless head. He could feel the wet flesh flip moistly around his long extended tongue as the walls of the tight vagina opened and closed in a hungry little sucking motion, trying to pull the maddening lance deeper and deeper into it. It felt as though the hungry nibbling pussy would pull out his tongue by the roots and devour it alive. Her heels pressed down against his back to push him so firmly into the starving flesh trap that he was barely able to breathe. His nose was mashed tightly against the tiny hard clitoris above, inhaling the pungent odor of her freely flowing lust juices. Christ! The kid was so hot, the penetration of his tongue didn't hurt a bit! And her musky aroma incited his cock to a hardness that he could hardly control ... Jesus Christ, he was nearing the brink of insanity himself and was afraid that his balls would suddenly erupt to splatter his boiling load all over the couch between her outstretched legs!
Beth's entire being was adrift in the fiery tide of the moment. Every single muscle in her lean young body was tensed to the snapping point as she strained her flanks upward toward that thrilling probe between her trembling thighs. Oh God! It was more excitingly ecstatic than anything she had ever felt or believed could be! She had never realized that sex could be like this and her updrawn legs squeezed open and shut around the tormenting head fastened on her flame-seared hole to milk all she could of the pleasure it was giving her.
"Oooooohhhhh," she groaned, the cords of her slender neck flexing as she writhed. The blonde teenager splayed her legs even wider to grant him full access to her delicious young loins as she frantically darted both of her hands to his ears, tugging forward on them until he thought she would virtually rip them off.
Holy shit, Roy grimaced, this little bitch was certainly precocious! She was the hottest one yet!
Suddenly his lust-crazed brain was jolted back to the moment by an insistent tapping on his hairy back. He tried to ignore it, his eyes still locked on Beth's face as he continued the torturing thrusts of his tongue into her vagina ... But the tapping between his shoulder blades became more demanding and he slowly realized what it was...
When Tricia had finished with Harvey Russell, she had left him in the arms of Marjorie and had gone off to find Billy. For now it was time for the next phase of the evening's entertainment.
Roy reluctantly eased back from the hot hungry cunt before him and moved off the couch to stand unsteadily and face the naked redhead and the boy beside her. Damn, if only the had come two minutes later, he thought, nodding at the nude pair with an expression of resigned recognition on his face and with one eye still cocked on young Beth Russell's body still sprawled out in a drunken daze on the couch.
"No, don't stop! Pleeeaasssse!" Beth pleaded as she squirmed with her eyes tightly shut, her brain and body suddenly aware of the loss of Roy's greedy mouth.
"Just hold on little girl, and you'll get the surprise of your life," Tricia chuckled as she gazed down at the impassioned young teenager whose lust-dazed eyes still had not focused on the identity of the boy standing next to her.
Billy Russell looked down at the smooth glistening lines of his sister Beth's body writhing on the couch, the soft whiteness of her bare skin contrasting dramatically with the blackness of the leather beneath her.
"B-Beth ... " he stammered, amazed and wildly aroused by the sight before him.
"Yes, Billy, this is your little sister," Tricia grinned as she extended her upturned palm toward the frustrated young blonde. "You've always wanted to fuck your sister, haven't you, Billy?"
Billy felt the effects of the African aphrodesiac coursing through his blood and the lust welling up in him was not censored now by his conscience. The little bitch who teased him with her nakedness and skimpy clothes at home ... God! How he :anted her!
"Yeah, I sure do," Billy answered, his baby-blue eyes darting back and forth in their sockets like lead pinballs. "B-but she's my sister, and ... and ... "
"Well, you love your sister don't you ... So it's really all right, you know," Tricia told him gently.
Beth rolled her head on the arm of the couch, blinking as she tried to focus the glazed blueness of her eyes to see where Roy was and where the voices were coming from. Little by little, she was able to concentrate enough to make out the haunting sultry features of Tricia's face and ... oh no! Her brother Billy standing right next to her. A look of panic swept over the thirteen year old girl's face.
"Beth, it's all right," Tricia said as she observed the mixture of lust and fear on the young teenager's face. "You and your brother love each other, and you want each other ... so go ahead and do what feels good ... Wouldn't it be nice to feel him inside that hungry little pussy of yours?
As if mesmerized by Tricia's presence into accepting her words, Beth replied: "Yes ... I want that," her adolescent Confusion giving way to her aching need to have hard male flesh in the burning emptiness of her vagina.
"Now Beth, tell us what you want."
"I...I want him," the blonde blushed.
"Who, Beth, who do you want?" Tricia prompted.
"I want Billy, my ... my brother."
"Where - where do you want Billy?"
"I want him to do it to me, please," Beth begged without shame now in a small whining voice.
"Where? What? Say it!" Tricia coaxed the aroused, helpless young girl who was now almost sobbing with undisguised desire.
"I can't say it ... it's a sin ... I can't say it."
"You have to. Now say it. Say exactly what you want and where you want it!" Tricia demanded. She knew that the young girl was out of her mind with desire and delighted in listening to her beg for the only thing that could quench the inferno blazing away inside her ... The gratification of a desire shared buy brothers and sisters throughout history, a taboo centuries old that she was now about to break! Tricia wanted the full impact of the deed felt in order to heighten her own excitement at the event she had staged.
"Goddammit, say it!" the redhead demanded again.
"Oh God, yes! I want my brother to fuck my cunt ... with his ... "
"With his what?"
"With his cock, his cock. I want my brother's cock!" Beth blurted out, shuddering as the obscene word resounded throughout her hazy brain, filling her with shame for the unrelenting rage of lust that blazed beyond her control inside her, searing her moist vagina with an agonizing wildfire of sexual need.
"Okay, Billy, what are you waiting for? Your sister wants you to fuck her cunt with your cock," Tricia grinned lewdly. Beth gazed up at the familiar face of her brother, her filmy blue eyes roaming freely over his lean, deeply-tanned body in eager desire. His long slender legs tapered from the clearly-defined cords of muscle on the fronts of his thighs to his smooth rounded calves and slim ankles. Then she allowed herself a glimpse of his loins and gasped involuntarily at the sight O; Iris long but Slender hardened penis jutting out from between his legs. She knew that he was staring ravenously at her and the mere knowledge alone sent new chills of erotic sensation over her, raising tiny bumps of gooseflesh all over her skin. She trembled visibly as she continued to gaze longingly at her brother's cock. It jerked slightly higher, making her shiver and blush as she admitted to herself that she was willingly going to fuck her own brother, ached for him to mount her lusting body and give her the animal fulfillment that she yearned for with all her budding female strength.
And then a strange thought crossed her mind. Where was her mother? How could she be allowing all this to go on?
But those thoughts did not stay long with her, erased by the surges of hot desire that made her ache to have Billy inside her. In a remote corner of her mind she kept repeating over and over to herself that she had no choice ... that she had to appease Tricia and Roy Logan ... that they had some sort of strange power over her. But even she knew in the foremost part of her consciousness that it was only an excuse to herself and that sheer sexual craving was the real force behind everything she felt. There was no way to deny the fact, as a fresh wave of erotic tremors ran up her back at the sight of Billy's now fully erect young cock standing out from his youthful loins like a serpent. My God, it's thrilling! she marvelled, unable to take her eyes from the tremendous shaft of flesh.
"Don't just stand there boy," Roy rasped impatiently. "You heard your sister begging you to give her a good hard screwing, so get going!"
It was crazy! Billy thought. All the times he had watched his sister undressed, or lusted for her under his covers alone at night ... even the time she had come into his bedroom in those see-through pajamas and he had tried on his own to fuck her ... it was too much to bear ... he had never wanted anything so much in his life as to fuck his voluptuous young sister.
"Right on, Mr. Logan," Billy said hoarsely. He sat down immediately on the edge of the couch and leaned down without warning to fasten his teeth on the nipple of her heaving right breast. Beth groaned in pain and tried to roll away, to escape the cruel pain, but he pinned her shoulder hard to the black leather cushion with one hand and dropped his other one to play teasingly over the softness of warm flesh between her thighs. His questing lips continued to roam wetly over the white palpitating mounds of her breasts, causing intense prickles of feeling in them that slowly ran like little fires down to her loins below. Her buttocks began an urgent grinding motion against the couch, the twin moons of resilient flesh pressing down and rolling on tile smooth dark leather as the boy's hand massaged the honey-blonde hair of her pubic mound.
"Hurry up, for Christ's sake! Throw some hard cock to her or I'll take over and do it myself," Roy growled down at the youth leaning over Beth's naked torso.
"Dammit, yes," Tricia snapped, showing her agreement with Roy by scowling at the excited boy. "Little Beth there is aching for it and she doesn't need any more teasing. She can't wait much longer, you know ... If you don't ram that big thing in her pretty soon, I guess I'll just have to turn Roy loose to do the job for you."
"Oh yes, yes! Please hurry, Billy!" Beth moaned out deliriously, her squirming movements becoming more frantic by the second. Billy need no further prompting and quickly raised himself up with his boyishly muscular arms to a kneeling position between her soft milk-white thighs. The stunningly beautiful girl felt a sudden flash of hysteria as she watched her own brother reach down with one hand to grasp his throbbing cock and guide it slowly forward until the hard rubbery head touched the fleshily throbbing lips of her cunt, parting them slightly. She turned her head to one side, closing her eyes in fear as the shocking electrical contact made the sensitive ragged edges of her pussy seem to cringe back away from it. She took a deep breath and held it for a long moment, waiting for the entry up between her widespread thighs, fearful of the pain that would accompany this loss of her virginity.
"No, wait, please! Ooooooh," she whimpered as she felt the first probing pressure against the tight elastic opening of her pussy. It increased steadily, parting the moist pink lips wider and wider.
Suddenly he pushed harder than before.
"Aaaaaagh," she wailed as the tip slipped into the virginal opening making her feel like her thighs were splitting apart. She was screaming almost at the top of her lungs as she jerked open her eyes and saw nothing but raw lust in the face of her brother.
"Shit boy, slam it home!" Roy prodded. The heavy, bald millionaire could not stand it any longer, just waiting, watching, loving the sight of the defenseless, innocent young girl lying there with the head of her brother's cock disappearing into the softly curling pubic hairs of her vagina. He wanted to see the boy give this sweet frightened little bitch the fucking she needed. And by God, he wanted to see it now!
Billy looked down for an exciting glimpse of the head of his pulsing cock disappearing into the crisp, curling hair surrounding the tensely-stretched opening of his young sister. He sensed that if he kept fucking her the pain would turn to pleasure. Suddenly he fell forward, his weight pressing against her full rounded breasts. He thrust his lean hips forward at the same time and his long slender prick slid into her cunt like a driving rod pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in rippling waves before it. There was no stopping the boy until a loud groan escaped from his throat, his sperm-bloated balls smacking into the nakedly quivering cheeks of her tightly clenched buttocks.
"Aaaaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhh!" she screamed beneath him. She had never felt a man inside her in her life and his bone-hard, cock felt as though it had ripped her vaginal passage into a thousand tiny shreds. And now it lay sunk deep in her belly, filling it to the point of bursting. There was not a single tiny ridge of flesh on it that she could not feel as it pressed tightly against the soft fleshy walls of her pussy.
Billy remained completely motionless for a moment, his deeply-suntanned, boyishly handsome face just above hers. Beth also lay still, afraid to move so much as a single muscle for fear that it would only aggravate the pain. There was not a sound in the room for a long, seemingly endless moment as Tricia and Roy Logan stood a few feet away from the couch, their mouths gaping open in breathless awe as they stared at the almost unbelievable spectacle of the boy's hardened penis buried nearly all the way to the hilt in his exquisitely beautiful sister's virginal cunt. It was a damned stimulating brand of entertainment and they both realized that the cleverly arranged scheme seemed to be working superbly so far - in fact, so well that it would probably turn out to be their masterpiece!
My God, Tricia mused, what exquisite pleasure this is. And she felt her own clitoris begin to throb, filling her with a sudden longing for some good stiff cock between her legs - anything to still the increasing sense of deprivation and emptiness she felt as she stood there watching Billy and Beth.
The boy sensed his sister's pain subsiding and felt the return now of her passion. He could feel the tight wet passage widening slightly as he began to fuck rhythmically into her. He knew that before long the gorgeous girl would change into a mass of squirming, squealing desire.
Beth's body began to react involuntarily, slowly, slowly, but gradually regaining the intensity of passion she had felt before her brother had rammed his stiff thing into her. Besides, she knew that there was no reason left to fight against the lewd flames of lust licking faster and faster at the sensitive erogenous zones of her nakedly spread body. And the pain was easing, her pussy juices flowing freely again to aid the boy's prick skewering into her in a slow stroking rhythm. His hands cupped her full naked breasts, twisting and squeezing them relentlessly, teasing and tugging at them until she thought they would tear loose from the harsh manipulations. Then as if by magic, she felt her pleasure build to the never-before experienced brink of ecstasy and the delicate walls of her cunt began to clasp wetly around his lust-hardened cock, her hips slithering up hungrily to devour its length. Her whole being was in the throes of rapture and she writhed and bucked beneath him as low humming sounds of uncaring acceptance came in torrents from deep in her chest.
Billy's sperm-filled balls smacked into the passion-drenched crevice of her buttocks, making the sensitive flesh of her anus tingle and contract, as a strange light shone in her eyes from the intense pleasure she felt. She was loving it, loving the way her own brother fucked in and out of her pussy with long, hard lunges that brought his blood-hardened cock almost all the way out of her clutching soft passage on the backstroke and then disappeared as he plunged forward into her again until he could feel the lust-engorged head collide like a bludgeon against her tender cervix deep up inside. A feeling of absolute power coursed through him as he held her pinned down against the black leather couch. His fingers gripped harder at the full, pale-white spheres of her rising and falling breasts, gouging into the soft unresisting globes of flesh with ferocity, bringing piteous pleas for mercy from her constricting throat along with the gasping sounds of unashamed wantonness she made as she twisted and writhed on the now sweatslippery black leather couch.
The rugged adolescent pried the quivering silken moons of her ass even wider apart with his fingers, watching in the brightness of the overhead light how the pink folds of moist pulsing cuntal flesh clasped tightly around his rampaging shaft. All at once he pushed forward with the tips of his toes against the other end of the couch, sinking the throbbing hard hugeness of his prick deeper yet, threatening to rupture her womb, and bringing a sudden explosion of breath from her lips, as though she had suddenly had the wind knocked out of her by a kick in the stomach.
"Oooooouuuuf," she wheezed in surprise and lay numbed for a moment, as he momentarily soaked the entire length of his lust-hardened young cock in the juices of her widestretched cuntal cavern.
This was pretty far out, Billy enthused inwardly, rummaging the sensitive head of his cock around inside her, enlarging the innermost virginal depths of her invaded young pussy and feeling delicious shivers of sensation skittering over his copper-brown skin as she clasped tightly and began a slight contracting motion that sucked at his unyielding hardness like a warm greedy wet moth. It was almost like a real blowjob, he decided.
"Ummmppph," Beth grunted and wheezed beneath him again as Billy stroked into her with great power. Oh God, nothing mattered now, she raved to herself. Nothing but the nerve-shattering flurries and rages of her own stormy lust! Nothing but the wild fucking now as her brother drove his virile cock into her hot widestretched cunt.
"Oh God, harder, deeper! Shove that wonderful big prick of yours all the way up to my throat! Fuck me, Billy, fuck me!" she ranted, her glazed eyes rolling as she groaned and arched her loins up against his in a maniacal frenzy, harder and faster as the sheer force and intensity of her sexual transport drove her to the edge of utter madness.
A blazing inferno of animal desire raced wildly through her very being, rending her mindless and sightless in an oblivion of crazed sensuality ... God! It was wild. She was actually spreading her legs wide for her own brother, and his blood-engorged, fiercely throbbing prick was alive in her at this very minute, filling her, and the tickling hairs of his dancing balls brushed in the crevice of her ass-cheeks. Yes, she was fucking her own brother and loving it!
Beth's hotly working young pussy contracted involuntarily again and again as the lascivious thoughts raced like cyclones through her mind. Billy could feel her urgent throbs as the wet glove-like hotness of the passage opened and closed around his excitedly pulsing cock. He could see that her eyes were closed again as she rotated her hips from side to side and humped up and down around his throbbing rod, devouring it all the way up into her gratefully accepting belly. Spurred on by her hungrily pitching body and the way she kicked with her heels against his shoulders, he dug into her wildly, pinning her flatter to the couch and restricting her movements until she felt like screaming unless allowed to match his rhythm with her own body. With his every hard, ass-crushing lunge now, he drove her far forward until her slender neck was bent back over the arm of the couch, her yellow shining blonde hair flowing almost to the floor.
Christ, I had better hurry, Tricia thought, but she could not tear herself away from the lust-maddened brother and sister to set in motion the next part of her plan. So far, it had been one hell of an exciting evening and full of wonderful surprises. Tricia could not remember when she had last seen, if ever, such an inspired performance as this one and had hardly been able to restrain herself from joining Beth and Billy for a share of the thrills that seemed to drive them relentlessly on, writhing and moaning like a hurricane of ecstasy blasting at their nerves.
"Shit, look at that sweet little bitch! Look at her little hot cunt all stretched open! Oh shit!" Roy pointed, slobbering lewdly and sucking in his breath at the obscene feast of lewdness before his eyes. He seemed unaware that Tricia was still standing naked beside him and persisted in milking his hard jutting penis with his hand as he watched Beth's vaginal muscles tense and relax, nibbling hungrily at the blood-inflated thickness of the young boy's penis as he thrust greedily between the pink, dilated cuntal lips. They slid moistly down the boy's length for several inches and then nibbled slowly and hungrily back up until he rammed in again, imbedding himself deep inside her flat creamy-white tummy and driving the soft, fleshy pink folds of her own cunt lips back into her.
"For God's sake, Roy, stop jerking off and go find someone to keep you busy for awhile," Tricia sneered as she caught sight of the overweight bald man masturbating himself beside her. "Can't you ever control yourself?"
"Yeah, yeaaah! ... Much as you can," Roy groaned, his hand still jerking up and down as he smirked salaciously, his sex-filmed eyes dropping down to gaze between his wife's full rounded thighs where a clear viscous trickle of lubricating fluid gleamed as it seeped from between the slightly parted lips of her vagina. Her eyes followed his down to the sparkling wetness between her own legs and then she lifted them again to smile coyly at her lecherous husband.
"Okay, I admit I'm hot as hell," Tricia breathed softly, "but listen, you old bastard, don't you dare cum yet - not before we finish with the Russells -because I might just decide to let you fuck me later."
"No shit?" Roy brightened. "Do you promise?" He relished the thought of making it with Tricia, for despite the fact that she was his wife, he had recently had a hard time managing to corner the redhead for himself for a go at her magnificent body. Usually she was too busy with her young lovers.
"Sure, but only on one condition," Tricia promised seductively as she rubbed her fingertips in the rust-colored hair of her pubic mound, smiling to herself. "It's up to the Russells. If everything works out according to plan, I'll give you the time of your life and do whatever you want ... anything."
"Jesus Christ, I'm really looking forward to it," Roy leered, wishing that the promise from Tricia did not depend on the Russells. He was afraid that they might not show up until it was over and he would miss out on his promised romp. Now that he thought of it, he had been pretty foolish not to have taken advantage of the opportunity to fuck the shit out of Billy Russell's hot young sister himself when he had been with her there on the couch awhile ago, eating her sweet young pussy just to warm her up for Billy.
Shit, the paunchy millionaire swore under his breath, it would be a crying shame if he wound up having to relieve himself by masturbating after the party was over - especially so since Tricia's propositon and the maddening sight of the luscious blonde being skewered right in front of him made his prick ache and jerk so much that not even Tricia would be able to last long enough to completely satisfy him this evening. If he stayed here in the study much longer, he would also miss the rest of the action. The whole damned house was full of choice sex-starved girls at this very moment, most of them probably half-crazy by now and grabbing the handiest male to help them put out the blazing fiery itch in their cunts that his own special African aphrodesiac had ignited. God, where were the elder Russels? Where? Then he saw Tricia leave to find them.
He might as well watch Beth enjoying that hard cock thundering up into her pretty white belly, Roy sighed inwardly, even though it would only drive him crazier with envy and ravenous lust than he already was. Turning again toward the couch, he saw that the blonde girl's hotly pleading cunt was now exposed more than before as the boy jacknifed her legs back with his shoulders and plundered into her like some sort of wild stallion whose one and only instinct was to fulfill his primitive sexual desire. His strong hands were squeezing her full succulent breasts again, squeezing and pressing harshly until the snowy flesh overflowed from his fingers and she moaned out a cry of pleasure-pain, her naked quivering loins responsively ramming up harder against him to receive the full length of his rampant pistoning cock.
Roy Logan was not conscious of his meaty hand moving slowly up and down his own penis again as he stood there viewing the two lust-maddened bodies as they thrashed in ecstasy on the black leather cushions of his couch.
Chapter 7
Had it not been for the powerful African aphrodesiac she had drank, Bernice Russell might have run straight from the party to the local police station ... Never in her protected married life had she ever seen anything like this party to which she had brought her entire family - her husband Harvey and her two children. But all her normal judgment seemed totally blurred, taking a back seat to the fiery lustful heat in her body. And for the first time in her thirty-four years, the voluptuous housewife found herself dancing to the erotic rhythms of rock music, her body throbbing to the pulsing suggestive beat of the music.
A young man with lank blonde hair hanging all the way to his shoulders had asked her to dance, and she found to her utter astonishment that when she let herself go with the music as he had suggested, her natural instincts seemed to override any hesitation she had from not knowing the proper steps, and soon she could dance with the best of them. She was having more fun than she could ever remember, and she jerked and undulated to the beat until her face was flushed and her head swam dizzily. And in between times, she gulped the refreshing liquer, and drank it in quantity, never occurring to her that the drink had achieved it's additional potency because of the exotic aphroadesiac.
She had no idea how much time had elapsed, or what had become of the rest of her family, when she saw Harvey approaching her.
"Darling," he had said, "I want to talk to you and I want to talk now."
She was shocked to attention by the purposefulness of his manner, and he led her out onto the porch in the crisp cool evening air to talk. He put his arm affectionately around her shoulder and thought for a long while before he spoke. Finally, he said:
"Let's face it, honey. We've never really made it sexually, have we?"
Bernice was speechless, yet she sensed that he did not want to berate her or put her down, but wanted truly to .communicate with her ...
"Tell me what's wrong," he persisted gently.
And suddenly Bernice was surprised to find all the years of married resentment boiling up in her now.
"What do you care?" she muttered angrily.
"Because," and he paused for a long, long time. "Because tonight I want to really make love to you ... I mean, this sex hassle hasn't been all your fault ... " Harvey reached out and touched his wife's hand with a. mixture of compassion and pure lust clearly visible in the expression on his face. His experience with Tricia and Marjorie had been passionate and exciting, but he really loved Bernice and knew that she and his family meant more to him than anything in the world.
The blunt directness of her husband's words caused a deep tremor to sweep over Bernice Russell, the opposing forces of her indignation at his outrageous suggestion and the sudden, nerve-thrilling awareness of her ripe, sensual body wanting to answer 'yes!'
"Please, say something," Harvey begged, watching her face for some telltale sign of response when she answered him.
"1-I do want you, my darling," Bernice said with warm sincerity as she moved against him to tuck her head into his shoulder. She knew she had opened up feelings that had never been touched before, but dammit, she was too overcome with desire to care about anything.
The maturely handsome husband had never in fourteen years heard his wife use that expression before and he could not help but feel a licentious flutter of tingling excitement mounting in his loins. He could almost feel the sexual tension stiffening his wife's beautiful body. A rash of goosebumps rose on the sensitive bare skin of her arms and there was the unmistakable glassy sheen of desire gleaming in the greenness of her half-closed eyes. She squirmed closer, the soft fullness of one breast and the warmth of her trembling thigh pressing tightly against him as she reached over with both hands to play her fingertips across his face like feathers.
Suddenly Harvey darted out his arms to seize her harshly as he twisted on the sofa to pin her back with the weight of his upper torso, mashing his lips wetly down on hers and flicking his tongue into the moist warmth of her mouth until he heard the muffled little mewling sounds of pleasure coming from deep in her throat. Her responsiveness made him bolder and he dropped one of his hands to her knee, slipping it slowly up under her skirt to brush his fingertips with teasing lightness along the satiny flesh of her firm quaking thighs. He felt her hand fumbling in the crotch as she panted and nibbled at her own lower lip, frustration flushing her cheeks in her effort to unbutton his trouser-fly and feel his hard jerking prick cradled in the warmness of her soft sweaty palm.
God, could this really be his wife! The familiar body was like a stranger's tonight, desiring him like a bitch in heat. Well, don't question it, he thought, he might as well have a picnic while he was at it, and he lifted the hem of Bernice's skirt, pushing it up in accordion-like folds high on her thighs.
"Yes, there ... aaaahhh," Bernice moaned as she felt the forefinger of his roaming left hand hook just inside the elastic legband of her pink-colored nylon panties. She moaned again, pushing her pelvis against the probing finger as the tip found the moist narrow cleft of her vagina and delved between the pulsating lips in search of the tiny erect head of her clitoris. "Baby, I can't believe how wonderful you are," Harvey whispered with a wanton grin on his lips, his probing finger suddenly spearing into the slippery wetness of her hungry cunt with lizard-like quickness.
* * *
A moment or so later, Harvey was the first one to sense the intrusion of Tricia's presence next to the couch. He swiveled his head around to peer up at their redheaded hostess standing over them with her hands on her hips and a small grin of amusement lifting the corners of her mouth.
"Well, darlings, that's very nice ... nice to see you hitting it off after all these years," she drawled. "It almost seems a shame to have to drag you away, but I'm reasonably certain that you'll find what I've got to show you far more interesting."
"Dammit, Tricia, what the -" Harvey objected in an acid tone of voice.
"Wh-what's going on?" Bernice asked, a puzzled look in her eyes as they flashed back and forth between them, searching for some clue to the redhead's intrusion.
Tricia just smiled knowingly. "Believe me. Come and see for yourselves," she told them, a strange grin on her face.
For some reason, a peculiar sense of unexplained alarm came over the married couple as they followed their hostess upstairs.
Chapter 8
Tricia led the couple down the plush carpeted hallway until they stood outside the door to her husband Roy's study. The three stood there in silence as they heard an almost rhythmic mingling of grunts and moans. Harvey tiptoed up to the door and peered anxiously inside. Tricia studied his face carefully as he blinked and tried to focus his blurred vision on the shapes in the well-lighted room. A few seconds later, she saw his handsome face go suddenly pale and noticed that his tall form swayed slightly as though he were faint and about to topple over in a head on the floor.
"Jesus! Oh my God!"
His first thought was to protect his wife, but he turned around to discover that she had already seen the sight in the study and was as white as if she'd seen her own obituary! She just stood there, gasping for breath in a state of total and utter shock at the lewd sight she beheld. Yet the married couple watched spellbound at the exhibition of sexual abandonment taking place between their son and daughter right before their very eyes. They wanted to shout, to run, to somehow blot out the soul-shattering sight, but both their bodies felt paralyzed, and they stood there motionless as though their feet had in that moment become lead weights too heavy to lift off the carpet on which they stood.
Their little girl Beth! She was lying flat on her back, legs kicked out wide with Billy on top of her and they were naked! They were ... fucking!!! There, right in front of everyone, no more than a half dozen steps or so from where their parents stood in the doorway. Their own son Billy was actually pistoning his hardened prick again and again into the ovally stretched opening of his sister's thinly bearded little cunt!"
"Jesus God, Tricia, it can't be true, it just can't be!" Harvey groaned.
"Lord help us all," whined Bernice.
"I'm afraid it is," Tricia whispered softly next to Harvey, sensing his shock and disbelief. "But look at them now ... they seem to be having such a wonderful time ... How can you say it's wrong!"
There was truth in Tricia's statement all right. Christ, the kids were obviously loving it so much that they were almost insane with ecstasy. He could see that young Beth's eyes were closed tightly and she was grinding her loins up against her taut-bodied brother like a rutting lionness in heat even though his shoulders anchored her in position. His agile weight was holding her legs back over her head so that her buttocks were offered up obscenely as his lust-engorged cock raged in and out of her like a freight train steadily gaining more and more momentum and racing non-stop toward its destination.
From where they stood, Harvey and Bernice's view of Beth's face was perfectly clear and they could see her panting and pleading up at Billy, egging him on, her arms locked tightly around the boy's sweating back as she writhed upwards as much as possible from the jackknifed position she was in. Good God! the astonished parents were thinking, our children!
"More cock, give me more! All of it! Ooooooh, aaaaallll!" Beth cried wantonly, pleading, as she dropped her hands lower to clutch Billy's buttocks and pull him forward.
When Harvey first heard the lewd words escape his daughter's lips, he thought his ears were betraying him. Gradually though, he realized that this woman-child was actually begging in a high whining voice that he hardly recognized, begging for more prick in her insatiable little cunt. He felt a surprising wave of pity for Billy, an ironic moment of compassion for his son, as he watched the feverish, twisted expression of lust on the boy's face change slowly into a look of bewilderment and frustration. Billy was already giving his sister all that he had, all five inches of his young hard cock, and yet she was screaming for more. She was loving every second of being fucked out of her mind by him, reveling in it, squirming under him like a wild animal, but it was still not enough for her!
Shit! he thought. His pure, uptight wife had never once put out for him like that ... No, she had always been an impressive iceberg when he was on top of her, breaking his ass to turn her on and give her the kind of satisfaction that she never moved a muscle to give him. And this was her daughter!
God, his little Beth had always seemed like such an innocent little girl, still a child, and for the past year Harvey Russell had felt so guilty deep inside himself as his awareness of the voluptuousness of her young body had touched his male lust. A bitter smile crossed his face as he remembered all the times he had crucified himself for even thinking lewd thoughts about her. But Jesus, look at that kid! She was lying there begging for it from her own brother! It was crazy, yet there was so much pleasure between them h z! could not for a moment think to condemn it.
Tricia glanced over at Bernice Russell who was still standing, mouth agape, at the unbelievable scene. She felt she could stand no more. It was not so much that she was repulsed by the adolescent sexuality she was witnessing; rather it was having that exact opposite effect upon her body! She could sense a tingling warmth beginning deep within her belly, and her dully pulsating vaginal lips were starting to moisten again, her nipples beneath the soft fabric of her dress were hardening into diamond chips, and she could feel tiny sensations of arousal aching in her breasts. She was becoming sexually excited - and her abrupt insight into the reasons behind her shocking, perverse response caused her to quiver violently with shame and self loathing. For she realized too that it was the sight of her own son naked that was kindling the strange and unknown sexual fires she'd so long denied, that were now spreading upwards to the very tips of her breasts. The insane desires were being stoked now to a fever pitch by the liquer she had consumed, and she was bursting with white-hot sensations that were enveloping the very core of her shame-ridden soul.
* * *
Flashing meteors of pleasure rained down on Beth's mind and body, driving her on and on, crying for more, goading her sweating brother to near exhaustion, as he stroked into her, stretching her hot, hungrily devouring pussy almost to the rippling point with each merciless thrust. It was an uncontrolled creature ramming deep, deeper, probing her every crevice.
"Moooorrrrrre!" she demanded, almost screaming as the rock-hard penis drove harder and harder, responding with one couch-shaking ram that sank the blood-filled head until it collided with her cervix and made her cry out with passion. Billy, almost laughed aloud, it was so thrilling to him. Then he slid his fingers down over the tight skin of her ass and found the small puckered hole of her anus exposed defenselessly below. It was warm and sensitive and he could feel it clenching and flexing sensuously with the movement of her buttocks as she pushed hard against his groin.
Slowly he pressed against it and then, with a sudden movement, slipped it inside the tiny puckered lips, feeling the soft rubbery flesh yielding helplessly before his finger.
"Noooo," she protested, gasping. But he thrust further, and began to rotate his finger deeper around inside, expanding the rubbery softness wider and wider as he ground into her. Then, he suddenly slipped another finger inside along with the first and felt the resisting tightness collapse. She gave a lesser groan this time as her virginal back passage grew accustomed to the depraved invasion, and little by little her whimpers of pain were replaced by sounds of increasing pleasure ... soon she was writhing and squealing with even more abandon than before, hopelessly impaled between his stiff throbbing cock in her cunt and the two fingers shoved tightly up her asshole.
Then Billy began a slow revolving motion with his pelvis again, skewering his unbelievably hard prick deep between the naked lips of her vagina. The tempo of his in-strokes quickened to the same hot and pulsating rhythm of before as his fingers soaked deep in her tightly clenched little anus. Goddamn, this was too much, the young boy thought ... He knew his sister was ready to cum - he could feel it as her legs jerked wider and higher - as he ripped his fingers from her rectum with a wet hissing sound and drove them back in this time from the outside.
"Oh, I ... I'm, it's ... " Beth chanted as Billy continued his wild fucking into her moist wet cunt and he fingerfucked her now-willing rectum. Her swaying, lust-flushed breasts heaved and the hard-peaked nipples dug into his bare chest.
Roy Logan stood beside the couch watching intensely. "She's gonna cum in a minute," he huffed as he knelt on his knees peering intensely at the sight, his jowly face within inches of the prick and two fingers impaling the blonde teenager helplessly. "Shit! she's ready!"
Beth froze then, almost fainting, but suddenly bowing her back until her buttocks and shoulders formed an arching support, she lifted Billy's full chest and upper stomach with her so high off the cushions that her spasm of superhuman strength made even Tricia gasp where she watched them just behind Roy. The redhead knew that Roy was right - the girl was reaching orgasm.
Billy felt his sister's pussy opening around him, warm gushes of wet sticky liquid flooding hotly around his prick. Her hands clasped his humping ass-cheeks harder even, trying to pull him as far as humanly possible into her open loins, her orgasmic fluids spilling out of her and down to smear his testicles where they drubbed against her loosened anus.
This was her first orgasm, her very first! She raved as dazzling flashes of incapacitating electric sensation winced and jerked through her body.
"Wow," Billy exclaimed as he felt his great load of sperm building higher and higher toward release - maybe the best load ever - began to make him lightheaded and fuck faster and more ferociously again.
Harvey's anger and painful revulsion at his daughter's display of shameless desire and obscene clawing lust had slowly changed without his full awareness to a pitch of excitement that made his legs shake. His penis was completely erect and straining outward against the semen-wet fabric at the front of his tented trousers. Even in his shock at the perverted exhibition, he could not help but be awestruck by Beth's mouth-watering, beautiful body, her smooth white buttocks waving high off the couch and her fully creamy breasts jiggling from the merciless buffeting her naked young body was still undergoing. He found himself gasping for breath as he feasted on the lewd sight of his own daughter falling back limply on the black couch, her legs splaying out on either side of his son's still pounding hips. The handsome father's entire genital region itched and the ache in his balls had reached the unbearable stage.
"Ooooh, faaaaarrrr owwwwttttt!" he heard his son groan as at last he erupted his hot thick cum shooting deep into Beth's well-fucked young cuntal passage, splashing against her womb and flowing out around the spasdically jerking cock, over-flowing and mingling lewdly with the fluid from her own cumming a moment before ... Harvey stepped into the full brightness of the room to watch his daughter's now sperm-filled little belly heave and jerk as the hot wet walls of her pussy clasped and milked at the jerking cock like a hotly sucking mouth located down between her legs.
Chapter 9
Alongside her passionately aroused husband, Bernice Russell sucked in her breath with absolute disbelief, her brain spiralling with the knowledge that there . . : there was her daughter! There was her darling child, a virgin ... a virgin no longer!
Beth's mother was shattered to the very core of her being while she absorbed all of the corrupting scene, tormented inside because it was her own stupidity and naivete that had gotten her whole family to this party ... So this was the price for the pictures, this was the deal ...
And at that instant, Beth saw her mother and father standing gape-mouthed and boggled-eyed, her naked sated body now turning as cold as glacier ice.
"Mother!" She squeaked. "Dad!"
"Beth!"
"Billy!" .
"Oh, shit," Billy blurted out, turning his head to stare at his parents.
"Mom!" Beth said finally after a long silence ... "Don't feel bad Mom. Sex is good; sex is beautiful ... sex should bring our family together, not further apart ... This sure beats fighting with Billy, Mom."
Oh no, this is too awful, too sick! She's looking at me and smiling so innocently! How can she? How can my daughter smile at me after performing such a lewd act before my very eyes!
"Yeah Mom!" Billy chimed in. "It's natural and it's good!" And he smiled up at her with such loving and innocent eyes that Bernice began to see that at least her children were honest enough to admit their passions, whereas she, Bernice, had tried so long to suppress them. She'd denied herself the wonderful passions which were just beginning to surface in her, and it struck the older woman just what a lie she'd been living till now ... Her mind began to wander back in time as she remembered Billy as an infant, remembered washing his little penis in his baby bath, and the pleasure it had aroused in her ... She remembered wanting to kiss that cute little penis, wanting to suck it ... then, as he grew into young manhood, she was never able to admit the attraction she had felt for him.
Perhaps it was the drama of the situation, or the mindboggling. sight of her daughter being fucked by her own son whatever the reason, the emotionally shattered mother found herself responding now with erotic arousal. Her belly began to churn with a tremendous charge of sensual emotion which surged through her and slowly, the perverted lust she had witnessed became a source of erotic stimulation to her. Instead of the utter loathing and mournful despair she had been feeling, Bernice felt her sexual fires sparking to new life again. As the corrupting urges flamed anew, she wanted to join in more and more, wanted a cock, yes a young slender cock, to fill the suddenly empty depths of her flesh. I want to fuck! she realized. Now!
Bernice's eyes inadvertently glanced over at where Billy was laying transfixed on the couch. She saw his heavily beathing chest, and the way the boy had trouble swallowing with his parched-dry throat. She slid her gaze along his naked developing body, down to his loins and sucked in her own breath when she viewed the hardened length of his young prick pulsing outward from his lean hairless thighs. His slender throbbing penis was hard again. and he was excited from the knowledge that his parents had watched him fuck his sister!
"Billy," he heard his mother whimper, "Oh Billy."
The youth was almost shaking now, not knowing which way was up as he tried to sort out his reeling senses.
"Oh, Mom!" he moaned, kneading the palms of his hands up and down the sides of his panting body.
Bernice could sense the heat of his youthful flesh as she moved closer to the nude form of her son on the couch, and she clenched her buttocks together as she walked toward him, staring wantonly at the throbbing erection pressing out from the boy's loins. "Oh, Billy ... my son ... my son ... " She took a deep breath, shuddered, then blurted out, "I want you!"
"What?" The boy was incredulous, unsure he had understood her.
"Let's make love too! You want to, and I want to." And then her glance travelled down from her husband Harvey to her daughter Beth. "They want to, too. Why shouldn't we?"
Then the older woman sat beside him on the couch, while Beth slid out from beside her brother and began to walk toward Harvey. Bernice then dropped- her hand and began to rub around his aroused genitals, dipping around and around them until her fingers took hold of his warm hard penis and scrotum. Then slowly her fingers made contact with the blunt, reddened tip of his virile cock. The teenager's thighs started to undulate of their own volition and his breath spewed out in ragged gasps. "Oh! Mother! Mother!" he grunted. "I...I don't believe this!"
"You want it, don't you?" she whispered.
"Yes ... yes, I guess I do!" He stared upward at his mother now, watching her slip out of her dress, then sliding her pink panties down over her lush, firm thighs. Finally, she reached back and unhooked her bra, letting her ripe full breasts swing free.
Bernice, naked now and sighing blissfully with abandoned desire, returned to toy with the long slim shaft of Billy's penis, her nakedly rounded breasts pressing against his smooth chest, their nipples smoldering coals burning into his youthful flesh. She whimpered delightedly and wriggled against his boyish erection, her mature body jerking and her heatedly moistened vaginal lips spreading apart as if to enfold his turgid cock entirely.
"Wh-what are you doing, Mom?" he moaned, feeling his buttocks beginning to rotate in time to her teasing caresses.
"Why, we're going to fuck, Billy. We're going to fuck right in front of your father and sister, that's what we're going to do." Then suddenly another thought struck her. "But I ... "
"But what, Ma?" Billy asked.
"Well," his mother said, turning her lustful attention back to her son, "I suddenly have the strange desire to kiss you, darling boy. Kiss you right on the tip of your lovely hard penis!" Her words sounded alien to Bernice, for never before had she considered such a perversion desirable, even in the sanctity of her marriage bed ... yet oddly, the idea of tasting a male penis no longer repelled her as it had for so many years. Not the sweet penis of her own little boy.
And Bernice was so intent in her lust for Billy, that she did not notice Tricia and Roy sneaking quietly out of the room, both of them satisfied with the delightful evening they had engineered. Now they were ready to fuck each other.
"Yes!" Bernice continued, more excited with the notion than ever. "Yes, I want to feel your wonderful prick with my lips!" And as she spoke, she knelt down on her knees before the spread-legged boy, drawing his quivering young manhood closer and rubbing it lovingly against her cheeks, feeling every ridge and vein pulsing against her flushed skin. "Oh, I do! I do!"
"Would you, Mom? Oh, I've always dreamed about you sucking my pecker. Ever since I was a little boy!"
The teenage boy was afraid this was a dream, for it seemed too good to be true. First he got to fuck his sister and now his mother wanted to suck him! Fantastic! He felt her hand kneading his naked buttocks as she kneeled between his thighs and then, staring down, he watched anticipatorily as the older woman slowly leaned closer.
With her other hand massaging his hard yearning penis, Bernice flicked her tongue out and came in warm, wet contact with the expanding head of his erection. She circled around and around the thickening tip as the boy groaned and jerked above her from her erotic manipulations. Her slowly searching tongue found the tiny opening at the end and darted wetly, maddeningly into it. It was already moist from his regenerated arousal, and the heady taste and odor made the mature mother salivate with lustful expectation of when his penis would be sliding along inside her mouth.
She took the hand which had been massaging his tender buttocks now, and cradled the base of his softly rounded testicles, while her right fingers continued to pull back the loose foreskin and expose all of the sensitive pink head of his cock to her lips. She planted warm, gentle kisses on it, beginning at the top and tracing a path down the full length of his pulsing hardness to the base, then wetly back up again to the blunt rubbery crown. To take her own son this way only accentuated the thrilling position they were all in, and sucking her fourteen year old boy's cock only signified her total surrender to the obscene lusts that had always played in her family's subconscious. She teased longer than she knew she should, wanting to insure that she as well as Billy, never forgot this moment of corrupting love.
And as her mother and brother engaged in their obscene behavior, Beth Russell began to feel overpowering waves of desire surging through her body as she glanced over at her father. As if in a trance she walked to meet and embrace him, the hardness of his heatedly pulsing penis through the material of his pants gouging the sensitive flesh of her belly, his huge hands grasping her tender young breasts. Beth whined from the combination of passion and fear, and then their lips closed upon one another, their tongues twisting and stabbing deep into their respective mouths.
"Oh, my darling daughter," Harvey moaned, quickly shedding his restricting garments, "I'm going to teach you myself what sex is all about."
Beth felt the blood pounding in her head until she thought her mind was afire, and as she realized what was happening, she attempted to fight off the flames which her father was kindling in her belly. But she was only able to fan the fires of her unwanted arousal higher by salaciously thinking of what was going on on the couch nearby. God ... we've all gone mad! I fucked Billy, now Mother is eating him and I'm going to fuck my father!
But Beth made no move to resist as her father moved lower over her, guiding his long thick cock with one hand into her soft blonde pubic hair. He parted the fleshy cuntal lips with the blunt tip of his cock-head, letting it lay throbbing momentarily at the entrance of her once-virginal pussy. And then he flexed his buttocks, pressuring his adult-sized penis against the tight ring of her vagina.
Then Beth saw her mother's mouth oval widely, accepting Billy's throbbing shaft into the saliva-filled cavern of her suddenly watering mouth. Bernice could feel the smoothly rounded outline of the lust-swollen penis sliding between the hollows of her cheeks, and slowly, hesitantly, she swirled her tongue teasingly around the invading penis. The boy groaned above her and she reveled in the sense of lewdness it gave her. She'd suck his cock, by God! She'd suck it hard and passionately until ...
"Ohhh, Jeez, Mom! That feels so ... ahhhhh," she heard her son moan.
Yes, she'd suck him good! She shuddered at the wickedness of voluntarily sucking her own son's cock while her husband and their daughter writhed in animal-like passion on the floor beside them. Oh! The exquisite madness of this uncontrollable lust relentlessly overcoming years of shame and suffering.
Bernice moaned softly around Billy's hardened young cock. She felt his hairless loins press against her nose and cheeks, his tight sac of testicles swinging gently against her chin with each thrust, and as the previous sensations of blatant lust grew again to hotly burn her cunt, nothing mattered but the delicious agony of swirling excitement once more searing her kneeling body. She took one hand and slid it down her pulsing body to the throbbing triangle of golden pubic hair, and then slipped her fingers into the wetly open slit of her pussy, hungry now for all she could get. She could feel the blood-swollen tip of Billy's penis battering the back of her throat as she struggled for air, and finger-fucked herself with the same tempo that her husband was now fucking into Beth's passion-stretched young vagina.
A momentary pang of jealousy passed through her as she became gradually more aware of what her husband and daughter were doing on the rug beside her, but she was too aroused by her own lusts now to pay it much heed.
Her tongue swished with a vengeance around the rigidly heated prick sliding in and out of her mouth, and she moaned submissively from around her red, wetly ovalled lips while she groveled on her knees like a love-slave before naked young Billy seated above her bobbing head.
Little Beth Russell saw her mother's lewdly rounded lips nibbling with salacious delight as her brother thrust forward with his buttocks, wetly sawing his salivaglistening penis in and out of the tightly locking confines of her warm, wet mouth. She stared at the tiny ridged flesh pulling back from the older woman's lips in an obscene semblance of a tight, hairless cunt being fucked, and at the rock-like shaft that was being greedily accepted up inside it. She heard a muffled plea from her nakedly kneeling mother for Billy to fuck her mouth harder, faster ... Beth was caught helplessly by the erotically arousing sight, her passions rising to where she bucked up against her own father, feeling the man's pounding cock filling her to the utmost and finding she still wanted more ... more!
"Fuck me, Daddy ... fuck me," she sobbed in frustration into his panting mouth. Her shamelessly aroused body felt white-hot and her head flailed wildly from side to side on the floor, her mouth open in total abandonment. She swung her naked thighs up and clasped them on Harvey Russell's hips with the back of her calves, winding her tapered legs all the way around his full-grown muscular body. Her ankles locked tightly together high up on his back, spiraling her ravenously hungry cunt up to the full slippery length of his madly plunging penis.
"More! More!" the insatiable teenager urged him, her bare feet pounding desperately against his humping back. "Fuck me more!"
"Christ," her father wheezed. "What more can I do? You've already taken every inch I've got!"
Beth was beside herself now kicking her legs out wide into the air and waving her arms ineffectually as if trying to grab the answer. And then a strange desire overcame the young girl.
"Daddy, daddy-: . . In the ass. Ohhh, fuck me in the ass!"
"God," Harvey. gasped. "You sure? You've only just lost your virginity ... are you sure that's what you want?"
"Oh, yes, Daddy, please ... " Her body was no longer human, but more like an animal as she twisted and contorted in her frustration, lewdly spreading her legs wide apart and spurring on her middleaged father with her heels once more digging into his hips.
Harvey was overcome with lust now by his daughter's sex-crazed request, and he reared back, his hardened penis slipping from the clasping confines of her sensitive cunt. "All right then, darling! Daddy's gonna show you what an ass-fuck feels like! You asked for it - you're going to get it!"
Yes! Yes!" Beth dug her outstretched fingers greedily into her widely quivering cunt, trying to reach the impossible depths which his rigidly thrusting cock had produced in her.
Her father leered down at her with a flushed face, a strange glint in his eyes that momentarily froze the girl into stillness. She lay immobile when he levered her unresisting legs up off the couch in an arc far back over her head, pressing the toes of her feet firmly into the cushions on either side of her shoulders. Her tortured young body was nearly bent double, the pain of her straining muscles almost unbearable. The glistening flattened crevice of her puckering little anus, was presented like a defenseless rosebud for him to pluck.
"Well, little one?" Harvey Russell said softly, feeling a great protective wave of feeling for his daughter. "Are you sure you want me to fuck you in the ' ass?"
Beth shuddered, seeing the massive length of his wetly glistening penis aiming straight for her tight anal opening. She was torn between the hot desire still scorching her nakedly unsatisfied belly and the quick twinge of fear that flickered through her drugged thoughts. She pulled her head from side to side, tears of passion and indecision streaming down the edges of her reddened cheeks.
"Yes!" she finally hissed through tightly clenched teeth. "Yesss ... Oh, yessss!" Fire licked through her tender loins, spurred on by the sheer wantonness of her lewd demands. Through lust-glazed eyes she could see her mother sucking Billy's long slender cock nearby, and the depraved act only served to fan her erotic needs out of control until they were raging in her twitching crevice.
And then the thirteen year old girl felt her father's foreskin being stretched as his long, thick shaft was slowly pressured into the. narrow, uptilted tunnel of her rectum. There was a momentary pause, then suddenly it popped inside, past her tightly clenched muscular barrier. It hurts! she groaned to herself. But I don't care! I want it! I want Dad to fuck me there! God, I'm so hot I can't stand it ... I can see Mom there, sucking my brother's penis, reveling in the taste of it and it's making me ...
"Yeeeoooowwww!" she screamed suddenly, shutting off all her lurid thoughts as a violent, shuddering pain wracked through her contorted body. Wih one brutal thrust, the older man bored his thick rigid cock far up inside her tightly clasping anus, tearing through the hot resisting passage to bury himself almost to the hilt. He clutched hard at her legs, forcing back even further as he flexed again and thrust deeper into her agonizingly stretched rectum. The pressure pushed her body down on the rug and prevented her from watching the actions of her mother and brother. The father began heaving inward with long, sawing strokes now, the warm rubbery walls of Beth's rectal passage expanding before his impaling hardness until, ultimately with one last powerful lunge, he buried every inch of his hotly throbbing penis into her tight little rectum.
"Ohhhh," the girl moaned. "Ohhhh, too much! Too much!"
"Relax, my little darling, relax!" Harvey panted his instructions. "Fuck her, Dad! Shove it to her!" Billy yelled in obscene encouragement.
"Oh, I tell you true son, your sister is one sweet baby, stem to stern!" He glanced down and saw the upturned reddish slit of her ovaled anus draw back with his cock as he started to fuck rhythmically in and out of her belly. At first the pressure had been almost unbearable even for him, but now it was becoming better, promising to siphon out his sperm with the ferocity of a typhoon. He thrust forward again and again, relishing the howling mewl of lust coming from the teenage girl's mouth. He'd cum soon, and he wanted to feel the torrent of his semen gurgling into the beautifully shaped, once-virginal ass of his very own daughter!
"Fuck back, baby! Fuck back!"
Numbly Beth obeyed, grinding her obscenely upthrust buttocks against his thick pistoning erection. And gradually, Mr. Russell's wildest subconscious dream began to come true, as his daughter's tightly resisting anal passage slowly became accustomed to the long thick hardness embedded in it, and she sensed an increasingly mounting sensation of sharp excitement. Yes ... oh yes, she was starting to love this! She was beginning to enjoy this depraved sodomizing of her body! She raised her head and stared down between her tautly jiggling breasts, just able to see where her father was fucking his rigidly pulsing cock so deeply up into her rectum, and she was able to feel his sperm-swollen testicles buffeting against the tilted crevice of her buttocks with every savage stroke he made into her.
"Oh, it is wonderful! It isssss!" Beth heard herself moaning frantically, and this in turn made her wallow deeper and deeper into the whole degenerate orgy.
"Hump back! Hump back!" Mr. Russell yelled down at her. "Hump your ass, little girl!"
Bernice had been able to see all of the sordid details, and had moaned in concert with Beth's moans of agony when Harvey had initially penetrated her daughter's defensively puckering little anus. She'd stared in anguish, her vision clear as Harvey - sensing the lewdly moaning mother sucking on their son's cock wanted to watch every little action - shuffled around so that he was at a slight backward angle to the couch. Bernice found herself totally absorbed by the obscene spectacle, almost forgetting for a moment that the teenage boy was fucking his eagerly jerking penis into her ovalled mouth ' while she knelt before him, and she winced with the empathetic pain she was sure her budding daughter felt as the older man's hardness screwed unmercifully into her rectal passage.
But then she detected that Beth's cries of pain were subtly changing to low, submissive whines, and then to cried-out pleadings which left no room for doubt! Her daughter was beginning to revel in the lewd fucking of her virginal anus! The sight of her naked child going stark raving mad from the wild sodomy filled Bernice with explosive excitement. Seething with newfound passion, she sucked the hotly hammering cock in her mouth with increasing fury, her left hand caressing the youthful testicles of her son as they slapped wetly against her chin, while her right hand continued to finger, her own throbbing cuntal slit.
She glanced past Billy's spasmodically jerking hips, seeing that Beth was looking at her again ... and this time a lust-dazed smile passed between them. It was a different kind of smile than they'd ever given before, and it was a smile which meant more than a thousand explanations. It was a mute message that the two were not only physically naked, but soul-naked as well, and that they knew what they were now and that it was all right. From now on, whatever they did separately or together would be accepted and approved, and that nothing could ever come between them again.
And so, released from all mental pressures, the lovely mother and her passionately writhing daughter abandoned themselves to the enrapturing embraces of the two male penises in their family fucked into their love-starved bodies. Delight flowed through Bernice as she sensed that all was well and there was no more need to have the slightest fear or shame in what they were doing. She massaged the softly dangling sac of Billy's testicles, his hard young shaft completely absorbed between her hungrily sucking lips. Her right hand flicked in and out of her wetly quivering cuntal slit, and the lewdness of her masturbation swirled maddeningly up through her rhythmically jerking thighs. She sensed Billy's growing excitement, and sucked harder to end it now and taste for the first time in her thirty-four years the pungency of fresh virile male sperm.
But suddenly, before the nakedly kneeling blonde mother could react, Billy pulled his buregoning cock from between her ovalled lips and held the blunt, pulsating head about two inches from her mouth. She was unable to protest as it began spurting heated streams of his bursting semen deep into her still rounded lips like milk spewing from a cow's udder. He filled the warm, wet cavern of her welcoming mouth to the brim, and his mother swallowed voraciously, trying not to lose any of the wonderfully delicious fluid, her own orgasm surging through her and making her gurgle through the white liquid in her mouth and throat. As his penis shot out the last of his youthful seed, a thin strand of cum ran from the tip of his cock to her sperm-gleaming lips, and she desperately moved forward and swallowed the slowly deflating shaft greedily back in her mouth. He saw her spasm with her own shattering orgasm time and time again as she swished her tongue madly and licked his ejaculating young penis of every last delicious drop of the cascading cum. The first orgasm of her life - and from her very own son!
Across the room, her husband suddenly ground heavily into Beth, and the teenage girl took up the wailing chant. This time it was for them! The older man jerked deep into her hungrily clasping anus, spearing thick jets of his adult sperm deep up inside her hotly milking rectal passage. Beth, her climax the last to arrive, thrust up her wide-split buttocks on the orgasmically expanding penis of her middle-aged father, her every muscle contracting as though she were having convulsions. Her nakedly churning buttocks flexed .when her orgasm hit, and she screamed, "I'm cumming!" The power of her slim, developing body had once again unleashed with ecstasy. There was no time, no space, nothing save the unbelievably rapturous sensation of her orgasm. She was struck by the spasmodic twitchings of her lustfully draining nerves ... until finally, she had emptied herself as well as the now dangling testicles of her father ...
Gradually, the two male Russells withdrew their deflating cocks from the two Russell women, and the four of them sprawled nakedly about Roy Logan's study, half-comatose from the fantastic releases. Beth lay across the loins and chest of her father, her own slender legs wide apart, a tempting view of her spermflooded crevice gleaming with matted blonde pubic hair in the light. Her mother crawled over Billy to reach her, and cradled her naked child tenderly in her arms.
"I love you, Beth," she said huskily. "I love you, too, Mother," her daughter murmured, "all of you ... all my whole family," and she bent forward to kiss all of them in turn.
"Holy Christ!" Harvey Russell sighed.
"Yeah, Dad, that was one hell of a party," his fourteen year old son agreed.
And they looked at each other as if for the first time now, knowing they would never be parted again, not from each other, and certainly not from the new life each had discovered this fateful evening.
Chapter 10
Tricia and Roy Logan stood inside the doorway to the study, smiles of satiated contentment on their faces.
"Well, well, well," Tricia grinned. "so you're finally one big happy family!" And the redhead winked quickly at Billy.
"Well, Tricia," said Harvey in a serious tone of voice, "I guess we all learned a lot about ourselves tonight -thanks to you."
"Yes, Tricia," said Bernice hesitantly, "But..."
"Yes?"
"Well, there's still one thing I don't understand ... I mean ... the pictures and the blackmail and ... "
Beth and Billy and Harvey all looked at her with puzzled expressions on their faces while Bernice explained how Tricia had actually blackmailed her into taking her family to the party.
"So, what's your question?" the gorgeous redhead asked, her big breasts heaving as she sighed with contentment.
"Well," answered Bernice, "What's in it for you? What did you finally get for all your trouble?"
"Well, maybe I just like to bring people together," Tricia offered, a look of true honesty on her face, an expression of gentleness that no one in the room had ever seen until now. "Everyone thinks I'm a tyrannical pervert, but really I'm not."
"But why do you go to the trouble of devising such elaborate schemes that can really hurt and entrap people?" Harvey asked calmly and without the slightest trace of malice in his face or tone.
"All right, I'll use you all as an example," Tricia began. "When I first got friendly with Billy, who I liked because I just happen to find young boys very attractive, he would sometimes mention his family in a way that gave me the impression that you all weren't very happy together. And I just kind of figured that the problem was the same one most families have nowadays - sex. So, cruel as it was, I tried to trap you in a position from which you either had to take a good look at your own real sexual feelings towards each other or, or it was hopeless."
"Tricia, how could you!" Bernice accused, her anger flaring.
"It was easy, baby, especially with you," Tricia smiled, "because you were horny and wouldn't dare admit it. As for Harvey, he wasn't really as horny as he wanted to be, so he blamed it on you, his good old frigid wife. And that way he didn't have to admit his attraction to Beth and you didn't have to recognize your own desires for Billy ... "
"Wow! Tricia, I think I see what you're talking about!" Beth suddenly broke in, her eyes wide and shining from the excitement of the new ideas she was just learning. "All we had to do then was not to be afraid of the feelings for each other we had -like Billy and me - we almost did it one night, but we got too scared."
"Right, baby. With love and understanding, anything's okay," Tricia agreed with a grin of amusement at Beth's innocent child-like delight with her unexpected revelation.
"I'm all for love and understanding how about a little right now!" Billy cheered.
"Aw, there's no one with energy like a fourteen year old kid," said Harvey wearily. "I don't know about you all, but I sure could use a little rest!" he laughed heartily.
And so for the rest of the evening, tired but happy, all six of them lay naked glowing in the pale moonlight that flooded into the room. They peered out and up into the deep blue-blackness of the night sky full of winking white stars, gentle smiles on their faces, and warm love in their hearts.
