The Daughter-In-Law is the second book of a two-part series dealing with the Russell family, a wealthy, potentially secure family unit. In the first book, Blake Simmons examined the changes that occurred in the life-styles of some members of this family, as they served to represent an element in America that is becoming a threat to the security of the family unit. They began their decline by preying on others' insecurity, and this was the prelude to subsequent changes within this family. Their actions created an insecurity of a different nature in themselves, and they begin to prey on each other. Whether the net results make it possible for the family members to understand their own immorality, and thereby prevent their self-destruction, is left to the reader to decide. The important point is in showing the circumstances which lead to the final dissolution and the resulting effects. For when such incestuous relationships develop in family life, it can cause such a relationship to exist. Understanding these incidents may serve to prevent such immorality from becoming an accepted way of life.
Perhaps the single most important element in this story centers around materialism. If American society places heavy emphasis on materialistic values, instead of on basic human needs, such characters as Valerie and Linda Russell will always be found. Their understanding of the enterprise system is a distorted viewpoint which results from their own inability to see the true nature of this type of value system. Their minds are products of misunderstanding, and they both in their own way grasp at material comforts without regard to human values. Valerie uses her body to get what she wants, while Linda hangs onto a bad marriage out of fear of losing her comforts. Their total disregard for anything else eventually puts them at the lowest end of the human scale, and they are forced to wallow in their self-imposed fates.
Mr. Simmons has drawn a vivid picture of moral decay in the Russell family with raw and honest brutality. Although they are fortunately not the typical family in the mainstream of American life, they represent the potential downfall of the normal family when conditions of materialism, without thought to human values, are placed in the forefront. For this intimate and detailed expose of the inherent dangers in the promotion of such conditions, the published gratefully acknowledge the author's contribution to and foresight in illustrating this modern phenomenon. Without such examinations, these conditions may never be defined or subsequently eradicated.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER 1
Brigit Andersen hurried out of the house and got into the car without even noticing the spectacular sunset. The Pacific Ocean stretching to the horizon was a dark blue with pink highlights, but she was only interested in getting away before Grant or Valerie Russell had something else for her to do. It had been too busy a day as it was, and she had been planning to get out for the evening from the moment she realized it was possible.
Friday night was not a usual night off for Brigit, but whenever the Russells planned to go out, she asked for the night off. If they said it was okay, she didn't wait around for them to change their minds. That evening, she was particularly anxious, as she hadn't spent an evening with Roy since he had moved with his employers from the neighborhood two weeks ago. Being Scandinavian, she didn't like going that long without sex, but this was her first opportunity to get together with Roy in the new house.
Roy was a butler-caretaker for the Thomases, and Brigit had met him when they lived in a house just a block away from the Russell home in the Meadows. It was convenient for her to walk down some evenings to visit Roy, but then the Thomases moved from the Meadows district to a new home at the Point. She didn't really mind the change, as it meant only that she had to borrow the car she always used to do the shopping. Besides, Roy had told her on the telephone that the new house was much larger, and that his quarters were separated from it. That meant that she could visit him at any time without worrying about the Thomases being around to interrupt them. In the old place, she had to go through the main house to get to Roy's room, and if the Thomases were at home, both she and Roy felt uncomfortable. So the new setup sounded fine to her.
She reached the stone stanchions that marked the Meadows district and stopped before turning right on the highway heading south toward the Point. She began to relax a little, once on the highway, as she was then certain that she was free for the evening. She was always glad when Grant and Valerie went to a "gathering," which was Grant's polite way of describing the wife swapping group he and Valerie belonged to, instead of their having the group into their home.
On those evenings, which seemed to Brigit to be occurring more and more frequently, she always had to work. Although on those evenings she usually was only required to answer the door, she didn't like the work involved in getting the place ready for the group. She was glad she didn't have to hang around the party room after things got going, as she didn't like being an observer of something she'd just as soon participate in. At least she would like to get involved in the sexual activities. The occasions when Grant and Valerie would provide special entertainment turned her stomach. She had felt bad when Grant had used the wife of one of his theatre employees to entertain the group. Brigit was sure that the young manager's wife would never have allowed Grant to touch her if he hadn't been her husband's boss. To Brigit, that was forcing unwilling people into something they wouldn't normally do, and therefore, it was wrong. She had gotten so upset seeing the man carrying his hysterical wife out of the house that evening, she had nearly quit working for Grant.
She slowed the car down to make the difficult turn onto the narrow road that led through a thick grove of trees to the Point. The road had always been difficult for her to drive on since the first time she had been on it some twenty years before now. At first, she had wondered why the property owners hadn't improved the road, but as she later discovered, they left the road rustic, as a testimony to the exclusivity of their area. Only the very rich could afford to live on the wooded acres of the Point, and the few homes were all isolated on large parcels of land jutting out into the wild Pacific.
The car was barely moving as she drove past the familiar gate along the right side of the road. Through that gate and past a grove of trees was the house of her first employer, Grant's father, Howard Russell and she had to stop and think about how long it had been since she had last been in his house. It had been just after Grant had moved into his own house in the Meadows and she had gone there with him, but she wasn't quite sure how long that had been. However, she could vividly remember the first time she went to the Howard Russell's residence twenty-four years previously, and that was a time she would never forget. She was only twenty-one then, and she had been in America just a few weeks before she went to apply for the job as nursemaid. Mr. Russell was only a couple of years older than she, and she remembered how she had been tremendously impressed by the obvious financial success he was having. It was quite unbelievable to her at that time.
When she first met him, her speech was more Danish than English, and she had been directed to the job by an American friend of her dead father. Her country was still recovering from the effects of the war when she left for America, and with her mother and father gone, she didn't feel any ties to the old country. But her young, blond Scandinavian good looks covered a basically naive little girl beneath, as she had spent the occupation years living underground, constantly sheltered from the world around her. Yet, in spite of that, and although she was still a virgin that day she went to interview for the job, Brigit knew right away what additional duties she would be expected to perform. Mr. Russell, even then had a forceful way about him, and though her English came with great difficulty, she understood that he wanted her for himself as well as a nursemaid to his child.
She squirmed her buttocks down against the seat of the slow-moving car as her memory filled with the images of the events of that first day in Howard Russell's home. She had been there ten minutes when he sent a driver to get her belongings and move her into the house. She had met Linda Russell, who was young and beautiful, though she looked like she would deliver at any minute, and Brigit could recall how she had recognized immediately that things weren't right between the two of them. But she had convinced herself that she needed to have the job, and she was willing to take any responsibilities that went with it.
She had been happily arranging her room next to the nursery when Howard paid the first of what subsequently became frequent visits. She could remember how awkward and embarrassed she had felt when Mr. Russell began to undress her. He had smiled very kindly at her when she told him that she had never been with a man before, but he had kept removing her clothes very slowly. She later recognized that her subservient attitude had been the result of the effects of the war years, but at that time, she only knew that she had to satisfy her employer. She could vividly recall how scared she had been.
When he had removed everything but her bra and panties, he had stopped to carefully study her voluptuous young Scandinavian body. She had never weighed very much, but her body was full and shapely, her slightly tanned skin smooth, soft, in contrast to the cheap white material of her undergarments. Her silky blond hair hung down several inches past her shoulders when it wasn't tied up in a roll on top of her head. But her good looks were completely overshadowed by the striking appearance of her full, round rigid breasts and firm youthful thighs. Howard didn't waste a minute in removing the remaining garments from her body, and what they had covered proved to be every bit as enticing as he had suspected.
Her twin mounds of firm young breasts pointed straight out, the nipples at the tips pink and tiny, like young buds ready to burst forth. Beneath the flat plane of her belly was the small triangle of smooth blond pubic hair, curving sparsely into the tantalizing frame of her firm young thighs. The pink folds of her virgin vagina were clearly visible beneath the thin blond hair covering, and there was an open space beneath the vagina even though her legs were tightly held together. Her whole image was so innocently sexual, that Howard had held off touching her for a full minute, and she had stood stiffly at attention, afraid that she maybe didn't please him.
She had begun to think she was going to lose the job, when he had suddenly leaned forward, placing his open mouth hard against one breast, and she felt the sensation of his warm tongue licking her nipple erect for the first time. Her relief and pleasure came over her simultaneously, but she remained still, waiting for him to guide her in his taking of her virgin body. His mouth sucked and pulled and nipped at her breast, filling her with the strange new sensations of passion. At the same time, she felt his hand run smoothly down across her belly toward her naked vagina, and she tensed in anticipation of its contact with her aroused clitoris. She had not been totally unfamiliar with the pleasures of sex, as she had often fondled her own little pussy with her fingers, but no man had ever before touched her there. When his middle finger slowly parted the soft blond pubic hair and spread the warm, fleshy lips of her vagina, Brigit felt a moment of panic, but that feeling was quickly consumed by the electric sensation that bolted through her aroused body as his finger pressed into the throbbing young nerve tip. She didn't know then how brutal Mr. Russell could really be, but instead, her mind was absorbed by the new feelings she was experiencing herself, within. If any thought had passed through her mind, it was that fact that she was being intimately fondled by a man she had been hired by less than two hours before, but all that really mattered was simply that she was finally going to be fucked like a real woman.
Where she was from in Denmark, it was almost a crime to still be a virgin at the age of twenty-one, but the Nazi occupation had at least temporarily changed the normal conditions, while she was growing up. She knew that she had been missing an important part of living, and she was prepared to take whatever Mr. Russell would give, no matter how frightened or nervous she became.
She remembered how weak her knees had felt as the man had continued massaging her hardened clitoris. The full excitement had been so great, she nearly had her legs buckle right out from under her. But before it happened he had picked her up bodily, and carried her to the bed.
She had lain there completely naked on the cool sheet, a little embarrassed by her openness, but calmly watching him as he hurriedly stripped off his clothes. She didn't start shaking until he had gotten down to his underpants, and the huge bulge of his erect penis suddenly came into her vision. She had never before seen an erect penis, and she had no idea that it would be so big. The rubbery flesh of the purple-colored tip looked the size of a fist, and the thick veins running along its length seemed to be throbbing visibly. Brigit, in her youthful innocence, couldn't imagine getting such a large rod of flesh inside her tiny, virginal vagina, but at the same time, the thought of it throbbing deep up in her womb excited her tremendously, even though it made her nervous.
Mr. Russell stood at the foot of the bed for a moment, smiling at her, but she could see a sign of red lust in his eyes, flashing like other men's eyes she had seen staring at her. Only this time, it was different, because she was lying on a bed, naked and ready to let him do as he wished with her helpless young body. She had her thighs clenched tightly together when he knelt down on the bed, and he took her ankles in his hands to spread her legs out wide. She felt her face redden slightly as her vagina too was stretched slightly open to his lusting gaze, but she didn't have the chance to look at his face for long, as he quickly leaned down and kissed the blond fuzz on her quivering lower belly. For a moment before he moved, Brigit had a brief look at the huge swollen flesh of his cock protruding like a great staff from the dark tangle of his pubic hair. Then she quickly forgot about her fear of its size as his tongue wetly moved across her belly and began probing down into the soft folds of her moist young vagina.
That jolting sensation of his tongue darting out against her clitoris was as vivid to her here in the car twenty-four years later as it had been then. Her whole body seemed to lurch off the bed as the powerful sensation slammed through her every nerve, to ignite a burning pleasure she had never before known. Up until that moment, she hadn't made a sound, but as his mouth clamped down into the tender flesh of her virgin pussy, she let a deep moan issue from her open mouth. Her own sound startled her, and she feared that it could be heard throughout the entire house. She was afraid that someone might come and interrupt the wonderful pleasure that her new employer was giving her, so she consciously tried not let out any noise again. His teeth nipping at her clitoris felt too good, and she didn't want anything to keep him from continuing. She closed her eyes tightly to let her mind concentrate fully on the hot, saliva moistened flesh licking at the sensitive lips of her vagina.
Time had lost all meaning to Brigit, so she didn't have any idea how long Mr. Russell continued to nip and pull and suck on her clitoris, but then she felt his tongue slowly move down the silky hair-lined slit to the wet, virginal opening of her womb. When his tongue probed into the tight moist flesh, she voluntarily spread her legs out wide to get more of the fantastic pleasure he was giving her. His mouth was pressed hard against her vaginal lips, and his tongue seemed to push its way up inside her passage, until it was deeply buried in her womb.
"AAAaaawwwwhhh! " she gasped briefly, while trying to contain the moan that she wanted to scream out. The air in her lungs seemed to suddenly force its way out, caused by the bolt of excitement that started deep inside her belly. The pleasure was far greater than she had ever imagined it would be, and she marveled at the way his tongue seemed to stretch way up inside her helplessly clasping vaginal passage. She began to rhythmically grind her buttocks into the mattress as the maddening tongue drove incessantly up inside her vagina.
His tasting of her moistening young sexual fluids went on until he could contain his lust no longer, and he raised his head up from between her wriggling thighs while at the same time grasping her long legs to bend them out wider.
She opened her eyes to the sight of her employer's lust-incited penis pointing directly at her exposed vagina, but as much as she wanted it inside her body, she couldn't control the overwhelming fear of its tearing her apart. It was like a column of jerking, throbbing flesh made ready to plunge into her belly as a blunt knife of fire. The head end appeared to throb into a life of its own, as she saw the dilated slit at the tip grow large with tiny droplets of seminal fluid rolling out. Mr. Russell was holding her legs up in the air as if to lift her clear off her bed, and she could feel the cool air of the room flowing past her saliva-moistened vagina and down the widespread crevice of her firm young buttocks. Her total nudity plus the fear of his huge penis made her tremble nervously as he gradually shoved his hips forward, until the smooth, purple-headed instrument made contact with the fleshy folds of her helpless, upturned vagina.
Somehow she had gotten the notion that the rubbery tip was hot enough to burn her pussy, but the mild coolness she felt was in marked contrast to the heat in her own flesh. He pressed his long rod against the tight opening of her vagina for a moment, then he leaned forward across her body suddenly, clamping his mouth against her taut neck as the weight of his body came against her nakedness. He had released his hold of her legs, and one hand was squeezing into the soft flesh of her full breast, while the other hand held his long shaft pressed tightly against her open groin. Without hesitation, he began to run the huge swollen head up and down the soft hair-lined slit of her pussy, parting the warm fleshy lips in lewd preparation to his entry of her tight young cunt.
The pressure of the hard instrument against the virgin opening of her cunt made Brigit grow tense from the anxiety of the pain she knew would surely come. She thought her flesh was ripping apart from the steady increase of force as his hips pushed forward with more and more strength. The pain in her groin grew to ever-greater proportions as her vagina resisted the blunt force of the fleshy hard cock, until suddenly, her whole body seemed to rip in half as the giant head pushed into the tight, restricting, small passage.
"AAAAAaaahhhhh!" the young Danish girl had groaned her agony out loud as the pain seared through her body. She couldn't control her voice any longer, and she cried out a plea for mercy. But she didn't realize that Howard Russell was beyond hearing her, or that she had made her plea in Danish. She was trying desperately to fight off the pain that tore at her insides, and that one thought occupied her total mind. She squirmed her buttocks back away from the ramming instrument, but she was held tightly by the strong grip and weight of his body. After a moment, when the initial shock of entry had subsided, she realized that only the head end of his huge cock had pushed through the tight resisting opening between her legs, and terror took over when she imagined how painful the rest of his entry might be.
"AAAAAawwwwggggggg!" She screamed, as the force drove into her vagina continuing with unrelenting pressure, the blood-filled column expanding her tight passage to its thick round size. With slow sureness, it pressed in, a millimeter at a time, and each move seemed to Brigit to be more terrible than the last. She was convinced that she could never retain her consciousness with the giant instrument buried up inside her, and she struggled with the fast-draining remainder of her strength, for what she felt was a lifetime, lost in her panic as she was. The initial thoughts of pleasing her new employer by satisfying him sexually no longer mattered. She wasn't interested in doing anything except getting away from the painful pressure down between her legs, but her struggle was hopeless. She didn't have the strength left in her body to resist anymore, and she gave up fighting the pain. She relaxed, letting the huge rampaging cock just fuck her into oblivion.
"OOOOOooooohhh! OOOOOOOhhhhh!" she yelled out, when the suddenly unrestricted instrument plunged quickly up the remainder of her wide stretched cunt, completely filling her womb. Howard's groin crashed hard into her widespread vagina as his cock submerged in the glove-like flesh to the maximum depth. Brigit didn't move at all, from fear of the pain she knew would come, as she thought for sure that the instrument was going to pierce the walls of her lower belly. She felt as though her whole body was hung limply on a giant staff of flesh stabbed into her womb, and that at any moment it was going to push farther up to tear the rest of her body in two. But it didn't go in any further. It just stayed throbbing in her helplessly stretched cuntal passage like an animal at rest before going after a meal.
Slowly she became aware of the other parts of her body which were still very much alive. Her heart was pounding furiously in her chest, the steady beat transmitting up through her breast to the hairy chest pressed down against them. The taut nerves in her neck were reacting to the tiny nips of his teeth, and she realized that her arms were wrapped tightly around his body, holding him to her body like Nature would hold the earth. She knew that the storm was over, that the aching in her womb would gradually stop, and the pleasure that she knew would follow was again filling her thought.
"Ooooohh!" she exclaimed suddenly in mild protest, as Howard flexed his tightly wrapped penis to expand the head buried deep inside her womb. The pain wasn't nearly as bad as Brigit had imagined it would be, and the continuing expansion of his swollen penis began to bring a new sensation throbbing wonderfully through her belly to replace the pain. It was like a form of a final commitment of dedication to her new job, to be filled with the throbbing penis of her employer. It was the sexual encounter that she had been seeking, hoping to have for as long as she could remember. She refocused her senses away from the searing pain of his entry to the pleasurable sensation that was slowly beginning to rebuild in the depths of her burning womb.
The young Danish girl drew her knees up so as to have better leverage to screw her stretched vagina up against the fuzziness of his pubic hairs. As she arched her hips up slightly, Howard withdrew his long cock from her womb, and she could feel the hard column resisting his exit when only the head end remained inside. She lifted her skewered groin up to him, afraid he might take it all the way out, but he pushed instead, forward again into the depths of her wet passage. She could feel the rubbery flesh tip parting the walls of her vagina as it slid down inside her, and her cunt closed tightly around the thick cock, the nerves lining the wall transmitting every part of its form to her brain. She hung suspended on every moment of his long downstroke, feeling that time pleasure rather than pain, and when his pelvis pressed into her vagina she felt the twin sacs of his balls smack lightly against her now voluntarily spread buttocks. The sensation was wonderful for Brigit, and she opened her legs out as wide as she could to make the next plunge even nicer and deeper.
Again, Mr. Russell pulled back with his hips to withdraw his excited cock, and as he slammed into her clasping pussy with a faster motion, his balls slapped hard down against her tiny puckered anus.
"Aaaahhh!" she shrieked from the weird sensation that came rippling up her spine. His balls were stirring with the pressure of sperm inside them, and she could feel their life throbbing as they hung down against her naked anus. The pain of his first entry was completely forgotten, and all she could think of was to be skewered again and again by the hard hot flesh inside her womb. Even the aching had subsided to the point of being overtaken by the pleasure of his fucking into her. He began the steady rhythm of sawing in and out of her vagina as it had been done ever since man first appeared on the earth. The driving motion of his long, thick penis sent ripples of pleasure with ever-increasing intensity through every part of her passion aroused body, and she took up the rhythm with him, arching her hips up as he drove forward on the downstroke, and pulling back as he retreated. It was proving to be a beautifully satisfying experience for the young Brigit and the demands that her employer was placing on her did not concern her then.
She had been young and innocent on that day, and she was completely unaware that it was going to prove to be the beginning of many demands that Howard would eventually require of her. It had been the start of her falling into a trap that she would have avoided if she had guessed where it led, but her first sexual experience was too important in itself for her to be concerned about possible consequences.
The fire burning deep in her womb became more intense as Mr. Russell's already-large cock seemed to grow larger as his fucking became faster and faster His moistened column slid with greater ease in and out of her tightly grasping cunt, the walls of her passage wrapping and squeezing over every part of its throbbing shape as it stirred her to greater heights of pleasure. The swelling pounding work in her cunt seemed to go with more urgency as the tempo increased. As his cock plowed deep inside her womb, their pubic hairs tangled together, only to separate again as it withdrew to plow in once again. Brigit felt her whole body become a part of her hungrily clasping cunt, as the sensations were reaching out into her every nerve to create greater and greater excitement. She had never imagined it could be such pleasure to be totally consumed by the huge, fleshy rod pounding crazily into her belly. The frantic rolling motion of their bodies fucking on the bed made her mind whirl with tiny electric stars that bounced and exploded as her passion became higher. They appeared and disappeared like charges of energy from her excited nerves, dancing through her whole being. She drew her legs up as high as she could, and she began flexing and tightening the muscles in her white thighs to pull and suck at the wonderful cock that skewered with tremendous force in her fiery, hot cunt.
She felt as though her body was completely freed of any resistance to pleasure, and she had added sensations streaming from her loins that she wanted, but couldn't identify at first. Then, she realized that Mr. Russell's hands were exploring other sensitive parts of her body, and a rippling flash of raw pleasure shot up her spine as she felt his finger probing into her nakedly exposed anus. She sensed her embarrassment at being so open to a strange man, but the idea of what was happening made her even more excited for its sheer lewdness. She kept thinking over and over that she was being fucked, that she was being finally fucked by a man. When his finger suddenly pushed inside her tight resisting anus, the tiny pain was nothing compared to the sensations of total surrender she felt, and she began bucking wildly to have her groin pounded into pieces by his giant column of throbbing flesh.
Her belly started jerking uncontrollably as she felt the head of his screwing penis swell up larger inside her womb. She knew that it was going to start spewing out hot liquid at any moment, but the growing spasms in her own belly were the focus of her attentions now. She thought she was going to have her insides exploded all around by the hot bursting sensations that followed the jerking in her womb. Then, suddenly, his huge cock sank deeply inside her burning cunt, and the head seemed to fill her like an inflating balloon. Her belly shook with tremendous spasms when she felt the first hot stab of liquid moving up the length of the long thick cock like a great roaring wave, to burst out and crash searingly into her hot sucking womb.
"OOOOOooooohhhh! OOOOOooooo! AAAwwwwwwwggggg!" She screamed out her ecstasy as the great, spurting instrument began to saturate her cunt with hot, sticky cum from his own climax. She could feel every drop of the liquid bursting out of the giant swollen tip, and the sensations were so tremendous that her whole womb exploded in response to the pleasure. She jammed her groin as tightly as possible against the jerking cock inside her, and her contracting cunt erupted with her own joyous cum.
"AAAAaaaawwwwwwwggggggggg! "
Her scream echoed around her head as the explosive searing passion in her body soared to a pinnacle of delightful pleasure. She sank her fingernails into the back of the man above her impassioned body, and pulled him down hard against her heaving breasts. She wanted to be smothered by his warm flesh, to cover her tingling nerves with a hot instrument of pleasure at every tiny opening to her body. She arched her spread buttocks up to receive all of the squirting hot fluid she could get, and her own sticky white cum gushed up her contracting passage over the jerking thick cock to spill out around its hair-covered base and run slowly down the crevice of her upturned buttocks. It seemed to go on and on forever until her body was completely drained of all its fluid.
Brigit could still remember all of the special sensations that she had experienced that first time. The strange feeling of their mixed cum running warmly across her anus and down the crevice of her buttocks to make a great pool on the bed, had stuck in her mind ever since. Of course, after that first day, Howard Russell had done many things to her that were all new, but for some reason, that first experience always stayed foremost in her mind. Perhaps it was because at that time, she didn't know he was a cruel bastard, as she had only known him for a few hours then. She had learned quickly about his demands on people, and even though she could never reject him when he visited her for sex, she resented the fact that she had become so dependent on him. She had felt sorry for his wife, Linda, from the start, and in many ways, Brigit could understand why Linda had rejected him. It was, of course, ironic to Brigit that Linda was not only Grant's mother, but she also was more of his nursemaid than Brigit had ever been. She quickly learned that at least inside their home, she was primarily responsible for being convenient to Mr. Russell's sexual needs, and not a maid for their son. The first time Brigit realized that Linda was completely aware of her relationship with her husband was the first time Brigit became aware of what she had really been hired to do. She accepted her position as much out of sympathy for Linda as for her own needs, and she knew then that she had been caught up in a trap that led nowhere. When Grant was a teen-ager, Howard Russell's visits to Brigit became less and less frequent, then finally, they ceased altogether, as Howard found younger girls to play with. For two years before Grant moved into his own home in the Meadows and Brigit went with him as his maid, she didn't see Mr. Russell at all. She knew that it had been his plan for her to go to work at Grant's home, as he had no more need or desire for her. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she had developed an intense loyalty to Howard Russell. She wasn't conscious of it, but if at any moment he made a demand of her, she could and would willingly do it.
Brigit stopped the car as she became aware of having driven past the entrance to the Thomases house while daydreaming about the past. Turning in her seat to back the car down the narrow road to the driveway, she felt the dampness up between her legs. Her thoughts had made her excited, and so she hurried along the drive that took her to the Thomas home, and to Roy. She wanted him to fuck her right away. Her daydreaming combined with the two weeks of not seeing Roy made her more anxious than she had realized.
The Thomases house was situated well back on the property, as most homes on the Point were. It was a large, rambling structure that appeared to have been built so as to not disturb the surrounding trees, and beyond the house was a slight slope to a cliff that dropped down to the crashing Pacific Ocean. She turned the car toward a building that was obviously the garages, and she could see the stairs up the side of the building which led to the apartment above, just as Roy had described it to her.
As she parked the car, Roy appeared at the top of the stairs, and she got out and ran up to greet him. Roy was a couple of years older than her and had been a bachelor all his life. He was rather set in his ways, as he had been in the Merchant Marine for years before he retired to go to work on the land. He only stopped going to sea because he had put the necessary time in to collect a pension, and then had met Victor Thomas through a mutual friend. The job that Victor offered him sounded ideal to Roy, and he left the Merchant Marine and hadn't been back to sea since.
"What do you think?" Roy said, motioning around at the property. He liked the new place because it was so close to the ocean.
"Looks like more work to me!" Brigit replied, smiling. She knew it was the location that Roy was talking about, but she kidded him anyway.
"Hell, you know I never have much to do, anyway! " he said seriously. He held the door to his quarters open and motioned to her to go inside.
She was always surprised at how neat Roy kept his place, but she hadn't expected it to be as nice as it was. The place was like a one bedroom apartment, but Roy had it fixed up to look like the inside of an old sailing ship. In the center of the living room was a low table made from a hatch cover and carefully polished to a brilliant shine. On the table was waiting a bottle of chilled champagne, and two glasses were placed neatly beside it.
"That's just to celebrate the new place!" Roy quickly exclaimed, noticing Brigit's expression of pleasure. He went to the table and picked up the bottle, holding it out to her. "What do you say?"
"Fill it up!" she replied, slipping her coat off. She was really happy to be with Roy again, and she knew that the evening was going to be just as she liked it. She began undressing as Roy uncorked the bottle and poured out the bubbly liquid into the glasses and was stripped all the way down to her bra and panties by the time Roy had handed her a glass.
"What do we drink to?" Roy questioned, holding his drink up in the air.
"Let's drink to us," she said quickly, and they both clinked their glasses and downed large swallows and started to set her glass down when Roy stopped her.
"Wait a minute! We should also drink to Victor Thomas for providing us with the privacy we need for our fun and games." Roy was smiling broadly as he drank down the remaining champagne in his glass.
Brigit drained off the liquid in her glass, then she turned around for Roy to unfasten her bra. "I've always wondered why the Thomases never got involved in the "swap gatherings" when they lived in the Meadows. Do you know why, Roy?" Brigit asked curiously.
"That young wife of his keeps him pretty busy, I guess," Roy replied while removing her bra. He slid his hands around her ribs and grasped her full, round breasts as she let the bra fall to the floor. "Just as well for him," Roy continued casually. "He's working for Grant's old man, you know. That's why he was able to buy this new spread at the Point. Mr. Thomas is the new chief attorney for Russell Enterprises."
Brigit wasn't quite sure she had heard what Roy said, as her thoughts were preoccupied with his fondling of her breasts. She turned around to face him.
"Did you say that your boss is working now for Howard Russell?" she asked seriously.
Roy had already started to remove her panties, and he let them fall down around her ankles before answering her. He was always anxious to see the smooth-skinned texture of her shapely body, and he never could get over how young her body appeared. He thought she looked more like thirty than her actual forty-five years.
"That's right." Roy finally said, but he wanted to get off of that subject and down to business at hand. He started removing his own clothes after motioning for Brigit to refill their glasses. "Fact is, Mr. Thomas is over visiting with Howard Russell right this minute." Roy added, to finish the conversation.
She forced her attention to the pouring of the new drinks. For just a moment, she had to satisfy her natural curiosity about Howard Russell's business activities, but then she forgot completely about it, since her own personal needs were more important to her, and certainly more pressing right now.
CHAPTER 2
Seated halfway on the edge of the big comfortable chair, Linda Russell sipped on her one drink, listening very attentively to her husband and Victor Thomas discuss dry business matters. She didn't really care about their conversation, but she felt she had to put in a formal appearance for the benefit of Howard's new chief attorney. She was ready to leave the room from the moment Victor did arrive, but she conceded to having one drink with them before retiring. Victor had come over without his wife Beverly, so to all outward appearances, he seemed seriously involved in company problems with Howard now. Linda had been through these conversations with many of Howard's employees before now, and this one was just as boring as the last one.
Once she was sure that no financial disaster was about to occur, for she could imagine no other reason for his business to enter their home life, Linda would only listen for the opportunity to break into the conversation so she could excuse herself from the room. This evening, Howard and Victor were so engrossed in the wording of a contract that Linda gulped down the remainder of her drink and stood up from the chair. Without saying word, she turned to quietly leave the room, but her movement stopped the discussion long enough for Victor to rise out of his arm chair.
"Please sit down," Linda said quickly. "You must excuse me, I have many letters to write. Don't let me interrupt your discussion. It's been a real pleasure meeting you," she added, nodding toward Victor. He bowed politely to her as she left the room without making further comment.
Linda closed the door to the library behind herself, and she walked in an even pace across the hall, to the stairway. She moved like a model practicing a walk, while balancing books on the top of her head, but with Linda, the smooth motion could only be described as sinuous. Her face always had the appearance of a proud little girl, the quality of being unsure of her pride, and that mixed with the slender lines of her body made her very enticing to look at. Her maturity did not show on the surface, and for that reason, she always had a very youthful glow. Her sandy hair was kept short, and it blended well with her sharp features and long tapering neck. Her walk suited her, as her gracefully sleek body was like that of a high fashion model. Yet she was curvy and soft beneath her expensive clothes.
At the bottom of the stairway, she looked around herself quickly, then ran up the stairs two at a time. Moving fast, but quietly on the plush carpeting, she entered the room directly above the library where Howard and Victor were still talking. Locking the door, she crossed the room to the corner where a thin grating ran along the lower wall. It was part of the air conditioning system that Howard had ordered installed when the house had been remodeled a few years previous. It was also like a public address system for any and all conversations in the room below, and Linda would often go to it after she had left the library, to see if anything was being said about her.
She wasn't really a snooper by nature, but her vanity sometimes got the best of her. She had an insatiable desire to know what people thought of her, and it stemmed from her own insecure feelings about herself. She fully expected Victor Thomas to say something about her to Howard, and she wanted to hear just what he said, that was all.
Linda turned the chair near the vent so that she could make herself comfortable while listening to the conversation in the library below. She wasn't at all surprised to hear them still talking about the contract wording, as Victor was new to the company, and would be expected to try to make a good impression on his new boss. But Linda knew Howard too well to believe that he only had Victor over to discuss some contract. She knew that the conversation would change soon, and she was ready to wait until something was said about herself. She didn't have to sit and wait too long.
After a few minutes she could hear Howard moving to the bar and pouring fresh drinks. Victor was talking all the time, but then Howard said something she couldn't quite catch, until Victor stopped talking.
"That's what I pay you for! You wouldn't be a good attorney if I could sway your opinion!" Howard's voice boomed up through the air vent. Linda recognized Howard's old tactic of offhandedly complimenting someone before he asked for a favor. Somehow these favors he requested always came out sounding like an order which must be carried out.
There was silence for a long moment, and she thought they were sipping at their drinks. She pressed her ear closer to the vent, to be sure they weren't whispering, and satisfied, Linda relaxed to wait for the conversation to continue.
"Are you settled in your new house?" Howard asked after a moment. He was turning the talk to a more personal level now.
"Yes. Well, Beverly has been wanting to make some changes, but that will come with time," Victor answered. What he meant to say was that he couldn't yet afford to make changes in his new home.
Howard was aware that Victor had overextended himself by moving into the Point area, and that was exactly the sort of thing that made Howard happy. He liked his employees to be dependent on their jobs. Howard, of course, had power in many different ways, but he especially liked to have people dependent upon him for his money. When he hired Victor, he knew that Victor would instantly put himself into a situation, such as this house, that made him easy prey for Howard. If Victor lost his position with Howard suddenly, he would have difficult financial worries. Victor had been relatively conservative with his money until he married his young wife. Then everything changed, as Beverly was a real demanding spender who could make Victor do just as she wanted. Howard saw this in Victor's wife, and it was just the sort of situation that he could really appreciate.
"Yes, I'm sure she could do a lot for the place," Howard agreed. "Care for another drink?" he asked, to change the subject. He walked slowly over to the service bar he had in the library.
Linda listened carefully and intently as Victor took the drink from Howard's hand. She was getting impatient, and was going to leave her listening post if they didn't say something about her soon.
"I'm going to send Grant to New York to take care of a transaction for theatre equipment. You might give him a call tomorrow and see if he needs any legal advising before he leaves," Howard said seriously. Victor nodded his head affirmatively as Howard continued. "My son has had a tendency sometimes to forget that he works for an organization. He probably won't think to contact you."
"I'll call him first thing in the morning," Victor promised quickly. He knew how Grant was, and didn't like it, but he wanted to keep his feelings about Grant from Howard. After all, it would be wrong to go against the boss's son.
"Good! Then there is one other thing I would like you to do for me," Howard went on. He paused for a short moment, as if to reflect on the correct way to phrase his request.
Linda leaned closer to the air vent, afraid she had possibly missed something more that Howard had said. But she heard only silence for a moment. Then Howard's voice again boomed up through the vent.
"I'll need you tomorrow evening for a brief errand. Do you know Grant's wife, Valerie?" Howard sounded quite business-like in his inquiry.
"Yes, I met her once. We used to be neighbors in the Meadows," Victor responded as if to justify for Howard his knowledge of the woman.
"Good, good! Then you know where she lives."
"Yes, I do."
"Well, I'd like to have you contact her in the evening. Tell her that you and I need to discuss some legal matters with her at my house. You can pick her up and bring her here. I'll take care of the rest." Howard talked as though he were dictating a letter to his personal secretary, and he could see the astonished look on Victor's face. He didn't care, as he knew that Victor would do exactly as requested.
"Certainly, Howard. Are there any papers you'll need from the office ... anything I can prepare?" Victor asked. He wasn't sure what to make of Howard's command, and he thought there was something that he had forgotten about. He tried to remember if Howard had discussed her with him before now.
"Just her! Tell her anything you like, but be sure she gets here by ten o'clock." Howard said forcefully. He didn't want to discuss any details with Victor. The less Victor knew, Howard thought, the more he'll want to know. "Can you take care of that for me, please?" Howard asked, his tone a little more polite than it had been earlier in the conversation.
Victor was thinking as fast as he could, but he didn't understand what business Howard might have with his own daughter-in-law. Whatever it was, Victor knew he wouldn't particularly like it, but he knew, too, that he would do anything Howard asked of him. Victor's employment contract with Russell Enterprises wasn't legally in force until after a six-month trial period, and he needed and wanted to keep his new job. "At ten o'clock?" he verified, wanting to be precise.
"Or earlier," Howard said, and he grinned at Victor. He could see that Victor didn't understand his purposes at all.
Victor remained silent for a moment until it finally occurred to him what Howard was really after. He didn't want to believe it, but he couldn't imagine any other reason for Howard's lewd, self-satisfied grin. He decided to test his new theory.
"Can I bring anything for your wife?" he inquired, but his expression was worriedly questioning Howard's need for assistance.
Howard laughed loudly before answering Victor's remark. "You needn't worry about Linda. I don't!" Howard said casually, but he winked at Victor in a gesture of secret shared knowledge.
Victor recognized that his guess had been correct. Howard was planning something for Valerie, and most obviously it was Howard himself. What amazed Victor more than anything else was that Howard wasn't concerned at all by Linda's possible reaction. In fact, Howard didn't seem to care if Linda was around or not! He didn't say so, but Howard's look told Victor that Linda wasn't really involved closely with him in any way but by name.
Linda moved away from the air vent, wondering what Howard had in mind for Grant's wife. She couldn't believe that it would be anything good, yet she certainly didn't think it could be more than some type of need for information concerning Grant. Naturally, Howard would use Valerie to get information on Grant's activities. But, Linda couldn't help wondering why Howard wanted Victor to bring Valerie to the Point house. It would certainly be much simpler for Howard to talk to her directly, and especially since Grant would be leaving for New York. Linda tried to reason out why Howard was involving Victor in such a simple errand when Howard could merely drop in at Grant's home in the Meadows. Then she remembered that Howard didn't ever want to go to the Meadows house unless Brigit, the maid, was off work for the evening.
Linda was very much aware of Howard's past involvement with Brigit Andersen, but she had nothing but pity for her since she was only a maid. Linda measured values in terms of relative comfort, and it was only Howard's money that kept her living with him as his wife. When she and Howard were first married, Linda had expected her life with him to be somewhat commensurate with their social standing, and she had been raised to believe that upper-class people maintained a high morality standard. Linda's family had a name in the community, but thanks to her father's incompetence in handling the large inheritance from her grandfather, they had little money. In fact, the family would have been totally broke if her father hadn't quit trying to enlarge the inheritance with his bad investments. Before Linda's parents died, they had spent the remainder of their money on keeping up an appearance of established wealth, and it had been Howard's money that finally buried them in the style they had expected in life.
Howard had actually married Linda for the entree her family's name would provide in the business circles of the community around them. It was marrying respectably, and he had used his opportunity well. Howard was a lean and shrewd dealer before the age of twenty, and he only required the association with respectability to put his talents to work in the direction he wanted to take. His holdings were worth over a million dollars by the time he was twenty-one, and from then on he could only go up. His tactics were ruthless, but before anyone could realize this, he had gotten out of their reach. He had made it on his own underhanded merits and through the open doors that Linda's paternal name provided. Their marriage was a failure from the beginning.
Linda's notion of marriage had been based on a romantic ideal she had seen in the movies, and Howard had played the game well when he was courting her. Their sexual involvement before the wedding had amounted to nothing more than good-night kisses and occasional feel-ups of the accidental-on-purpose variety. Their first night together after the wedding had been a rude awakening for Linda, and Howard's treatment of her had been something more than gentle. He had fucked her beautiful body with all the urgent animal passion that he had contained for the many months of their engagement, and Linda never quite got over it. It had been painful, but more than that, it was humiliating for her, and she resisted the natural passion in her body ever since then. Howard always treated her roughly, and after a time began to think of her merely as another possession. Her lack of response to his lovemaking frustrated Howard, and when she became pregnant with Grant, he stopped thinking of her as a bed-partner.
She had been particularly cold in their lovemaking the evening she told him she was pregnant, and that had been the last time Howard ever bothered her in bed. He kept her around because she was the mother of his son, and that was the extent of it. When Howard hired Brigit Andersen, he had already hired and fired another two "live-ins" and Linda had been surprised that the young Danish girl lasted as long as she had.
The arrangement actually pleased Linda, as long as the appearance of her marriage was maintained, and Howard was too shrewd to have it any other way. In the privacy of her home, Linda was happy that she didn't have to face Howard in bed, and she couldn't care less about his extramarital activities, since they at least kept him far away from her sexually.
The focus of her life had been the raising of her son Grant, and she showered him with the additional attention that otherwise would have gone to Howard. This at times had brought accusations from Howard of her making Grant into a mother's boy, but Howard was too involved with the management of Russell Enterprises to do much about it until Grant was much older. Then Howard sent him off to school, and later bought him the house in the Meadows. In fact, Grant never knew that Howard had arranged for his first encounter with the opposite sex, by paying a girl to let Grant take her. Linda never knew about that arrangement either, and she couldn't prevent Howard setting Grant up in a house of his own. After that, Linda stuck around for the comfort of the life that Howard had provided, as he had never let her have any money of her own. She didn't know any other way to live, so she stayed with Howard, all the time nursing a resentment for him.
Still reflecting on the conversation, she listened in on it further still through the air vent. Linda decided that Howard wanted Valerie to come to the Point so he wouldn't have to see Brigit Andersen. Once Howard had finished with Brigit as a sex partner, or anyone else for that matter, he generally made it a point to avoid that person. But for Linda, that still didn't explain what Howard had to do with Valerie. Linda didn't like Valerie, mostly because she was married to her son Grant, but she also thought of Valerie as a leech who only wanted to share in the Russell's money.
Walking into her bedroom, Linda felt somehow that Grant was being put in some kind of danger, and she then decided that she must do something about it. She made up her mind to see Grant early in the morning, to warn him of his father's plan to use Valerie.
CHAPTER 3
Grant hung up the telephone, and stared blankly at the papers spread out on his desk before him. He was still a little tired, and he stretched out his arms above his head, to yawn. Then he picked through the papers to pull out the ones that Victor Thomas had just told him to take. He was surprised that his old neighbor was now the chief attorney for Russell Enterprises, and Grant wondered if he had been completely out of touch with the business the past few weeks. The phone call from Victor had been the first he had heard of Victor's employment with the company.
"These are the only papers I can find, sir."
Grant's thoughts were interrupted by his secretary's entrance into his office, and he took the papers she held out to him.
"All right! I think I have everything now, everything I'll need. Did you get my reservation for the flight?" Grant asked her before she left his office.
"Yes, sir. Your flight leaves at six this evening. They're holding the ticket for you at the airport."
"Fine. If there isn't anything else, I'm going home to pack. I didn't expect to have to work this Saturday, or to make this damn trip, either." Grant was forgetting that his secretary had to come in on Saturday as well.
"Well, there is one other thing, sir. We've had a want ad running for an usherette at the Mar Vista Theatre, and interviews are supposed to be held at one o'clock this afternoon. The assistant won't be in until five to open up, and we still haven't hired a new manager. So no one will be there to handle the applicants."
Grant remembered that he still hadn't replaced Bill Compton at the Mar Vista, and he had to laugh to himself as he was reminded of the incident with Bill's young wife. "Why can't the assistant handle the interviews?" Grant asked his secretary.
"He hasn't had a day off in weeks, sir. Tonight is the busiest of the week, so I don't think he's willing to go in so early."
Grant thought about it for a moment and decided that interviewing young girls-wouldn't be so bad after all. "All right. Guess I'll have to take care of it myself," he said, knowing that she wouldn't have to call the assistant now. Grant looked at his watch and saw that he didn't have much time to spare if he was going to get to Mar Vista by one. "You better stick around until two, in case I'll need anything at the theatre," he added as he stood up to go. He could see the disappointment in his secretary's eyes, but he didn't care. If he was going to go to work, so could she!
As Grant got into his car to make the drive to the theatre, his thoughts returned to the events of that morning. He was glad that the party the previous night had broken up earlier than usual, as his father's call had come early that morning. It made him a little angry when he thought how Howard had waited until the last minute to tell him about the trip to New York. It meant that all of his plans for the weekend were finished, because his father always expected him to leave a day early, to be ready for business on Monday. He thought about what he might do in New York on Sunday, and tried to think of the name of a play he had recently read about. If he could get a ticket, he decided he should go see whatever its name was.
As he pulled up in the front of the theatre, Grant noticed only one girl standing by the front entrance. He parked the car quickly, then fished in his pocket for the master key as he walked toward the girl. She was leaning up against the door, her shapely young legs crossed at the ankles. Grant looked at the miniskirt she was wearing, not failing to notice how it accented her sexy young body. He guessed she was about eighteen or so, but the expression on her cute face told him immediately that she was r experienced.
"You're here about the usherette job?" Grant asked as he approached the girl. She moved from the doorway, and he immediately unlocked the door and walked inside.
The girl didn't say anything, but followed him inside and across the lobby to the manager's office. Grant held the curtain that hung in front of the office door aside for her, and she walked on in ahead of him. He followed her, leaving the office door ajar slightly.
"Not much response to the ad," Howard commented as he motioned for the girl to sit down on the couch in the corner. He walked over to the desk to be able to look at her from the best possible angle. She sat with her legs uncrossed, and he could clearly see the white lace of her panties that covered her firm little ass.
"There were two other girls waiting," she said, looking directly at his eyes. She knew she was being looked at by Grant in just the way she wanted. "I sent them away. Told them I have already gotten the job," she added, and she smiled openly at Grant.
Grant started laughing out loud at the girl's bold and honest statement. He couldn't help but like her attitude, and looking at her, he saw that she was smiling in accent to her statement. Her long brown hair hung straight down around her face, and she lifted her hand to pull back a loose strand with her middle finger. She moved slowly and purposefully seductive, and Grant thought that she was putting it on a little too heavily. He decided to make her come across with action, and he suddenly wanted to fuck her like he knew she had never before been fucked. That should show the teasing little bitch.
"Okay. You told them you already had the job, but how do you know the uniform will fit? Uhhhh...." Grant added questioningly.
"Susan!"
"Okay, Susan. Suppose you try it on?" Grant smiled as he saw her raise her eyebrows slightly from surprise. But then she returned his smile.
"Here?"
"Why not?" Grant realized that she was willing to go along with his request, at least to a point. He stood up, and without saying any more, he went to the closet and pulled out a uniform that he figured would fit her approximately. When he turned around to hold it out for her, she was already standing up and pulling her blouse off. He dropped the uniform on the arm of the couch, and stood silently where he was, to watch her.
It didn't take her very long to get down to her bra and panties, as she had very little on over them. After taking off her blouse and casually setting it on the back of the couch, she unzipped the side of her miniskirt, letting it fall down around her feet. Both her bra and panties were very brief, and Grant could see the lines of her tan where a swimsuit had covered her. She had a long, narrow waist that was accentuated by the slight flare of her hips and her young, round breasts. Her bra was thin, nearly transparent material, and Grant could see that she didn't really need it to hold up her firm, young breasts. It was rather loose on her, but there were tiny bumps at the tips of the material where her nipples pressed into it.
Grant shifted his gaze to the light fuzz on her lower belly, and down to the area of her pussy. The white, lacy panties clearly showed the soft dark triangle of her pubic hair, and her pussy appeared to curve smoothly back between her tanned thighs. Her buttocks were small, but clearly stuck out like two round ripe melons. Grant felt his penis growing erect under his pants just from looking at her.
"Well, do you want me to put it on?" she said, holding her hand out toward Grant.
"No. The uniform will fit."
She smiled again at Grant and gestured at her bra and panties. "You want me to take them off...." she said. It was as much a question as it was a statement.
"No!" he replied, and he moved closer to her. "I'll take them off." He put his arms around her, pulling her nearly naked body hard against him. The lewd bulge of his hard penis pressed into the space between her firm young thighs, and he unfastened her bra before bending down slightly to kiss her on the ear. While nipping lightly at the taut cords of her neck, he ran his hands down her back until he felt the top of her panties. Slipping his fingers beneath the elastic waistband, he pulled the flimsy white material down over the round globes of her buttocks. He felt her elbows pushing slightly against him, as if to back away, and he realized that she didn't want him to go any farther.
"Haven't time to play games now. I've got to catch a plane to New York," Grant said in a forceful half-whisper into her ear. He didn't want her to act like she didn't want him for the show of it. He knew she was willing to be fucked. He pulled down more on her filmy panties, and they fell down her legs to the floor.
"New York! I've always wanted to go to New York," she said in the same half-whispered tone.
"If you're a good girl, maybe you'll get to go there someday!" Grant replied out loud. He felt her pushing against him ceasing, and he backed away from her slightly to move his hand down between their bodies. He ran it across her smooth flat belly, and down toward the softly rising mound of her sparse young pubic hair. As his fingers traced the curve of her pussy, while pressing lightly on the soft dark mound, she relaxed her legs slightly to give his hand greater freedom for exploring. For a moment he looked at her slightly-parted mouth and dark eyes before he kissed her hard, driving his tongue inside her warm mouth at the same time. She responded by sucking on his tongue, then squealed from deep within her throat, as his finger wormed teasingly up into the hair-lined slit of her pussy in search of her clitoris.
When he found the hardening nerve end, he felt her body tensing for an instant, then she relaxed and ground her groin back against his probing finger. Without breaking away from his kiss, she reached for the belt to his pants, and began to unfasten it. Grant thought his cock was going to push right through the material of his slacks, and he was relieved to feel her hands working at getting it off of him. When she unzipped his fly, the pants fell down around his ankles, followed shortly by his underpants after a brief struggle to get them free of his large erect penis. Her cool hand wrapped around the rigid column like she was holding a baseball bat, and the sensation it gave him made his cock grow larger with excitement. Still working his finger against her clitoris, he pulled her bra free of her round, pointing breasts, letting it, too, fall down to the floor below.
Breaking away from the kiss long enough to get a look at the beautiful naked body, Grant was pleased with what he saw. The tiny pink nipples at the tips of her breasts stuck out like ripe buds, and he bent down to take one in his mouth. He ran his tongue wetly around the hardened nipple, teasing it fully erect, and then he covered the tip of her breast with his warm mouth. He bit down hard on the nipple with his teeth as he sucked it into the depths of his mouth.
"Oooooouuu!" the young girl moaned, more from the pain of his hard bite than from any pleasure she felt. But the incessantly-rubbing finger on her clitoris was sending wonderful sensations through her whole body, and she felt limp from the tiny jolts of pleasure. Her legs felt as though they were shaking as the electric sensations danced over her nerves, and she could feel the moisture forming at the opening of her vagina. She ran her hand over the hard flesh of his large, erect cock, feeling the blood-filled veins throbbing with his lustful excitement. When he bit down on her pink nipple again, she ran her fingernail along the sensitive base side on his penis in slow response, but it only seemed to jerk even larger in her hot young hand.
Not able to keep from laughing to himself, Grant thought how the sexy young girl named Susan was going to react when he shoved his cock inside her tight eighteen-year-old cunt. He guessed she would scream at first, but then the animal need that she so apparently had would take over. His thoughts were of her becoming a wild, hot bitch, and he bit harder on her tender pink nipple. Her hands on his cock made his blood run faster, and he could feel the pressure of his sperm flooding the twin balls in the sac that hung down at the base of his hardened cock. When she squeezed or ran her fingernail along it, Grant rolled her hard clitoris under his finger with greater force. The soft fleshy lips of her cunt around his finger felt warm and moist, and he sensed her body trembling from the passion he aroused within her. She was breathing hard, and tiny mewling sounds came from her throat as he continued the playful manipulations. Then, as the thought of her hot tight pussy wrapped like warm bacon around his cock entered his mind, he could wait no longer to find the moist hole and drive his middle finger up inside the narrow waiting passage.
Holding her firm round buttocks with his left r hand, he ran his right hand's middle finger along the warm, wet flesh between the hair lined lips of her vagina, until he made contact with the moist opening. Slowly, he worked his finger into the soft, yielding folds of ragged cuntal flesh until he had gotten the tip of his finger just inside the passage. Teasing her, he wiggled it there for a moment, then he jammed it suddenly upward inside her until his palm was pressed tightly against her lush young pubic mound.
"OOOooouuuuu!" she moaned from the sensation of his fast-entering finger. She could feel it slipping up into her tight expectant cunt like a hot greased poker, and she grunted and ground her vagina down on his palm to feel the pleasure of his whole hand cupping her there. It felt good, and began to feel even better as he started to slowly fuck his finger in and out of her clasping young pussy. Her knees were visibly shaking as she stood with his mouth on her breast, and his hand in her cunt. She held the rubbery-feeling head of his cock in her fingers, while she deliberately stroked the hard shaft with her other hand, from it's-hair-surrounded base, up the taut, jerking length to the swollen gland tip, shiny and purple.
Grant was aware that he was practically holding the young girl up with his hand between her legs, but he was also carefully feeling the slick tightness of her moist vagina as he rammed his middle finger deeper and deeper into the moist warm passage. The walls of her cunt seemed to ripple over his finger, and he knew she was going to be a pleasure to fuck. The way she was stroking his cock, he realized he couldn't wait much longer to put it where his finger was, but he first couldn't resist the urge to tease her hot young anus. The firm flesh of her buttocks in his left hand was smooth and round. He moved his fingers around until he had them all in the crevice formed by her buttocks cheeks, then he slowly spread the full fleshy globes apart. With one finger, he probed down into the smooth, hairless valley until he felt the tightly closed ring-like mouth of her anus. By this time, Susan was moaning continually, and she was now leaning against him with her legs about three feet apart. Grant tested the tight opening to her rectum by pushing his finger against it several times, and then he deliberately worked his vagina-lubricated finger into the tiny resisting hole until it was inside, up to the first knuckle of his probing finger.
"UUUUUuuuhhhhhh!" Susan groaned, she didn't know what to make of the presence of his finger in her anus. It hurt her slightly, but then it also felt oddly strange when mixed with the sensations coming from her cunt and breasts.
Wiggling his finger with great effort, Grant was able to push into her anus up to the second knuckle, and the hot, tight muscle around his finger seemed to relax a little bit. He could feel his other finger sawing in and out of her hot cunt through the thin flesh that separated the two passages, and without trying to shove his finger any farther into her anus, he worked it in and out in time with his finger working in her pussy. She let go of his cock, and like a wild, passionate animal, grabbed his head, holding it tightly to her breast as she lewdly, like a striptease dancer, churned her pelvis down against his jamming fingers.
Uhhhhhh! UUggghhh! Hhhuuuuhhhhh!" Susan chanted in rhythm to the dual assault of the two hungry passages down between her legs. She was so filled with passion that she was ready to do anything that Grant might wish her to do, as long as it meant she was going to be fucked by his hardened cock. All of her thoughts were images of being fucked in a hundred different ways, and she wanted it now.
"Fuck me now! Fuck, me please, now!" Susan begged as Grant kept up the steady finger-fucking of her rectum and cunt. The palm of his hand was covered with her thick lubricating fluid, and her tight vaginal passage seemed to squeeze and bite at his driving finger as he rammed it as deep inside her as it could reach.
They had been standing in front of the couch for a full five minutes, their clothes scattered on the floor at their feet, when Grant finally lifted his head away from her firm young breast. He still had his shirt on, and Susan took the opportunity to half-rip and half-pull it off of him. She couldn't get the shirt off his shoulders, as his hands were still buried deep between her firm young thighs. She whipped her head back to throw her long hair out of her face, as she tried like an angry demon to pull Grant down onto the couch beside her.
"Damn, she's a hot bitch!" Grant thought, as she desperately pulled at his shirt. He was with a lewd grin when he suddenly pulled his fingers from her hot twin orifices between her thighs and half-turned so she could remove his shirt. She pulled it off so fast the sleeves were turned inside out, and it landed in another heap with the rest of the clothes on the floor. Then he turned back around and stared at her feverishly-impassioned young body, his large, erect penis pointing lewdly, directly toward her.
"Fuck me!" she groaned quickly again, and she took hold of his cock, to pull him down onto the couch. Startled, Grant moved closer to the couch with her, but then he regained his composure.
"Bend over. I want to see that hot little ass of yours stuck up in the air while I fuck the shit out of you from behind!" Grant's eyes were blazing with lust for Susan as he spoke, and he grabbed her wrist to loosen her grip on his rockhard cock.
Grant's words both excited and frightened Susan, but she did as he asked, without hesitation. The fire in her belly was out of control, and she had to have his cock jamming deep inside her cunt. Everything else was unimportant, and she bent over with her hands braced on the couch, her feet opened wide apart. Her round young buttocks were presented up to her new employer in abject surrender, to do with as he willed and pleased.
Moving forward, Grant felt the pressure in his balls becoming unbearable, and he worked his throbbing penis into the moist area between the young girl's widespread thighs. His lust-swollen cock jerked as it made tickling contact with the pubic hair lining the warm wet slit of her pussy, and the image of her bent over body excited him so much that he couldn't wait any longer. He was about to grab his hard penis to guide the purple head into her soft, visibly pulsating cuntal passage when the girl reached back down under her body between her legs and impatiently took hold of it herself.
Grabbing the long fleshy column tightly in her hand, she parted the soft, hair-fringed lips of her vagina with the swollen rubbery head, and when it was pointed straight up into the tiny quivering mouth of her pussy, she squirmed her hips lewdly back in an attempt to skewer her cunt onto the lust-hardened rod.
Grant held back, screwing just the tip of his excitedly inflamed cock up inside her pussy for a moment, as he enjoyed watching her vainly try to wiggle her buttocks down to take it inside herself. But then, the contact between his cock and her cunt, and the sensations it gave him, was too much to resist. The blood-filled column was throbbing with the urgency of being relieved by climax, and he flicked his hips forward to drive the thick swollen head up inside her tightly clasping young passage.
"UUuuuggggghhhhhh!" she moaned as her small cunt at first resisted the entry of his cock. As excited as she was, his man-sized cock was more than she thought she could take. It felt as though it would split the flesh between her legs clear up to her tightly puckered anus, but in spite of that, the pressure he exerted against her pussy became greater still.
Placing his thumbs against the flesh where her soft inner thighs and buttocks cheeks met, Grant pressed outward to open her pussy lips wider to ease his entry. Her tiny puckered anus was naked and throbbing to his gaze, but he was much more intent on concentrating on her cunt at that moment. He shoved hard forward, plunging the head of his large fleshy column into the small, tight space of her wetly sucking vaginal passage.
"Aaaaagggghhhhh! " she screamed at the sudden pain back between her thighs, but she screwed her hips hungrily back against the lunging assault. The walls of her cunt were stretched around the blood-filled head of his lust-driven penis like a rubber glove locked tightly around a hand. But in spite of the pain, she wanted all of the huge cock up inside her hot inflamed belly.
Grant watched her passion-pained expression as she pushed one side of her face down into the couch. Her breasts swung freely beneath her heaving chest, the hardened pink tips brushing back and forth across the fuzzy material of the cushions. She was still holding his cock with one hand, but her grip around it had loosened considerably. He shoved hard forward once again, this time to sink his long hard column into her clasping cunt a few more inches.
"UUuuuuhhhhgggggghhhhh! Ughhh! Fuck it into me! Uggghhh! Yyyyyeessssss!" The girl kept pushing her naked loins back against the long hot instrument like a lust-crazed masochist. She could feel every part and shape of the throbbing cock as it plowed deeply into her ever stretching passage. All the nerves in the walls of her cunt sent the sensations of the plunging cock to her brain, and her insides were being quickly stretched out to accommodate the monster in her.
Grant felt the tight muscles in the wet passage relax slightly, and gritting his teeth, he shoved hard forward to mercilessly plunge his large pulsating penis deep into the liquid depths of her hot young womb. As his cock quickly sank in the remaining inches, she jerked forward on the couch, making her vagina even more open to the savage thrust. His pelvis crashed with a thud into the open crevice of her firm young buttocks as his pubic hair pressed hard against her nakedly exposed anus.
"Oooooohhhhhhhh, God!" she groaned half into the couch, as her face was shoved forward by his vicious lunges. The giant swollen head felt as though it was pressing hard into her upper belly, deeper than she had imagined it could ever go. The initial pain was terrible, and she was afraid to move, for fear it might come again. Yet, she could also feel his pubic hairs pressing against her tiny anus, and that small sensation seemed to offset the pain after a moment. It was as much the idea of being totally exposed to his lewd ravishment, as it was from the presence of his huge cock. The final plunge had hurt her, and she wasn't sure if the pounding she felt in her cunt was from her own excitedly pumping blood, or from his own throbbing penis. For a minute, she was too frightened to move and find out.
Grant stared down at the smooth white skin of her trembling buttocks with his groin pressing hard against it. The line of the end of her bikini tan swept over the curve of her buttocks as if to point at the mound of his pubic hair. She was holding absolutely still, but the pressure in his balls grew from the gentle throbbing sensation her tight little cunt made around his now fully erect cock. The warm, wet depths of her pussy felt good to him, and Grant slowly flexed his giant member, causing the head to swell larger inside her.
"Oooooouuh!" Susan murmured weakly as she felt the hardened head pressing harder against her womb. But the pain wasn't like she had expected it might be, and she felt relieved by it. The flexing inside her womb continued steadily for several long seconds, and gradually the pain was forgotten and replaced by the burning, hot sensations that had incited her so greatly just a moment before now.
Grant watched the young girl he was interviewing squirm helplessly back against his cock for a moment, then he slowly began withdrawing his long rigid column from the depths of her womb. Then, she was like a hungry animal as she backed up to try to keep it inside the slick, clasping walls of her moistly sucking pussy. He pulled back until just the tip of his penis remained inside the soft bearded mouth of her vagina, and then, spreading her buttocks cheeks wide with his thumbs, he lunged forward again to drive his lurching cock back into the tight passage with greater force.
"Ooohhh, Yesssss! Fuck me like that!" she grunted in a deep, husky voice. Her animal-like body was like warm flesh at the end of his large penis as it melted like warm olive oil up the full length of his plunging shaft.
"UUUUhhhhhh! Uuuuuhhhhhh! Fuck it! Fuck it! Tear my cunt open, you bastard!" She moaned into the couch. She screwed her hot pussy back as his long cock began fucking in and out of her with an urgency born of lusting hunger. She looked back under her swaying breasts and torso to see an upside-down view of his long, venous column of flesh plunging into her wet clasping cunt. The ragged pink flesh around his driving shaft moved inside as the full length sank deep into her hot belly. The twin sacs of his balls slapped forward when his pelvis crashed into her open buttocks, and she saw that they were tight with the pressure of his cum stirring inside them. She continued watching as though hypnotized by a swaying cobra as he withdrew his cock, her cunt lips pulling out with the hard rod, as if trying to suck it back inside her. Then it sank into her again, filling her womb with the throbbing heat of his rigid cock like a hot poker rammed into a smoldering furnace.
Grant became more and more excited as he watched the young girl he was fucking turn into a wild, hot bitch. The words she kept mumbling in a low, almost pleading voice were every description he had ever heard for fucking, and he jammed his cock harder and harder into her passionate tight cunt. The wet walls of her vaginal passage seemed to actually caress his plunging cock with a waving motion as he fucked it deeper and deeper inside her hot youthful womb. He kept slamming his pelvis into her exposed cunt, as if trying to batter her insides to pieces. Her round buttocks lifted up into the air and flattened against his pelvis as he pushed his hard penis with all the force he could muster. Her lewd moans became louder and louder as he screwed into her with all his strength.
The sensations emanating from her cunt pounded through her entire body to crash into Susan's head. Her mind was groggy from the passionate pleasure she was experiencing, but still, in spite of her overwhelming desire, reached back between her thighs to grasp the extended twin sacs containing Grant's balls. They felt both hot and cool in her hand, and she furiously massaged them, wanting to milk the hot sticky liquid .they controlled and contained, to have it shooting madly up into her hungry body. The glands seemed to respond to her gentle squeezes, as he felt the life within them surging, anxious to get out, anxious to make its way up the length of driving hard flesh to burst way up inside her flaming hot womb.
"Give it to me ... give me your sweet cum. Fuck it deep into me ... please!" Susan begged greedily for Grant to reach his climax as she was ready for that at any time. Her lower belly felt like it might explode if she had the trigger pulled by just one blast of his hot cum.
The incessant pressure in his balls became tremendous, as Susan continued to excitedly fondle them in her warm soft hand, and Grant stared down at her squirming buttocks that seemed to churn against his hard-driving cock. He could clearly see the pink rubbery ring of flesh in the crevice of her buttocks, and it looked as though her anus was puckering with each vicious thrust of his long member in her cunt. He placed his middle finger against the tiny tight circle of it, and slowly, he worked the tip inside, feeling the muscle tighten at first and then subserviently relax around his finger as he fucked into her. Holding back for a second, Grant waited for the right moment, and then as he felt her anal muscle relax, he jammed his middle finger all the way inside her rectum until he could shove it up no farther.
"Uuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed from the sudden pain in her rectum. She automatically tightened her anus against the unnatural intruder, but it sank deep inside her anyway.
Grant didn't waste any time, but began fucking his finger in and out of her anus in time with his cock fucking into her passion wet cunt. Her head was now bouncing against the back of the couch as he viciously drove the two fleshy instruments into her body. Her head was twisting from side to side in her mixed ecstasies of pain and pleasure, and she released her grip on his balls.
"YYYyyyeeeessssss! Fuck me, you bastard!
Fuck me hard!" she screamed and pleaded as her loins were ravished by his sadistic stabs. She experienced a masochistic pleasure from his finger jabbed deep in her nakedly exposed asshole, and she fucked back against him for all the joy it gave her.
Delirious with the excitement of seeing the animal response his fucking brought from the young girl, Grant thought this whole body was driving up inside her fabulous pussy, and he fucked into her with an ever greater force. The tight ring of flesh that surrounded the opening to her rectum folded in and out as his finger worked with equal intensity to the throbbing cock. He knew he couldn't contain his cum much longer as the sensation in his own groin was building with each long drive of his blood-filled member into the depths of her hungry young cunt. She was screwing her ass back against his groin with wild, animal abandon, and he knew that she, too, was near that point of climax.
"Oooohh! Aaaaggghhhhh! Uuuhhhh!" she chanted over and over, as the sensations in her belly reached greater and greater heights. The battering ram in her vagina was driving her insane with pleasure, when suddenly her whole body started shaking violently, and she arched her cunt back hard against the hard fleshy rod. With one tremendous spasm in the pit of her belly, her womb burst with her cum like a gigantic dam had given way before the pressure.
Her screams seemed to come from everywhere as her entire body jerked crazily against his huge swollen cock. She bucked and twisted and bounced as her body filled with the passion of her climax. Her white-hot cum poured out around the deeply buried head of his penis, and splashed along its full length like a raging river of lust. Her cunt walls rippled in great waves as the white liquid spilled out around the thick base of his cock to mat down his pubic hair in sticky clumps. The pink fleshy hole contracted again and again, and she screamed her pleasure with deep-throated echoes of joy.
Feeling the hot liquid of her climax around his cock was all it took to set off that climbing cycle of pleasureful climax in Grant's loins. He shoved his hips hard forward, lifting her feet off the floor and nearly battering her head through the back of the couch, as his cum started to make the crazy dash from his balls to the tip of his jerking penis. The fantastic sensation in the base of his cock grew higher and higher as the hot fluid ran up its length to shoot like a liquid bullet out the swollen glans head. He threw his head back and shoved forward again, as his cock erupted like a rising rocket with its hot ultimate pleasure.
Susan felt the surge of pulsating pressure move up the length of the long rod that her cunt was contracting around, and she shoved back to meet the tremendous burst of pleasure. The first blast of his hot cum felt like a lake of molten lead crashing deep inside her belly, and it started her to climax all over again.
"Uhhhhhh! Ahhhh! Ggggaaauuuddd! FUUUCCCKKKK ITTT!" The hot spewing instrument seemed to swell up against every part of her womb, and her belly jerked in answer to its driving, hot liquid. Each burst of the hot cum felt like a thousand needles punching every nerve in her body, and her own cum exploded out around the hard erupting cock to mix gleefully with its own erupting pleasures.
As his climactic pleasure reached its peak, Grant still had his finger jammed deep in her still, hotly clenching rectum, his hand trapped there by the force of his pelvis against her buttocks. He could feel the spasmodic contractions of her cunt both from his exploding penis and from his finger in her anus, and it made him even wilder with excitement. His cum kept spurting out the tip of the cock like there was no end to it, and with each sensational jerk, her lewd, lascivious screams became louder and louder. Their mixed cums were pouring out of her battered cunt to cover their thighs with sticky warmth. As more and more came, it ran down their legs to stain the couch and carpet with dark pools of liquid.
When the last of his cum had travelled up the length of his cock, the satisfying cycle complete, Grant fell forward across Susan's still upturned buttocks. She lay out flat on the couch to her side, and he moved with her to keep his shrinking cock inside her satiated vagina. Finally, able to get his weight off his feet, he stretched out beside her and pulled his finger from her still tightly grasping anus.
"MMmmmmmmmmmmm." Susan wiggled her buttocks as if in gratitude for the pleasure his finger had given her, and she reached down between her wet thighs to fondle his balls as a sign of her satisfaction. "Am I hired!"
Grant's cock slowly deflated, and he pulled it out of her wet pussy, making a whooshing noise as it limply fell and hung across his leg. They both lay there in utter silence, breathing deeply to still their pounding hearts once more. "Baby, you own the place now!" was all he could utter in answer to her question.
* * *
Earlier, Linda had been relieved when her son's butler had answered the phone. She didn't like to talk to Valerie or to Brigit, and if either one had answered, she would have hung up the phone without talking. But since Jorge had answered, she asked for Grant, and learned that Grant had already left the house. Jorge thought Grant had gone to his office, and instead of calling, Linda decided to drive there. She hadn't seen her son in several days, and to Linda it was a good opportunity to visit him without having Valerie around.
It was a warm day, but the traffic was light, so Linda drove to the Russell Enterprises Building in record time with the car air-conditioner on full blast. When she got out after parking the car, the warmth of the day was particularly noticeable. The sudden change from cool to warm air always made her more aware of her body, and she somehow liked the feeling it gave her. The interior of the building was cool, and she walked quickly to the elevator. She liked the elevators in the building, as they had mirrors on one side, and after touching the top floor button, she checked her appearance as the elevator rode up. She was wearing a loose knit designer's dress which she particularly liked, as it showed off her shapely legs while at the same time created the illusion of a see-through, but she had on flesh colored bra and panties because of her modesty.
Stepping out on the top floor, Linda turned to her right and headed down the hallway at a slower pace. She hesitated for a moment outside Grant's secretary's office, listening for any activity inside, but hearing none, she knocked on the door before going in without waiting for a response.
Grant's secretary was sitting at her desk putting makeup on, and she looked startled until she recognized Linda. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Russell," she said, with a tone of surprise in her voice. Linda rarely visited the office during the week.
"Good afternoon. Is Grant in his office? I'd like to see him," Linda continued without hesitation. She never wasted small talk on the office employees.
"No, ma'am! He just left a few moments ago. I'm afraid you missed him," she said, regaining her composure.
"Was he going home?" Linda didn't like playing guessing games, and she gave the secretary a look of impatience.
"He had to go over to the Mar Vista Theatre to interview job applicants. I'm sure you can find him there."
"Thank you ... good day," Linda said over her shoulder as she was heading back toward the door and the elevator beyond. Linda's abrupt manner around office employees stemmed mostly from her feeling that they all knew about her real relationship with Howard. She was sure that some of Howard's sleeping partners were on the office payroll, and she figured correctly that the word had traveled the office grapevine. That was the main reason Linda rarely visited the office during weekdays, as the looks she got from most of the employees made her feel embarrassed and nervous. Grant's secretary was no exception to this.
Getting back to her car, Linda headed for the Mar Vista district once again cooling off with the blowing air-conditioner. She hadn't been to the Mar Vista Theatre for some time, and she never had reason to drive through the district, so she twice had to turn around for having gotten onto the wrong streets. Linda had lived on the Monterey Peninsula all her life, but she was constantly amazed and confused by the growth of the new residential districts. When she finally found the Mar Vista Theatre, she was relieved to see Grant's car parked out in front. She parked in a space ahead of it, and walked hurriedly to the front of the theatre.
Shading the glass door against the glare, she looked into the lobby, and seeing no one, tried the door. It was unlocked, so she went inside. The lobby seemed stuffy and even warmer than it had been outside, and she waited for a moment for her eyes to adjust fully to the darkened gloomy interior.
She was about to check the main auditorium, when she was startled by a noise. It seemed to be coming from the far end of the lobby, and Linda was sure it was a human moan. All sorts of images flashed through her mind as she imagined that Grant might be hurt, but in spite of her fright, Linda moved quietly toward the direction she thought the sound came from. She was beginning to think that someone had come in to rob the theatre, and somehow Grant had been hurt in the process. She was thinking, too that someone might still be around, so she was shaking by the time she stood in front of the rest room doors.
She waited for a moment to see if the sound was coming from within one of the rest rooms, but when she heard another moan that was even louder than the first, she was sure it had come from behind a curtained wall at the far end of the lobby. The sound was more like a high-pitched scream, and Linda was really apprehensive about finding the source of the sound. It had seemed like the cry of someone being tortured, and she moved even more slowly toward the curtained wall.
When she was just a few feet away, she could see a split in the heavy drape that was more worn than the rest of the curtain, and she moved toward it, her shaking hand outstretched as if to protect herself. She hesitated for a moment before parting the material to have a look beyond it, then as she heard another moan, she pulled the curtain back slightly to peer through.
A jolting chill slammed through her body as her eyes focused in on the image of naked bodies beyond a half-open door. She would have turned around and ran if her legs could have followed her instincts, but the shock of what she was seeing kept her frozen to the spot. For an instant she thought she was surely going to faint, and the sound of the girl's words rang in her head.
"Fuck it into me! Uhhhhh! Yyessssss!"
Linda dropped the curtain in front of her eyes in shocked horror. She had never seen anything like it in her life. The dizzying images stayed indelibly impressed in her mind, as she closed her eyes to fight out the feeling of fainting on the spot. She had seen a girl bending over with her hands braced on a couch with her buttocks stuck back up against a naked man's pelvis. Linda's whole body shuddered at the thought, and her heart pounded wildly from the nerve-electrifying realization of what was happening. A confusion of thoughts whirled through her mind as, in spite of her shock, she felt physically an excitement from what she had momentarily witnessed. She had looked in on two people engaged in a very private act, an act that she herself had not observed as such before. She knew that she had to leave the building right then, but she didn't move from where she stood. Her nerves tingled deliciously from the thought of being vicariously involved in the lewd act going on the other side of the curtain, and with a trembling hand, reached out again to part the drape. She had forgotten about her search for Grant in the excitement of the moment, and when she glanced then through the curtain and beyond the half-open door, the realization of who she was seeing hit her!
The girl's moan was muffled slightly as her face was pressing into the couch, and the man standing behind her had his penis sunk all the way up into her, his pelvis tight against the girl's white grinding buttocks. Linda hadn't noticed the man's face before, as she had only made a narrow opening in the curtain, but as she moved her eyes closer to the peephole, she had made, she saw that the man was Grant. She was watching her own son making obscene love to some girl!
Linda's brain was filled with different emotions. She knew she shouldn't be watching the act, but she also, for some strange unknown reason, wanted to watch it! Her body was stirred to an excitement she knew was wrong, but she couldn't resist the feeling, either. For an instant, she glanced back into the lobby from the fear that someone might be watching her in the act of peeking in on the lewd scene in the office. But the lobby was empty and quiet, and Linda turned her attention back to her son.
Grant was standing still, but the girl was whimpering quietly as if in pain. Then, Grant began to draw his long hard penis from the depths of the girl's womb, and Linda stared as the girl seemed to raise her buttocks up to it just as Grant shoved his cock back inside her vagina.
"Ooohhh, yess...! Fuck me like that!" the girl groaned, and Linda felt excited by the lewd words the girl was shrieking wildly.
"Uhhhhh! Uhhhhhhh! Fuck it! Fuck it! Split my cunt open, you bastard!"
The girl was like an animal at the end of Grant's plunging cock, and Linda felt her body shaking from the sheer thrill of what she was observing. The air in the lobby seemed warm and muggy, and Linda was perspiring as she drew in heavy deep breaths. She felt a tremendous guilt sensation, but she couldn't tear herself away from the bizarre scene going on in front of her. It was as if she was seeing her own loving son for the first time, and it made her body come to life. She could see the deeply muscled cheeks of his buttocks tightening and loosening as he rammed his long erect cock in and out of the passionate young girl. His thighs were taut from the effort he was expending, and although Linda couldn't clearly see his eyes, she imagined how they must have looked. The girl he was fucking was completely at his mercy.
Linda was suddenly aware of her own body's reaction to the lewd scene as she felt the moisture forming between the lips of her vagina. Her clitoris was tingling with obscene sensations, and she could feel the nipples on her breasts harden against the soft material of her bra. Every pore of her body seemed alive and open to sensual stimulation, while her eyes were bulging wide from the excitement of the scene before her.
Linda ran her tongue wetly over her sensuously red lips as she stared at the driving column of hardened flesh that protruded from the bush of Grant's pubic hair. His penis was long and thick, the big veins purple and swollen with blood, and the stretched skin was glistening with the lubricating juices of the girl's vagina. He was ramming his hard cock into the girl's young pink pussy with tremendous force, and the girl, who looked barely eighteen, reached up between her legs to caress his extended balls. Linda had never imagined his penis would be so large, and she was astonished that it could slide so easily into the young girl's vagina. The girl was mumbling lewd words at Grant, and Linda became even more excited than she could ever remember having been before.
They were so close to her, Linda felt as though she was part of the bizarre scene. She could clearly hear the slamming, slapping sound of Grant's pelvis against the cheeks of round young teen-age flesh he held open. The girl was looking back between her legs at his driving cock while she fondled his balls like she would milk the juices they contained. Linda could not resist the tremendous urge that overcame her body and her senses. She just had to touch her own vagina, to feel the flesh down between her own legs that was warm and moist, too.
Keeping an eye close to the narrow opening in the drapes, Grant's mother ran her hands slowly down across the short loose-knit dress that clung to her sensitive body. When she felt the naked flesh of her thighs, she ran her hands back up, over her hips, raising her dress as she reached for the elastic top of the flesh-colored panties. Finding it, she rolled the filmy material down until it circled her thighs just an inch below her passion-moistened loins. The air still seemed warm and heavy, but the uncovering of her vagina raised her excitement to even higher levels as she spread her legs apart and felt the air flow between her delicate thighs. She ran her right hand with palm flat against her sensitive skin down across the soft downy tangle of her light-colored pubic hair and over the sloping curve of her vagina. Slowly she worked her middle finger into the tight flow of her cunt lips, parting the hair from the narrow slit until her finger made delicious contact with her hardened clitoris. She almost groaned out loud from the pleasure of the electric sensation that bolted through her impassioned body. With her other hand, she instinctively touched her breasts, and she could quickly feel her heart pounding fast beneath the twin mounds of flesh.
"Give it to me! Give me your sweet cum! Fuck it in me ... please!" the girl screamed, and Linda felt the excitement of her lewd begging. Grant was ramming his cock into the girl's hot cunt with the fury of a mad man, and Linda couldn't resist the urge to have her finger inside her own vagina. She ran her own middle finger teasingly along the moist valley of pink flesh until she felt the damp opening to her womb. She had never before been so stimulated by anything sexual, and she was surprised by the ease with which she could part the pubic hair and work her finger ii side the opening of her cunt. It felt so good, she wormed her finger up inside the tight walls of her pussy as far as her finger would reach, and she held it still for a moment to linger in the sensation. But the sight of Grant, her own son, fucking the young teen-age girl was controlling her thoughts, and so she began to saw her finger in and out of her cunt in time to Grant's fucking of the girl. Then she watched as Grant, without breaking the rhythm of his cock driving into the girl's vagina, probe his finger into the tiny flesh ring of the girl's anus....The girl let out a scream as he suddenly sank his finger all the way up into the tight constricting depths of her rectum.
Linda felt a burning sensation ignite in her own belly like she had never felt before. She could almost feel the sensation the girl was feeling, as Grant started ramming his finger in and out of her anal passage. It was like a desire to be filled at every pore with warm flesh, and Linda wasn't surprised as she watched the girl arch her buttocks up against the dual assault as if to silently plead for more. Linda added a second finger to the one already working in her burning cunt.
Linda didn't quite understand what was happening to the girl, but it was apparent that the girl was nearing some pinnacle of pleasure that she, Grant's mother, had never experienced. She felt a tinge of jealousy as she saw the tremendous pleasure the girl was getting from her son. The girl's entire body was thrashing and bouncing on the couch beneath the driving force of the large cock fucking into her. She was grunting wildly and moaning as each stroke was slamming into her clasping pussy while his finger worked with equal fury in her anus. When the girl suddenly lurched back against Grant, Linda was startled to see her body violently erupting with great spasms as she screamed out her pleasure.
Linda was aghast by what she was witnessing, and she was so enthralled with the burning sensation in her own womb that she wondered if the key to the experience the girl was having was Grant's finger in her rectum. Linda was so caught up in the scene, that she reached behind the smooth round cheeks of her buttocks, and carefully ran her finger down the smooth yielding crevice toward her own anus. She continued pumping her two fingers in and out of her warm cunt, and just as she saw Grant begin to climax, she pressed her finger against the tight ring of flesh at the opening to her rectum. Her long fingernail pressed into the sensitive flesh, and she nearly screamed out loud from the pain. It bolted through her body like a sheet of sizzling lightning, and she was jerked into a realization of what she was doing to herself.
"Oh, God, what's happening to me?" Linda thought as she reluctantly pulled her wet fingers from her vagina. Beyond the curtain, the girl and Grant were in the height of mutual climax, and Linda turned away while she quickly pulled her panties back in place. She felt ashamed at having spied on her son's sexual indulgence as well as her own self-abuse, and she quickly crossed the lobby and went outside, while being as quiet as possible.
Getting back into the air-conditioned comfort of her car didn't stop the burning sensation that still glowed deep in her womb, but all Linda could think about was how she would ever be able to face her son again. She thought she had done a horrible thing in watching him make love to that young girl, and she was sure her embarrassment would show on her face the next time she saw Grant. Most of all, her conscience was bothering her because she had enjoyed what she was watching, and even wished that it had been her instead of the girl bending over before her son.
Linda didn't make any further attempts to contact Grant that day as she had planned to do the night before. In fact, her desire to warn Grant about Howard's planned meeting with Valerie was completely put out of her mind. All she could think about was what she had seen happening on the couch in the office, and the same thoughts were still on her mind when Grant caught the plane to New York that evening with the new usherette of the Mar Vista Theatre occupying the plane seat next to him.
CHAPTER 4
After Grant had hurriedly packed a suitcase and left for the airport, Valerie told Jorge that she would eat dinner in an hour, and she ran upstairs to her bedroom. When the idea that Grant was going to be in New York for a few days finally sunk in, Valerie began thinking about how she might best use the free time apart from him. She thought about the members of their wife-swapping group and the possibility of getting one of the males into a little side action, but she decided it wasn't worth the risk, since it was against the club rules. Anyway, she thought it would be nicer to find someone new, as she was quickly finding the club gatherings less interesting since the time she and Grant had tricked the Comptons for the entertainment of the group.
She wondered what it would be like to call one of her old girl friends from school days and go out slumming. She thought it might really be interesting, inasmuch as she was no longer the old Valerie those girl friends had known. She was no more the poor inexperienced girl from Sand City, but instead she was the wife of the son of the richest man in the county. Then, too, she was certainly experienced now, and she thought it might be fun to teach some of her old schoolmates what it was all about. But thoughts of Sand City and the closeness of her past they were depressing to Valerie, so she put the idea out of her mind.
Valerie walked into the dressing room that connected the bedroom with the bathroom, and she looked at herself in the large wall mirror. If she had ever been grateful for anything, it was the way she looked, as she knew that her good looks were what had attracted Grant to her. She had little else going for her but perhaps a lot of determination, and that combined with her natural beauty had gotten her everything she had ever attempted to get for herself. She wanted a lot, and she wasn't satisfied to simply wait until she was just too old to enjoy the good things of life. Grant was really only the first major step toward her goal, in a careful pattern of fulfillment of her desires.
Smiling at her own pretty reflection, Valerie began to undress so she could take a shower before her dinner. She was pleased that her face still had the look of a certain innocence, yet her sharp features, framed by her long smooth black hair contained a maturity far beyond her twenty years. Sophisticated-innocent, she thought, and she reached back over her shoulders to pull down the zipper on her dress. She was particularly pleased with the sleek way her long shapely legs appeared, and she always maintained an even tan so she wouldn't have to wear nylons. She was vain, and having good-looking legs without nylons on was very satisfying to her image of herself and her ego.
In reality, Valerie had a right to be proud of her body, and she was every ounce a beautiful woman physically. Her breasts were large, but pointed straight out, without the help of a bra. Her round hips and firm buttocks were particularly enticing, because of the narrowness of her long waist. Naked, she looked like a woman who was built in homage to pure sexuality, and beneath the dark silky mound of her lush pubic hair was the real center of her personality. She liked to fuck, and she was more than willing to use her vagina to get her what she wanted. Grant's father's wealth and power were her primary goal.
Valerie hung her dress up in the closet and was about to go in to shower when she heard a knock on the bedroom door. She grabbed her robe and slipped it on before seeing who it was.
"Excuse me, madam!" Brigit said, as Valerie opened the door. "A Mr. Thomas would like to speak with you on the telephone."
"Is it the Thomas who lives down the street?" Valerie asked. She knew that Brigit had tabs on everyone in the neighborhood.
"Believe so, ma'am. Only thing is, he's moved to the Point since going to work for Mr. Russell." The maid was smiling at having had the opportunity to drop the news on Valerie. "My friend works for him," she added, after seeing the quizzical expression on Valerie's face.
"I see. Thank you, Brigit. I'll take the call up here." Valerie closed the door.
Brigit was curious to know why Roy's boss was calling Valerie, but when she got to the telephone downstairs, she put the receiver back on the hook. She wasn't so curious as to listen in on their conversation and risk being caught.
Valerie picked up the extension phone by her bed, wondering also what reason Mr. Thomas could have to call her. She vaguely remembered meeting him once, and she thought his first name was Victor.
"This is Valerie Russell," she announced into the telephone. For a moment, there was no response, and she wondered if someone was still on the line.
"Hello? ... Hello, Mrs. Russell? This is Victor Thomas. I do hope I'm not interrupting anything very important." His voice was smooth and suave sounding, and Valerie smiled to herself for having remembered the first name correctly.
"Not at all, Mr. Thomas. It's nice to hear from you." Valerie was being cautious after having learned about his new position from the maid. She remembered that he was an attorney, and she wondered how important his position was in Russell Enterprises. If he lived at the Point as Rosie had stated, it had to be very important.
"I realize this is a rather last-minute request, but I hope you are free this evening," Victor said. He wasn't exactly sure how to play it with Valerie, and he had decided to make the conversation sound very important. This way he hoped to influence her, even if she already had made plans. "I've been in a meeting with your father-in-law all afternoon, and this was the first opportunity I've had to call you," he lied. The truth was that he had waited until he was sure Grant had left for New York. "We were going over some legal documents, and there are some matters that Howard would like to discuss with you." Victor used Howard's first name to show his relationship was on that basis.
"Do you mean this evening?" Valerie asked. She was dying to know what the legal documents Victor referred to concerned, but she didn't want to sound anxious. She hoped he would volunteer the information.
"Yes! May I pick you up around nine o'clock?" Victor said immediately. He didn't want to give her time to think about it.
Valerie would normally have found an excuse to back out on such short notice, if it were Grant's father calling, as she wouldn't want to seem too readily available. It was her strategy to lead Howard Russell on a merry chase when she came to the right opportunity, but Victor Thomas being involved made a difference. The meeting Howard wanted might actually be important, she thought. Perhaps it had something to do with a will. Howard was not that old, but there was always the possibility something might happen.
"Yes, all right! If it's important, I'll be ready at nine," Valerie said. She purposefully kept her tone somewhat reticent.
"Fine, fine. I hope this won't inconvenience you," Victor added. He was relieved to have her agreement to go to Howard's. He knew it was important if he was to keep his new job.
"Not at all, Mr. Thomas. I'll see you later this evening, then."
"Yes. Good-bye."
"Valerie hung up the telephone and sat down on the bed for a moment, wondering what the meeting with her father-in-law was going to be about. There were so many possibilities, she decided to wait and find out when she saw him, and she checked the time before going in to shower. She had plenty of time in which to get ready before Victor would pick her up, and she smiled to herself as she realized that the evening might be just the opportunity she needed to launch the next step toward her goal.
* * *
Victor arrived exactly at nine o'clock, and Valerie answered the door, because both Jorge and Brigit had gone out for the evening. She was wearing a white dress which buttoned down the front with a hemline several inches above her knees, and Victor couldn't resist staring at the sensuous image she presented. She was extending her well-manicured hand out toward him, and it made her dress lift even higher.
"So nice to see you again, Mr. Thomas," Valerie said as she held open the door. Victor took her hand, holding it a little longer than was polite, and he entered the house.
"Please call me Victor," he said. Unable to think of anything else to say at the moment, he was uncomfortably silent. He had not remembered her being as beautiful as she was tonight, and it took all his will to stop himself from gaping at her.
"All right, Victor. If you will excuse me for a minute I'll get my coat and we can leave," Valerie said immediately, and she disappeared through a doorway leaving Victor in the entry hall staring after her. He understood why Howard was anxious to be alone with her, as he, too, would like to have the opportunity to get into Grant Russell's young wife's panties. Just thinking about her was causing his penis to harden in his trousers, and he tried to concentrate on something else before Valerie returned with her coat.
During the drive to the Point, Victor had difficulty in avoiding a discussion about the supposed meeting that Howard had called. Valerie kept asking him questions that he couldn't answer, and he was constantly distracted from his driving by the way her dress rode up her shapely legs. He had to think of all sorts of lame excuses for not knowing exactly what Howard wanted to talk about, even though he was supposed to be involved in it. By the time he turned into the drive leading to Howard's house, Victor was frustrated both by the conversation and the excitement Valerie had stirred up in him.
The old butler opened the door and led them toward the den where Howard was waiting. Valerie and Victor knew the old man as Charles, but his real name was Charity. He had been with Howard longer than anyone else, and before that time he had been the butler for Linda's parents. He was like a fixture around the place.
"Thank you, Charles," Valerie said as he held the door to the den open. Howard was sitting at the small bar that divided the den from a game room, and he had papers spread out before him. "Good evening, Howard," Valerie said as he stood up to greet them. She perfunctorily kissed him on the cheek, as she always did when greeting him.
"How 'bout a drink?" Howard questioned them after formally shaking hands with Victor. He was casually dressed in the usual expensive attire he wore around the house, but he seemed particularly jovial that evening. Without waiting for a reply, he walked behind the bar and started mixing drinks for them.
Howard was a remarkable man for his age, as he didn't have an ounce of excess weight on his body. Although the bulk of his work was done behind a desk, he was in excellent shape, and he kept himself strictly that way with daily workouts in his gym. He also had a swimming pool, and several laps across it was an ingrained habit that followed his workouts. His hair was always cut short, and was still the reddish-brown color it had always been. Valerie thought him far better-looking than his son Grant.
Howard took the drinks to a grouping of chairs around a fireplace at one corner of the room, and he handed a glass each to his daughter-in-law and Victor. Without waiting for the others to drink, he took several gulps of his own before sitting down in a large easy chair across from Valerie. Victor sat in the chair next to him, trying to keep from looking up Valerie's short dress when she slowly crossed her legs.
"Victor said you have some important things to discuss," Valerie opened immediately. She noticed how Howard was gloating, and she wanted to create the impression that she was strictly interested in business matters.
"We'll get to that later. It's been so long since I've seen you, I'd like to know how you've been. Did Grant get off all right?" Howard asked after Valerie didn't respond to his first inquiry. He could see she was going to be difficult.
"Yes, he did. He was a bit disturbed at having been given such short notice," she said. She was going to play Grant's faithful wife as she always did in front of his father. The conversation remained polite small talk while they finished their drinks, but when Howard got up to mix some more, Valerie took the opportunity to press him.
"Before I have another drink, Howard, I'd like to go over whatever it was you called me here for!" She was smiling but her tone was firm.
"Nonsense! It isn't so important that we can't have a second drink," Howard said as he continued toward the bar. He always maintained a control over any situation, but he decided it was time to get rid of Victor so he acted like he was conceding to Valerie's wishes. "Victor, did you bring the papers we were going over this afternoon?" he asked.
"I feel like a fool!" Victor blurted, almost too quickly. "Terribly sorry, Howard. I didn't realize that you wanted those papers this evening. I haven't had them retyped yet." Victor played his part well, in spite of his nervousness. He could tell by the expression on Valerie's face that she believed him, and he stood up from his chair. "If you'll excuse me, I'll run over to my house and see if I can scrape together the original. At least, you'll have something of the correct information," he wanted to sound very concerned.
"Don't worry about it, Victor, it was probably my oversight," Howard interjected with uncharacteristic chivalry. "If you want to try and piece it together, okay. But if it is difficult, don't worry about it. We can always make it another time." Howard handed Valerie a fresh drink before patting Victor on the back.
"It was terribly stupid of me," Victor said, and he turned to go out the door. "I'll call if I can get it tonight." He made a short bow in Valerie's direction before going out the door. Once out of sight, Victor pulled out his handkerchief to dry his sweating palms. He guessed his performance had been successful, and as he strolled toward the front door, he wondered what he should do. His wife Beverly had left on a shopping trip to Los Angeles that afternoon, so he decided there was little point in going home. Watching Valerie had really stirred him, and in his excited state he wondered what Howard's wife Linda might be doing. Casting all caution aside, he thought it might be worthwhile to find out.
Valerie gave Victor's seemingly sincere performance the benefit of the doubt, and wondered if the papers to which Howard had referred might in fact be his will. It wasn't like Howard to excuse one of his employee's mistakes so easily.
"What does Victor do for you, Howard?" she asked him when he returned to his chair.
"Head the legal department. Cheers!" Howard held his drink up to Valerie to put an end to any discussion of Victor. Valerie took a sip of her drink, but she wouldn't be dissuaded from pursuing the information she wanted to get.
"What was it you wanted to discuss, Howard?" she said, smiling seductively. "What's so important about all these papers you've been talking about tonight?" She was surprised that Howard's expression wasn't changed by her questions. He just smiled back at her.
"Let's say it will be worth your while," Howard answered. But then he added, "that is, if you're as good as I think you are!"
Valerie couldn't help her laughing, as her father-in-law had finally admitted what she had suspected all along. He wanted her, he wanted to fuck his own son's wife. Valerie stopped laughing as abruptly as she had started, and she stared at Howard with cool eyes.
"I've been meaning to ask you where Linda is this evening. Is she all right?" Valerie said, thinking she finally had Howard where she wanted him.
Howard maintained the same casual smile, and he took a sip of his drink before answering Valerie. "She asked me to relay her apologies for not being able to see you. She wasn't feeling well, so she's retired early." Howard didn't like his son's wife's coy and evasive tactics, and he decided to be more forceful. "As I was saying, before, IF you're as good as I think you are!" With that, he stood up from the chair and began taking off his clothes. "You know, Grant has nothing more than what I provide for him. What choice do you think he would make if it was between you and his comforts? Do I need to remind you of your life in Sand City?" He grinned back at Valerie, but his face for an instant looked cruel and unyielding.
Valerie was dumbfounded. Not by what Howard wanted, or his threats, but rather by the fact that he knew about her having grown up in Sand City. She hadn't thought anyone in the family knew about that, and she realized that Howard must know quite a bit or he wouldn't have mentioned it. Before that statement, Valerie was getting ready to walk out and make Howard chase her, but she hadn't realized how well her father-in-law knew her. She was more than willing to give herself to her husband's father, but she had expected to do it more on her terms. She suddenly realized that Howard had her over a barrel, and that there was nothing she could do about it. She resigned herself to it, as she knew she would enjoy it anyway.
"What is it you think I'm good at?" Valerie said. She didn't move from her chair, but watched every move of his as he continued to undress. She was still proud of the fact that she was very good at anything sexual.
Howard was stripped down to his shorts, and there was a large anticipatory bulge in the white material. He pulled his shorts down quickly, and his giant erect penis sprang straight out at Valerie. "Let's see how you are at sucking this!" Howard said, and he pointed down at the purple-tipped column of flesh that stuck out from his hairy pelvis like a cannon about to explode. He knew he was going to get great pleasure out of seeing the sensuous lips of his son's wife's mouth locked tightly around his hardened cock, but he also wanted to see all of her beautiful young body naked to the flesh.
"Strip before you start," he said casually, and he sat down again in the large easy chair, his lewdly erect cock pointing up at her.
Valerie was more than a little angry at the way Howard was acting. He was so sure of himself, so sure that she would do anything he wanted. But the thought of having a piece of his wealth and power was all that she needed to make her acquiesce to his demands. Anyway, his large penis throbbing so deliciously at her made her lower belly burn with the exciting thought of having it buried inside her.
Gulping down the last of her cooling drink, Valerie stood up from her chair very slowly, and after setting her glass down she shook her long black hair off of her shoulders while looking directly in her father-in-law's eyes. Then she precisely and deliberately unbuttoned the front of her dress with even moves of her nimble fingers, never taking her eyes from his. When the last button was undone, she slipped the dress of in one swift move, letting it fall back off her shoulders and down her arms. She laughed out loud when Howard's eyes seemed to bulge out in surprise. She wasn't wearing a bra or panties, and she stood before him completely naked, except for her shoes.
Howard grinned too, as he realized that Valerie had come prepared for action. He found himself liking his son's wife more and more, and his cock swelled larger when he saw that her lithe young body was even more sensuous than he had imagined. He wanted to shove his cock into the silky folds of her lush vagina right then and there, but he didn't say anything as Valerie was looking straight into his eyes and teasingly moistening her lips with the tip of her pink tongue. There would be plenty of opportunity to fuck her silly later, but for the moment, he was going to stick to his original demand. She had the most sensuous mouth he'd ever seen, and he had been waiting for some time to make her suck him off.
Stepping out of her shoes, Valerie walked with graceful strides toward Howard. Her posture was always perfect, a characteristic uncommon with large-breasted women, and her twin globes of round smooth flesh hardly moved as she walked. The satiny perfect shapes were accented by the already erect pink nipples at their tips, and they brushed tantalizingly against Howard's knees as she knelt down in front of his chair. He spread his legs out, one on each side of her perfect body, and he slid his buttocks to the edge of the chair to move his pelvis closer to his daughter-in-law's beautifully sculptured face. Valerie placed her hands on her father-in-law's inner thighs, and his cock jerked up responding fast to her touch.
The rubbery flesh of the gland-shaped head of his penis was swollen to the proportion of a large plum, and the slit opening at the tip had tiny droplets of seminal fluid seeping from it. The long shaft was equally thick, and the blood-filled veins criss-crossed it in accent to its throbbing life. The stiff rod protruded out from a dark tangle of pubic hair, and beneath the hairy bush were the twin sacs containing his balls which looked small in comparison to his cock. Howard's stomach was youthfully flat and muscular, and Valerie ran her hands up his inner thighs past his pubic hair to his lower belly. She stayed still for a moment, then leaned forward until his long, rigid column made contact with the soft cleavage of her full breasts. She looked up at Howard and smiled when his cock jerked again.
"Well?" Howard said, grinning lewdly down at her. He liked the sensation of her warm breasts against his penis, and the sight was just as stimulating. "Aren't you going to suck it?" he added.
Valerie gulped, as she was a little hesitant to begin. His cock was so big that she was afraid it might choke her, and she knew that at best she would be able to take only half of its length down her throat. She was stalling by teasing him, but Howard wouldn't have it.
"Relax darling. I'm just trying to make it bigger," she said in an attempt to appear undisturbed. Howard laughed out loud, but then looked at her with cold eyes.
"Get with it! If it gets any bigger, you'll have to start from across the room!" He laughed again, but his impatience was apparent.
Valerie felt the anger rising in her body, and she was determined to show Howard what it was like to be sucked really good. She moved her left hand down his belly until her palm was just above the base of his large cock, while she ' slid her right hand palm upward beneath the soft testicles that hung below. At the same moment, she wrapped her cool left hand around the base of his penis, and took his cum-heavy balls in her right hand. Using her long, nimble fingers with sensual skill, she began to gently massage both his balls and cock. She saw Howard draw his breath in as her fingers made contact with his sensitive parts, and she wasted no time in getting busy with her warm, wet tongue.
Leaning her face close to the swollen purple head, she exhaled her hot breath over it as snake-like, she flicked her tongue out to touch the sensitive nerve at the base of the tip. His cock lurched in her hand from his obvious pleasure in her actions.
Thinking of all the things that her father-in-law's wealth could bring her, so as to help keep her mind off of the burning sensation that was growing in her womb, Valerie set to concentrating on bringing Howard to a rapid climax. She wanted to show him her sexual prowess, and then make him beg for more. Flicking her tongue in and out of her sensuous mouth, she dotted the tip of his swollen penis with the warm sleek wetness of her saliva, while continuing the steady massaging of his cum-filled balls. Her left hand was working slowly, but deliberately around the thick base of his penis, pulling the stretched skin covering up and down. She could feel his excitement increasing with the growing rate of his throbbing pulse.
Tipping her head to one side, Valerie ran her tongue down the base of the long fleshy column, moistening its whole length with the saliva that ran from her warm wet mouth. Then, once again she held her open mouth poised over the gland head, while flicking her tongue at the narrow slit at the top. She could taste the pungent drops of his seminal fluid, and it excited her body all over again. Moisture was forming between her inner thighs, as her cunt pulsated from the thought of having the long hard cock ramming inside, but she fought back against any thoughts of her own pleasure even though it was a losing battle.
Stretching her tongue out as far as she could, Valerie placed it against the base of the blunt head end, and opening her mouth wide, she slowly lowered her mouth down over his cock like she was taking a large pull on a lollipop. Her red lips closed tightly around the thickness of his member, as her mouth cavity was filled with the rubbery flesh. She ran her tongue with furious intensity back and forth over the sensitive tip, as her warm saliva gushed around the whole swollen tip. Her father-in-law groaned very quietly, but Valerie heard it and was pleased. She began to bob her head up and down the thick penis, pulling with her lips and teeth at the blood-filled flesh. The head end alone seemed to fill every part of her mouth, but she worked up and down on it to see if she could take it down her throat.
Howard's eyes were wide with lust as his son's young wife closed the warmth of her mouth around the end of his throbbing penis. The heat of her tongue sent tremendous sensations down the length of his hardened member, and they seemed to rebound back up from the delicate touches of her long sensuous fingers. Her tongue worked like liquid fire that knew instinctively where to find the most sensitive parts of the cock, and her lips and teeth seemed to be pulling his whole being inside to the warm comfort of her mouth. The sensations were fantastic, and he felt like his cum was hanging on the edge of release already. When she began to bob her head up and down over his cock, he had to strain consciously to fight off the urge to spew out his waiting semen right then and there. Her long black hair had fallen back down over her shoulders, and it brushed teasingly against his thighs, adding more delights to the already intense pleasure. He could easily take her warm sucking mouth wrapped around his cock like that for several days on end.
Valerie nearly choked while she tried with supreme effort to take more and more of the long shaft into her warm mouth. The huge head seemed to be pressing back against her tonsils as she pushed down on the hard column, and then when she raised up again, she bit down with her teeth, leaving white streaks where the blood had been forced away from the surface of his skin. She gulped down the saliva that flowed freely from her mouth, and she sucked with all her strength on the rigid cock. After a moment, she was able to take nearly half of his member into her mouth, and she pumped vigorously on the other half with her hand. His balls were growing tight, and she could feel the pressure of his cum building up inside. She thought he was on the verge of cumming, so she sucked and pulled and bobbed faster and faster on the hardened rod of flesh sunk so deep in her mouth.
Howard had to fight to keep from cumming, as the sensations of his daughter-in-law's sucking which poured through his body seemed to multiply with ever-increasing intensity. His excitement was not only from the manipulations of Valerie's sensuous mouth, but the sight of her beautiful naked body hunched slavishly down between his outstretched legs, like an animal about to spring, was also tremendously stimulating. He could clearly see her smooth skinned buttocks beyond her bobbing head, and the cheeks of them seemed to be opening and closing slightly as she worked her head up and down. She was lightly tanned all over her body, and at that un-likely moment, Howard found himself wondering if she sunbathed in the nude. He decided she must, and it occurred to him that he would sometime like to join her in the sun. Then he remembered how inviting her vagina had looked when she stripped off her dress, and he wanted to stop her sucking of his cock before he exploded everything he had deep inside her warm throat.
Valerie was totally enthralled with the sucking of her father-in-law's cock. It had become a part of her senses, and she wanted the huge amount of cum that stirred in his balls to shoot out the tip of his cock deep down in her throat. She wanted to taste its hot white heat, and to have the white, sticky liquid splashing in her mouth so she could suck it down into her hungry belly. She could feel the gland shaped head swell out larger, and she thought it was about to explode when she felt his hands pulling at her hair. He was saying something, but Valerie didn't hear it until he had repeated it to her once again.
"Stop, dammit! I want to fuck that hot little cunt of yours," Howard was demanding. Valerie was at first disappointed as she slipped her mouth up off the throbbing cock to look at Howard, but his words excited her. She was aware of the heat in her womb, and the thought of having her husband's father's prick pushing up inside her vagina made her quickly forget her desire to have him cum in her mouth. Her cunt was damp with her lubricating juices, and she stood up quickly to crawl up on the chair so she could lower her vagina down over his hardened cock.
Howard moved when Valerie did, and he grabbed her by the waist to lower her back on the plush carpeting covering the floor. Valerie didn't resist as she was like a crazed animal anxious to be fed, and she laid flat on her back as her father-in-law knelt down between her limply open legs. She immediately spread her legs out wider, and Howard could clearly see the smooth folds of her damp, hungry pussy. The smooth silky pubic hair surrounding her vagina seemed to part by itself as she drew her legs back and the moist pink flesh at the opening to her womb looked tight and inviting.
"Hurry, Howard! Fuck me now! I want your cock inside me now!" Valerie pleaded as Howard gaped at her beautiful young body. He was down on all fours between her widespread legs, and she could see his saliva slickened cock pointing toward her hot and hungry passage. Howard moved like there was no hurry, and he bent forward to gently squeeze the ripe flesh of her large firm breasts. Valerie reached down between her legs and took his cock in her hand. Her hot vagina was burning to have the cock inside, and the touch of his hands on her breasts made the feeling that much more urgent.
Howard rolled the pink erect nipples on the tips of her full breasts between his thumbs and forefingers. They were like buds on ripe melons, and as he fondled them, he could see the ecstasy of pleasure on Valerie's face. She rolled her head from side to side while quietly pleading with him to fuck her. Her fingers stroked the end of his cock as if to hypnotize it into doing as she wanted. But Howard wanted to take full enjoyment of his entry of her warm ready cunt, and he released his hold of her breasts so that he could place his hands by her shoulders to lean forward over her passion writhing body. He looked down between their nakedness to watch as his son's wife wiggled her loins toward the head of his penis, which she was holding still in her hand.
An electric shock of pleasure jolted her body as she guided the rubbery tip of Howard's cock slipperily down the hair-lined slit of her vagina. Howard kept holding his hips back from her, making her arch her hips up to meet the monstrous column of hardened male flesh, but when she had the purple head against the opening to her womb, she pushed up suddenly with her cunt muscles to suck the smooth rubbery head inside the softly bearded lips of her vagina.
"Pleeeeaseee! Give it to me!" Valerie begged as Howard held back from driving his long pulsating cock into her womb. He pushed his hips forward just enough to allow a little more of the head to pop through the opening of ragged pink flesh, and he savored the wet warmth that seemed to hungrily grip the sensitive tip of his excited member. The feeling was fantastic, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He pushed hard forward with his hips, and the saliva-moistened column slid into her cunt like a hot knife slicing mercilessly through warm butter.
"Oooooohhhhh! Yyyyyyessssssss!" Valerie groaned as her whole vaginal passage was stretched wider and wider by the plunging cock. The smooth gland head seemed to part the walls of her cunt as it made its way into the depths of her burning womb. It kept coming and coming, filling her ready, tight passage with hot hard flesh that she wanted so much, until finally it entered the very depths of her womb and smashed hard into the cringing walls of her lower belly. At the same instant, his cum loaded balls slapped into her naked upturned buttocks, sending additional obscene sensations coursing through her lust-crazed body.
"Aaaaahhhhhhhh! Oooooooohhhhhh! God!" Valerie moaned her pleasure out loud to her father-in-law. Her vagina was completely filled by the long cock, and she looked down between her breasts at the clump of his pubic hair pressed tightly against her loins.
The sensation of the tight hot young flesh wrapped around his throbbing cock was more than Howard could stand. It had taken a great deal of self-control to keep from losing his load in his daughter-in-law's insatiably sucking mouth, and now the warmth of her cunt brought the urgency back in full force. His cum was bursting to get out, and he started to fuck into her hot young pussy like there was nothing else that mattered in the world. He drew his cock back out of her until only the tip remained inside, and then he immediately slammed forward again to plunge deep inside her damp, hot womb.
"Yesssss, darling! Fuck me like that! I'm ready. Ooohhhh, I'm readyyyyyy!" Valerie chanted as the thick penis fucked demonically in and out of her voraciously clasping cunt. Her nerves tingled with the sensations that sprang from her vagina running up into her full heaving breasts and out her arms and down her long legs to ignite an ecstasy of pleasure in every part of her sensuous body. She was caught in a spinning whirlpool of passion that tossed her mind through endless corridors of pleasure, and the long hard cock of her father-in-law kept ramming harder and harder into the pit of her near-bursting belly.
Howard stared down at the passionate girl beneath him, and her frenzy was like a spontaneous vacuum that sucked him into her body. He watched his cock sinking quickly into the far hidden depths of her womb like a very welcome guest, and when he left it, her tight, hair-lined young pussy seemed to pull back on his cock as though she couldn't bear for him to leave. The moist walls of her cunt seemed to work over every little shape in his penis, massaging each part as an equally stimulating section. She kept arching her firm full hips up to meet his long downward dives, and her legs stretched out wider and wider in acceptance of the joy he was giving her. He fucked his cock into her with more and more force as his excitement raged out of control.
"Give me your cummmm! Oh God, give me your cummm!" she was flailing her head back and forth, and her mouth was open wide. Her pink tongue that had moments before licked the large cock that was now driving deep into her pussy, kept running wetly over the curvy line of her helplessly open lips. Her liquid eyes were open and staring into a space of erotic visions that existed only in her mind.
"Oooooh! Oooohhhh! Oooooohhhh!" She threw her legs up high as her whole body shuddered beneath the driving force in her bursting cunt. She was a wild beauty in the peak of monumental ecstasy.
The sudden tightening of her rippling pussy around his throbbing long cock was more than Howard could stand, and his pleasure soared like a giant bird taking flight. His hot, sticky white cum raced from his balls and the pit of his groin to sensationally spew its heat to the depths of his son's wife's exploding young womb. His stomach muscles jerked with great spasms as he slammed his swelling penis far up inside the liquid cunt, just as the cum reached the tip. It shot out with tremendous bursts from the dilated slit, crashing with hot joy into the cavity of her wildly contracting belly. Each burst seemed to start at the base of his cock and dash up with tremendous speed, with one great jerk up the whole length of the long column. The moment it shot out the gland head, another burst followed the sensation-giving path of the last barrage, and then another and another until Howard thought it would continue forever.
Valerie was in a world all her own when in the height of her climax her husband's father's sperm smashed into the base of her belly. Her mind saw only the great purple head of his penis pumping out the hot male semen and filling her belly with tremendous pleasures. It sloshed around inside her to mix with her own hot orgasm, and her cunt contracted sharply again and again over the thick hardness of his spewing lust-crazed cock. The great spasms that began at the opening of her burning grasping vagina jerked wildly up through her nerve-filled passage to end as a hot blast of sheer delight deep up inside her sperm filled womb.
For the moment, all of the reasons that Valerie had laid beneath her father-in-law's wildly jerking cock were forgotten completely. She was not the young scheming woman in that minute, but instead, she was nothing more than a hot, passion-filled female that wanted only to be at the driving mercy of the sensation-giving column of hardened male flesh that rested deep inside her belly. Nothing else in the whole world mattered as long as she could be and would be fucked by her husband's virile father just like that again and again anytime he so desired....
CHAPTER 5
Linda Russell excused herself halfway through dinner, earlier that evening. She was still so shaken with what she had witnessed that afternoon between her son and that young teen-age girl that she found it very difficult to eat. If she hadn't been so preoccupied with her thoughts, she might have remembered that she planned to listen in on her daughter-in-law's visit with Howard, but all of her plans were forgotten. She didn't want to look at Howard over dinner, or for that matter, even think about food. She had only gone down to the dining room to make an effort at appearing like all was normal, but she couldn't maintain her act. She feigned illness to Howard, and went immediately to her bedroom.
Once in her room, she stretched out on her bed with three magazines to keep her mind off the insistent images that lingered there. The magazines were of little help, and she soon gave them up for a mystery novel that she had started reading the night before. She forced herself to concentrate on the book, and for a while at least, succeeded in forgetting about Grant and the girl on the theatre office couch.
A few hours later, she was surprised to discover that she had finished reading the book, even though it was still fairly early in the evening. She wasn't tired, and the idea of a hot bath sounded good, so she got undressed hurriedly while the tub was filling with very warm water. When the house had been remodeled, she had ordered a large square sunken tub installed in her bathroom, and it was the one thing in the house that she considered all her own. She would often relax in the large tub for long periods of time, and that evening she was just in that frame of mind. She thought the warm water would dull her senses so that she could sleep peacefully through the night.
Walking back into the bathroom after undressing, Linda glanced at her naked reflection in the full-length mirror on one wall. She couldn't help comparing her body to the young teen-age girl's she had seen that same afternoon. Linda guessed the girl must have been around eighteen, and she was in her late forties. Yet, Linda thought her body was every bit as sexy as the girl's body had been. She studied her shape in the mirror, and was pleased by the fact that she had no excess fat to distort her figure. Her breasts weren't large, but they were the size of well-rounded oranges and still youthful-looking. They stood up pert and proud, and she couldn't resist touching the tiny nipples that capped them like pink crowns. They responded to her touch by hardening slightly, and Linda was quickly reminded again of the lewd scene she had witnessed earlier. She dropped her hands from her breasts, and ran them down the long curve of her waist. Her belly was white and flat, and near the lower part was a light covering of fuzzy hair that tapered out to the triangle of her light brown pubic hair. Linda turned her back to the mirror, and turning to look over her shoulder, she momentarily studied the round shape of her buttocks. The cheeks were like firm melons that stuck out slightly, and Linda was more fascinated by them at that moment than she could ever recall having been. She thought her overall appearance was pixyish, especially since her hair was cut short, and she remembered the girl Grant was making love to had long hair. The girl had looked really sexy, and Linda wondered if it hadn't been because of the girl's subservient bent-over position. She spread her legs apart, and bending over, looked back between her legs at her reflection. Her position caused the cheeks of her buttocks to spread apart slightly, and she could see the pink hairless area of her tight puckered anus. Just below it were the lightly hair-covered lips of her vagina, and Linda could clearly see the drops of moisture formed at the opening to her womb. The thought of a long cock driving into her vagina while a finger worked in her anus flashed into her mind, and Linda quickly straightened up and crossed the floor to the sunken tub. It was nearly filled with water, and she reached to turn off the valves while she tried once again to put the images out of her mind.
Stepping down into the warm water, Linda stood still for a moment, then slowly lowered herself into the clear water until only her head remained above the surface. The warm water surrounding her body did not dull her senses as she had anticipated, but rather, it made her more aware of all her sensitive parts. She looked at the triangle of semidarkness formed by her pubic hair through the moving water, and it seemed to dance seductively before her eyes, her hand moved toward the light brown hair, and she ran her fingers across the surface of her awakened vagina. It had been years since she had even given sex a passing thought, but what she had watched that afternoon at the theatre had set off something in her body that she didn't realize existed until then. It was like a flash of heat through the pit of her stomach, and the warm feeling refused to go away.
Very gently, Linda pressed her finger into the hair-lined slit formed by the lips of her vagina, and she felt the electric sensation bolt through her body as she had that afternoon when her finger had touched her excited clitoris. She had never known that the little nerve end could be so sensitive, or give so much pleasure to her. If the scene she had witnessed had been between someone other than her son, Linda probably would have recoiled at the sheer lewdness of the act, but she couldn't equate anything Grant did with lewdness. The obvious enjoyment of their genital coupling made Linda feel that she must have been missing something, even though she had been repulsed by sex in the past. Her body was responsive to her own touch, and she saw no reason why it shouldn't respond even more to someone else. She couldn't consciously admit to herself that the someone else she was thinking about might be her own son, Grant.
Continuing her rubbing of her excited nerve end in the soft hair-lined folds of her pussy with more vigorous strokes, Linda felt the burning in her womb grow more and more intense. The moistened walls of her vagina seemed to be tingling out a message to her brain that begged for a fleshy instrument to be pushed up through them. Her mind seemed to become somehow a part of the pink mound between her inner thighs, and the urgent need to be fulfilled became overwhelming. In her mind's eye she was seeing her son's passion-hardened cock driving in and out of the girl's wet cunt, and her finger almost instinctively moved down to the opening of her newly discovered vagina. Linda pushed her middle finger up inside the tight, seldom used passage down between her thighs until she was unable to reach farther, and it felt good, but not good enough. Frustrated, she added another finger, and she gradually began to fingerfuck them both in and out of her cunt. It did nothing but stir up the fire in her womb to greater intensity, and she was maddened by not being able to reach the mysterious orgasm she had seen the girl attain beneath the driving cock of her son that afternoon at the theatre.
Keeping the two fingers of her right hand in her gently clasping vagina, Linda tested the nail of her left-hand forefinger against her thumb. It was softened by the warm water of the bath, and she moved her hand under the firm cheek of her buttocks. She drew her legs up, bending her knees so that she could have greater access to the space between her inner thighs, and pulling the crevice of her buttocks apart, she probed her left forefinger against the tight restricting ring of her anus.
The warm water surrounding her finger made the entry easier than she had expected it to be, and she slowly worked her finger into her tight restricting rectum. It was slightly painful at first, but after a moment, she became excited by the unnatural presence of her finger there. She pushed it in to the second knuckle, and she was surprised that she could feel her other fingers in her cunt through the thin wall of flesh which separated the two passages. Still recalling the fucking she had witnessed earlier, she began to finger-fuck herself with mutual rhythms in her two passages. The presence of her finger in her rectum seemed to heighten the effect of the sawing fingers in her cunt, and she worked them furiously in an attempt to stop the burning flames in her womb.
Victor Thomas had been thinking about Linda a lot since he had learned the night before that Howard didn't care about her. Victor thought Linda was not only physically attractive, but sexually appealing, as well. He couldn't help wondering if she were really frigid as Howard had implied. So when he left Howard alone with his daughter-in-law, he decided to find Linda himself, and talk to her at least, to find out personally about her. He reasoned that since Howard wasn't interested in Linda, Howard should have no serious objections to it if he did a little research into Linda. It should not endanger his job in the least. Then too, Victor figured that Howard was in no position to object, considering just what he was doing with his own son's young wife right now.
Victor had peeked in several doors on the second floor of the house before he finally entered a wing that appeared to have been added onto the main house. At the end of a short hallway, he looked into a partially opened door that he felt sure was Howard's wife's bedroom, but there was no sign of her. He entered the room silently and glanced around. It was apparent that someone had been lying on the bed, but he didn't see anyone and was about to leave when he heard a splashing noise. Taking a few steps farther into the room, he saw a hallway to his left which appeared to lead back toward the front of the room. He walked quietly down the hall past several closets until he came to a half-open door on the right. He heard the splashing sound again, and his curiosity got the better of him. He glanced in through the open part of the door, and in a large mirror on the left wall, Victor saw the reflection of Linda Russell completely naked in a sunken bath.
Victor sucked in his breath when he realized what she was doing. Her eyes were closed, and her head was held back like she was trying to stretch her neck up. Her firm breasts were bouncing on the surface of the agitated water, and her knees were drawn up above the surface.
His cock was already half-hard from having attempted to look up between young Valerie Russell's legs, but when he stretched up to look down into the tub, his cock began growing fully erect. He could see that Linda was driving her fingers in and out of her cunt, and although it was difficult to see, he thought in disbelief that she also had a finger wormed up into her anus.
"Sonofabitch!" Victor Thomas thought as he stared at the frenzied motions of Linda's hands. He felt his penis straining against the confines of his pants, and his balls were aching with excitement. He wanted to tear off his clothes and go fuck her right in the bath, but he waited and watched to see what might happen.
The sensations pouring from her womb were like standing under a trickle of water on the side of a giant waterfall, and Linda was becoming more and more frustrated for not having it all. She needed and wanted more than her own hands were giving her, but still she pushed her fingers hard against the soft flesh of her submerged vagina. She quickly tightened and loosened the muscle of her anus around her pumping finger that pushed farther and farther into the hot depths of her rectum. Her mind was in another time, that time being the early afternoon, and she was in the theatre office wanting to be fucked.
"Fuck me! Fuck me, too!" Linda moaned as she drove herself wild with her own fingers. She was like an animal in heat, and she would do simply anything to have a hard male cock spewing cum into her vagina.
When he heard Linda's moans, Victor couldn't contain his excited cock any longer. He had to fuck her, no matter what the consequences might be. He tore off his clothes as fast as his hands would move, and when he finally pulled down his shorts, his freed penis sprang straight out in front of his body. He walked brazenly through the doorway into the bathroom and toward the sunken tub, his hard erect cock pointed out and bounced lewdly as he walked. After all, what could the hot little bitch say when he had caught her finger-fucking this way? Linda didn't open her eyes until he was standing right by the edge of the tub. In sudden shock, she stopped the screwing of her fingers in and out of her cunt and anus, but she didn't pull them from her body. Her eyes were wide open, but she wasn't looking at his eyes. Victor realized then that she was staring wildly at his thick erect cock.
"I'm going to fuck your hot little cunt!" Victor groaned down at her naked body. He looked at her passion-wracked nudity and thought she was the most erotic woman he had ever seen. He stepped quickly into the water beside her.
When Linda felt someone's presence, she stopped moving and opened her eyes. But all that she was looking for was pointing straight out above her head. Her mind went blank as she saw this thick cock that she wanted so much to have, and all she could think of was getting it inside her hungry vagina. When Victor spoke, she heard the words she wanted to hear, and she was ready for him to do as he willed with her.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Please! Fuck me!" Linda Russell groaned piteously and she pulled her fingers from her dual genital orifices as she turned onto her knees in the same position she had seen the girl in that very day.
Victor was astounded to see the frigid Mrs. Howard Russell respond so willingly to his demand, and when she moved so her smooth, round buttocks were raised high up in the air, he knelt down behind her in the tub between her legs with his cock pointing directly at the soft pubic curls between her thighs. She had her head against one hand on the edge of the tub, and she was reaching back between her legs with the other hand in search of his desire-hardened cock. Her face was turned to one side, and Victor realized that she was looking wild-eyed at their reflection in the mirror on the opposite wall.
Groping back for the cock she wanted so much to have in her steaming cunt, Linda stared at the vision she saw in the mirror to her right. She could only see her buttocks above the floor line edge of the tub, but she could also clearly see the torso of the man about to fuck her. His thick cock was pointing toward her upturned buttocks, and it was as if she was looking upon the same scene she had watched going on between her son, Grant, and the young girl that very same afternoon. Linda's ecstasy had carried her beyond any other identification, and she felt as though she was detached from her body while still able to enjoy its pleasures. When her hand found the hard fleshy penis, she pulled on it to guide it into her hungrily throbbing pussy.
Victor was ecstatic over having found Howard Russell's wife so very passionately eager to be fucked, and he moved his hips forward willingly when she pulled at his cock with her hand. He was amazed at how smooth and unblemished her skin was, and he stared down at the wonderful shape of her smooth cream white buttocks. The bath water still clung to the skin in small beads around the peach fuzz blond hairs which covered her lower back, and some water rolled down the crevice between the round white cheeks of her upraised buttocks. He reached out to spread the soft resilient cheeks apart, and his eyes widened as he saw the tight puckered oval of her anus. Linda was guiding his swollen cock to the opening of her vagina, and when he felt the blood-filled tip making electric contact with her pussy, he pushed his hips forward to worm it salaciously up into the depths of her warm waiting vagina. The passage was tighter than he had expected it would be, and he shoved forward with more force, until the head of his thick cock plowed mercilessly inside her hot steaming cuntal passage.
"Oooohhh! Yeeeeesssssss!" Linda's already moistened pussy was more than ready for the fleshy instrument, and she pushed her loins back to take it all inside her vagina. Her finger-fucking had stretched the tight passage to the point that she could take the thick column without enduring excess pain. Her only thought was to have it fucking way up inside her burning womb, and she pushed back harder against Victor Thomas's cock, taking it deeper and deeper into herself.
The sensations of her tight warm flesh working over the length of his erect penile member were fantastic, and Victor didn't waste any time in shoving it down the slick hot passage until his pelvis and testicles were pressed tight up between her legs. His groin was alive with the sensations that traveled down his thick penis, and he immediately began fucking Linda with an intensity born of lusting passion. Her tight wet cunt felt virgin, yet she wiggled back against his driving thrusts like a highly experienced whore. The clear warm bath water splashed around their legs, agitated by the frantic motion of their lewdly coupled bodies. When he withdrew his cock from the depths of her vagina, his balls would dip into the warm water exciting them all the more, and he could see that Linda's firm breasts hung down to the point that the erect pink nipples were being massaged gently by the continuous motion of the bath. The whole effect was stimulation itself, and Victor felt that he would cum any second.
With her eyes glued on the reflection of their bodies, Linda felt as though she finally had the means to truly release the ultimate pleasure she desired so very much. Her body was like the body of the young teen-age girl she had watched being fucked half silly by her own son that afternoon, as she arched her loins up to receive the pleasure-giving cock in her desire-flared vagina. Her womb was responding to the driving force by sending out tremendous sensual signals to her brain. Her enjoyment was greater than anything she had ever experienced in her life, and she sensed every portion of the thick penis as it plowed in and out of her clasping pussy. The water slapping against the sensitive nipples of her breasts added to the pleasures surging through her body, and she knew that she was on the verge of a cataclysmic orgasm.
"Fuck me harder ... Please fuck me harder!" Linda moaned as she felt the head of his penis enlarge inside her burning womb. She felt tiny spasms in the pit of her stomach, but the picture she saw in the mirror was not yet complete.
"Put your finger in my ass ... Pleeasseeee! Your ... finger ... assssssss!" Linda groaned out her mounting passion.
Barely able to hold back his cum, Victor was out of his mind with the pleasures in his groin. Linda's soft pleading request only stimulated him the more, and he quickly did as she asked. Her tiny pink anus was puckered out, and he pressed his middle finger against it without any thought to going easy at it. Once his finger popped through the restricting ring of flesh, he drove it up into the depths of her hot rectum the full length of his long finger.
"OOOoooohhhhhhhh!
Fuuuuuuccckkkk!
Yessssss!" Linda screamed as his finger tore into the tight confines of her rectum. The suddenness of his entry had hurt her, but she didn't care, as it was making her pleasure even more complete.
The sight of his finger jammed deep inside Linda's anus was so lewdly exhilarating that Victor could no longer control himself. He rammed his finger in and out at the same intensity as his cock, and he felt the sensation along the length of his penis build to the point of total release. He pushed his pelvis forward with such a strong force that he nearly lifted Linda's buttocks a foot in the air, but the hot sticky cum in his balls was making its way up the length of his cock with such magnificent force that he didn't care. His lust-swelled member jerked several times as the tip exploded like a bursting shell with his climax.
Linda's vision was blurred from her excitement in the ultimate moment when the first hot splash of cum shot like a raging torrent of hot cream deep into her ready womb. It was like the magic key needed to free the frustrations in her body, and her whole being was shattered by the pistoning rod's eruption. Tremendous waves of pleasure tore her body into a thousand sensitive parts that exploded with each stab of hot liquid in her belly. Her cunt contracted again and again, the hot walls bursting with the gushing fluids of her climax.
"OOOOHHH! FFFUUUUCCCCKKKKK! I'M CUMMMMINNNNNGGGG!" Linda was mad with the fury of her passion as her full, rounded buttocks rolled with the great spasms rippling through her. She felt like she was soaring among an exploding array of fireworks, and each of the hundreds of colors represented a different sensation. It was more, much more than she could ever had anticipated, and she clung to it for fear it might never come back.
Victor's excited penis kept jerking out his cum in huge bursts of pleasure, and it kept coming with more intensity as he drove his finger insanely in and out of her widely stretched rectum. Just the sight of Howard's wife's animal-like passion was enough to keep him cumming, and he stared at the gushing mixture of their cum as it poured out around the base of his thick cock and ran down into the churning water. Even when the last drop of his cum had jerked from the swollen head deep inside her cunt, Linda kept screwing her buttocks back against his ramming finger as if with her mouth-like vagina, to suck every part of him inside her passion-wracked belly. Then, finally when his cock started going limp, the spasms in her body quieted down to occasional quick jerks, and Victor regained control of his faculties.
The thought suddenly occurred to him that Howard could just walk in at any moment, and it so unnerved Victor that he pulled his hips back from Linda's buttocks, making a wet whooshing sound as his deflated cock left the warmth of her vagina. He just as quickly pulled his finger from her stretched anus, and after falling back in the water for a second, he climbed out of the tub on shaky legs. Without saying a word, he grabbed the nearest towel and halfway dried the water from his naked body. He looked down at Linda as he rubbed the towel hurriedly over his skin, and he was surprised to see that she hadn't moved from the kneeling position she had assumed when he had fucked her. She was still staring wide-eyed at the big mirror, and her breasts were swinging and bouncing from the motion of her heaving chest.
Dropping the towel on the floor, Victor ran out the door to where he had left his clothes, and he quickly got dressed. His only thought was to make it out of the house without being seen by Howard, as the possibility of Howard not succeeding with Valerie had just dawned on him. If that were the case, Howard could be anywhere in the house, and possibly angry, at that. Victor ran out of Linda's bedroom, still buttoning his shirt, and moved down the hallways as fast as he could move quietly. The route to the front door took him past the door to the den where he had left Howard and Valerie, and he was glad to see the door was closed as he approached it. For a brief second, Victor paused at the door, and when he heard the lewd moaning sounds of uncontrolled passion coming from the interior, he smiled to himself. As he walked on to the front door of the house he felt greatly relieved, and he was sure then that Linda would never say a word to Howard about what had happened.
After Victor left the bedroom, Linda stayed kneeling in the sunken tub for several minutes while she indulged in the long, drawn out residual pleasures of her first orgasm. It was as if she were still detached from the body she saw reflected in the mirror, and the feelings from witnessing her own act were the same as the ones she had felt when looking in on her son's act. It excited her body, and she had been satisfied physically. But after a few minutes, the guilt feeling joined the excitement, and she slowly came down from her delirious, intoxicated state.
She noticed the soreness in her knees for the first time then, even though she had been on them since Victor Thomas had climbed into the tub behind her. She had rubbed her knees against the hard surface of the tub, and they were sore. She turned and slowly submerged her satiated body into the cooling water, and only then did she realize that she had let Victor Thomas, an almost stranger, fuck her like a bitch in heat. Her whole body shook as she remembered that she had acted like a wanton bitch and begged him to put his cock in her vagina. She couldn't imagine what had come over her, what had made her act in such a vile manher. Her senses reeled from the thought of what she had asked him to do, and she didn't understand how she, Linda Russell, had suddenly become such a lustful, wanton bitch.
She sat in the bath for a long time, as though she were afraid to get out of the protective water. It wasn't until she had finally stepped out of the tub that the thought occurred to her that Victor had actually fucked her for himself. Reality' fell on her like a sledge hammer when she suddenly realized that he had come into the bathroom naked. He had come into the bathroom with an erection and ready to fuck her. What had he been doing there in the first place, anyway? Linda became enraged with anger, and she grabbed a soft towel, hastily wrapping it around her still-nude body while running out to her bedroom. She was going to tell Howard what his new, important chief attorney had done to her. She was just opening her bedroom door when she stopped cold, and she started laughing out loud at herself.
She turned around and walked back into the bedroom. There was no point in saying anything to Howard as she knew that she had wanted Victor, anyone, for that matter, to fuck her, in any manner. It had been as much her own permitting him to do it as it had been his raping her, and she knew, too that Howard probably would only be upset by the knowledge of one of his possessions being had by someone else, not really by the occurrence in itself.
Linda walked to her bed and threw back the covers. She dropped the towel on the floor beside the bed and naked, crawled in between the cool smooth sheets. She couldn't stay mad at Victor as he had helped her to discover that sexual pleasures really did exist, and she turned off the light by the bed so she could fall into a restful sleep. The only thought that bothered her that night was the question of how Victor had happened to be in her bedroom at exactly the right moment, a moment in which she could have refused no one ...!
CHAPTER 6
Valerie rolled over in her bed, and she felt the warmth of the body next to her. Her hand slid smoothly across the satiny sheet, feeling nothing but empty coolness, and she awoke with a start.
Blinking her eyes quickly, she sat up in the bed and realized that she had been dreaming. The clear morning sunlight was streaming into the large room, and it hurt her eyes. She laid back as she closed her eyes against the glaring light, and she squirmed her naked body back into the warm spot she had been sleeping in.
It had been three days since she had gone to the so-called business meeting with her father-in-law and Victor Thomas, and Valerie hadn't seen Howard at all after that eventful night. In fact, she had hardly gone out of the house during the past three days, as she wanted to take the time before Grant's scheduled return, to have time to think.
Valerie lay still in the warmth of her bed, trying to remember the details of her dream. She was curious as to who she had been dreaming about, but the dream was lost in a foggy memory. She could only remember that she was just about to be fucked by someone.
"Oh, well. To hell with it!" she said out loud, to herself, and she stopped trying to recall the formless thought. It was just a dream, after all, and she would really prefer the live flesh of someone real. She then remembered that Grant was due to return from New York that afternoon, and she had plenty of work to do if she was going to carry out her plan.
Valerie had Brigit bring some coffee and rolls up to her room, and she got dressed while eating her light breakfast. She felt well rested, as she had done little except sleep for the past three nights. She sat down to eat one of the sweet rolls, and her thoughts went back to the night she had been with her husband's father. She had lost control of herself that evening, and she was somewhat bothered by Howard's complete dominance over her. He had succeeded in making her do what he wanted, and that wasn't-the way Valerie had planned to get to Howard. She didn't have any complaints about the way he had treated her, and she was sure that Howard was impressed with her sexually. That, she had decided, was the one thing she could count on.
Her main problem had been simple exhaustion that evening. Howard had fucked her for half the night, and afterwards when he was noncommittal about what he was going to offer her, she had been too tired to press for more information. It hadn't been until the following day that she had come to the conclusion that she would have to somehow expose Howard's lust for her to Grant. She was convinced that this was the only way the end results would be in her favor. She hoped that it would turn father against son in a battle for her, and she knew by Howard's own words that he could control Grant.
Valerie had thought out her plan carefully, and she had started her scheme rolling the previous evening. She wasn't optimistic enough to believe that everything would work out in one move, but she hoped to at least have the opportunity to see and talk with Howard. She had called both Victor and Howard to invite them and their wives to a small party, to welcome Grant home again, and both had agreed to come to the house the evening Grant was to arrive. She was pleased that the first step of her plan was done successfully, but she knew that the hardest part was yet to come.
Valerie took a sip of her coffee, and she stretched her arms above her head, as if to signal her body that she was ready to go to work. She had several things to take care of that morning, and she thought carefully through the items of importance. She had to make sure that Jorge had the right drinks prepared, so that everyone would loosen up for the evening. That was the first thing to take care of, she thought, and she walked out of her bedroom to see Jorge and Brigit. The party room had to be set up, too, and she decided to personally supervise the job.
As she walked downstairs toward the kitchen, she made a mental note to have a martini mixed and ready when Grant got home. She knew that preparing him for the evening was the key to her success or her failure, but she felt confident that she could persuade Grant to be his usual lustful self.
When Grant arrived home from the airport, he looked a bit haggard from the rigors of the trip, and Valerie decided to try to persuade him to take a nap the moment she saw him. She ran up to greet him in her best loving-wife manner, and immediately led him to the den, where she had a batch of martinis prepared.
"Darling you look exhausted," Valerie said sympathetically as she handed him a potent double. She sat down on the arm of the chair Grant had slumped down into, and she gently stroked the back of his neck.
"It was a very strenuous trip. The damn traffic gets worse every time I go there," Grant complained. He liked being fussed over by his wife.
"Was everything okay with the business?" Valerie asked, but she was wondering how many girls Grant had gotten involved with. She knew him well enough to be sure that he hadn't just stuck to business.
"Yep! It was tough, but I got a promise for an early delivery." Grant thought that anything he said that sounded business-like was important to tell her now.
"Well, darling, I may have a bad sense of timing, but I was so excited when I heard you were returning home I called together a little welcoming party. I hope you don't mind, but there's no way to call it off, without disappointing Howard and Linda." Valerie knew that the best way to get Grant to go along with her plan was to sound reluctant herself.
"You mean Howard and Linda are coming here now?" Grant asked. He always referred to his parents by first name.
"No, darling-later tonight. I've also invited some special guests as a favor to you," Valerie replied. She could tell by Grant's expression that he was very pleased by the idea of a welcoming party, and when she mentioned "special guests," his eyebrows lifted with curiosity. They often used that term when referring to new members in the wife-swapping group, and Valerie had used it now intentionally to stir up his curiosity. "Perhaps if you took a short nap, you would feel more like entertaining guests this evening," Valerie added.
"Yes, you're right," Grant said, and he sipped on his drink waiting for Valerie to explain further. When she said nothing, Grant grew impatient. "Who else will be coming, damnit!"
"Oh, the new chief attorney for Russell Enterprises, the Victor Thomases. You remember him, darling. He lived a few houses down the street, just until a couple of weeks ago." Valerie saw this disappointment on Grant's face, so she went immediately on. "Perhaps you've never met his wife Beverly. I suppose they've only been married for a short time, one of those May-December things. She's only eighteen, and I understand she's quite concerned with Victor's getting ahead." Valerie could see that Grant understood what she wanted him to know, and he smiled up at her.
"I think I will take that nap, dear," Grant said, standing up from the chair. Valerie had arranged the kind of a welcome-home present that he enjoyed more than anything else, and he took her in his arms and kissed her. "You really do care about me, darling," he said, and he squeezed her shapely buttocks fondly.
Valerie returned Grant's caresses by pressing her loins into his groin. "I know how it pleases you to keep employees wives in line, but darling, I'm really being selfish myself. It's what you do to me afterwards that I look forward to," Valerie said, smiling. Grant would always be particularly imaginative with her after he had gotten some perverse pleasure out of using his position to force an employee's wife to fuck with him, and Valerie knew that Grant would easily believe that was her reason for helping him set Beverly up.
"I'll wake you in plenty of time for dinner," Valerie added, and she threw a kiss to Grant as he went upstairs to bed.
Smiling to herself, Valerie checked the time before going down to the party room. Everything was going just as planned, and she knew that she wouldn't have to be bothered by Grant. He would be taken care of for the evening by Beverly, and Valerie was quite sure that Bev would cooperate without really knowing that she was being used. Valerie could recognize her type from a mile away, as Beverly was very much like herself. The main difference was that Beverly would jump into bed with Grant out of her jealousy of Valerie, and not because Grant could arrange to have Victor fired. "No," Valerie thought, "Beverly is a gold-digger, too, and she'll play up to Grant in the hopes of winning him from me." Valerie laughed out loud as she realized that if nothing else succeeded that evening, she would at least have the great pleasure of getting back at Victor for having taken part in setting her up for Howard. Victor would be damned mad to find out his young wife was being fucked half to death by Grant Russell.
* * *
Brigit looked in the hall mirror at herself, and she found the stray hairs that had been tickling her neck. She was wearing her hair up, and she nearly ruined the hairdo by tucking the loose hairs back into the knot. She was angry that Valerie had planned a party on her usual night off, but thought she could at least console herself by the fact that it would be small. She knew that since Howard was coming, she would only be expected to stay upstairs, and the bartending would, as usual, be handled by Jorge. The thought of seeing Howard again, if only for the moment it took to open the door to let him in, excited her, but then she thought in some ways, she might prefer they had a big party. At least she would have something to do, and the evening would go faster.
The doorbell interrupted her thoughts, and she hurried to the entry hall. She was excited by the possibility of seeing Howard at that moment, but when she opened the door, she was even more elated. Victor and Beverly Thomas were standing by the door, but Brigit's eyes looked past them to Roy. He was standing out by the Thomas's car, and she grinned as she realized that Roy was playing chauffeur that evening. She wouldn't have a wasted night, after all!
"Please come in," she said, stepping back, and as Victor and Beverly walked past her, she motioned to Roy to come on up. Leaving the door standing open for Roy, Brigit led the Thomases to the stairs going down to the party room. "Please go downstairs, the Russells are expecting you." She stayed at the top of the stairs for a moment, then she hurried back to the front door where Roy was already waiting.
"So, you're the chauffeur tonight," she said happily grabbing his hand and leading him toward the kitchen.
"Got stood up on my date, so I figured I might as well work," Roy kidded her. "How long is this party going to last?"
Brigit understood what he meant, and she laughed happily. "Don't worry, two more guests to arrive, and my work's done. We'll have lots of time!" She took Roy to her room and kissed him before going back to the entry hall. She was anxious for Howard and Linda Russell to arrive now, but her excitement was no longer from the prospect of seeing Howard. She wanted them to arrive, so she could return to Roy upstairs.
Valerie and Grant greeted the Thomases like long-lost friends, and they immediately led them to the bar to try one of Jorge's famous drinks. Victor downed two drinks in five minutes, after Valerie told him that Howard and Linda were coming there, too. Valerie saw how Victor was looking at her the night he drove her to Howard's, and when she called up to invite him to tonight's party, she had been careful not to let on the fact that Howard and Linda would be there, too. Valerie figured that Victor would come in the hopes of making an arrangement with her, but that if he knew Howard would be attending, he might be discouraged and stay away. So she intentionally neglected to mention it. She didn't know that Victor would be reluctant to face Linda, and that was his reason for drinking heavily.
Victor was so shaken, he didn't notice Grant's attentions toward Beverly, so Valerie's practiced distractions were not really necessary. Valerie was pleased by the way Victor concentrated on drinking, as it gave her the good opportunity to assist Grant, although she could see by the way Beverly was acting, that Grant would need little help.
When Howard and Linda arrived, Victor was feeling more relaxed from his drinks, and he was startled when Linda walked directly up to him. He thought she was pointing an accusing finger at him as she held out her hand.
"So nice to see you again, Victor," Linda said, smiling. She had prepared herself for facing him, and she was actually feeling gratitude for what he had done to her in the bath.
That night had helped her to gain the courage to face her son again, but she was still somewhat reluctant to look at Grant for fear she might show her shame. Since Howard would be no help, Linda had decided that friendliness toward Victor would make her feel more at ease when she greeted her son. It at least made her feel like a different person than what she had been when she saw Grant with the girl. Also, she felt that putting Victor at ease might give her the opportunity to find out how he had come to be in her bathroom the other evening.
"Good evening," Victor nodded, but his voice caught in his throat. He was surprised by Linda's friendly gesture, but after a few moments, he also felt relieved. In fact, he was beginning to think that Linda hadn't recognized him that evening in the bath, and he talked with her and Howard more easily. The drinks had a pleasant warming effect on everyone.
After the normal amenities, and the welcome-homes to Grant, Valerie thought the time was right to get things started. She noticed that Victor, Linda and Howard were talking together, so she joined in the conversation that had been going between Beverly and Grant.
"I understand that you're planning to remodel your new home," Valerie said to Beverly. She caught Grant's eye, and saw that he was aware of her timing.
"Yes, we do hope to soon," Beverly replied. She was exceedingly well built, and the makeup she used to make herself look older was completely unnecessary. She looked naturally more mature for her age, mostly due to her remarkable shape, and the makeup destroyed the very striking effect of her lovely young face. Even with the excess of makeup, however, she radiated a potent sexuality.
"You know, Beverly, we have some rather interesting features in this house you might enjoy seeing. Grant, darling, why don't you show Beverly around?" Valerie gave Grant the opportunity he needed to get Beverly alone, and Grant moved on it quickly.
"I'd be delighted. Let's grab a fresh drink, and then I'll show you the best features of the house!"
Valerie thought Grant was overdoing it slightly, but she saw that Beverly was completely taken with him. Valerie laughed to herself while getting another drink from Jorge, and she guessed the drinks had worked on Beverly, as Grant had his hand on her buttocks while taking her out of the party room toward one of the adjoining bedrooms.
Valerie took a large gulp of her fresh drink, and she went to join the others. Her next move was to get Howard away from Linda and Victor, and she wasn't aware of the circumstances making it easy for her.
Linda was glad when she saw Grant leave the room with young Beverly Thomas, as she felt more like she would be able to move around, now. She wanted to try and get Victor away somewhere to talk, and when Valerie joined them, she saw her opportunity. Standing up, Linda looked over to the bar and back to Victor.
"Victor, would you be a darling and get me a fresh drink?" Linda asked in her most innocent voice. Victor and Howard had stopped talking when Valerie came up to them, and she knew that he couldn't refuse her request.
"Yes, certainly," Victor said, and he excused himself to Howard and Valerie. As he moved toward the bar, Linda walked over with him.
"Jorge makes wonderful drinks, don't you think so?" Linda inquired. Victor was looking back to the table where Howard and Valerie were now talking, and he turned to face Linda.
"Yes, he does, indeed," Victor answered, realizing that he was stuck, and he reluctantly sat down on a stool next to the barstool which Linda had taken. He didn't want to look directly in Linda's eyes, and he watched Jorge go from behind the bar and leave the room.
Linda sat quietly for several minutes, waiting for Victor to speak, but since he just sipped on his drink, she took the initiative herself. "Your wife is really quite beautiful. I feel very flattered that you found me so attractive the other night."
Victor turned very pale, and he immediately turned to see if Howard could have overheard what Linda had said. He was relieved to see that Howard and Valerie had left the room. "You're very beautiful, too, Linda," he said quietly. He was still afraid that they might be overheard.
"I want you to know that I am not angry, Victor. Grateful might be the best word to describe my feelings." Linda was sincere, and she truly wanted Victor to know it. She understood why he was nervous, and she wanted him to be assured that Howard would not find out anything from her ever.
"I'm glad to hear that," Victor said. He was trying to figure out an excuse for leaving the room.
"There is one thing I've been wondering that I thought you could answer for me. How did you come to be in the bathroom at that time?" Linda hoped that he would tell her his answer, but his expression changed.
"I'm afraid it's' a rather complicated story," Victor lied, and he stood up from the barstool. "I'm sorry, but I've just remembered that I left some papers in my car which I wanted to leave here for Grant." Without waiting for Linda to say a word, he turned brusquely and hurried from the room.
Staring at the liquid in the glass she held, Linda felt saddened by Victor's obvious fear of her. She had somehow hoped in the back of her mind that he would suggest that they get together again, and she realized that it was impossible. Victor had become too dependent upon Howard, perhaps, but Linda couldn't help thinking that he was not really attracted to her in the first place. She finished her drink quickly, and when she set the glass down and turned, she realized that she was alone in the room. She was feeling a dull burning sensation in the pit of her belly, and she wondered whether it was due to the drink or being with Victor that had brought the feeling upon her. She supposed that it had been from thinking about the incident in her bathtub the other night, and she felt angered by the fact that she could do nothing about it. She wanted to go home, and she got up from the bar, wobbling slightly as she stood up. She decided to find Grant and have him ask Jorge or even Brigit to drive her home. As usual, she could say she felt ill.
Linda walked out of the room and down the hallway toward the staircase. She would have gone up the stairs if she hadn't thought she heard Grant's voice coming from a room to the left. The door was closed, and she rapped lightly on it, expecting to receive a response. When nothing happened, she opened the door to check the room, and her mind was suddenly thrown back to the day at the theatre.
Inside the room on a bed, Grant was in the midst of wildly fucking Beverly Thomas, and Linda stared at their lewdly coupled bodies as if in a state of shock. They didn't even notice her standing in the doorway, as they were both nearing climax. Beverly's mouth was locked tightly on Grant's mouth, but she was moaning her ecstasy from deep inside her throat. Her long lithe legs were kicking out on either side of him and up into the air each time Grant's cock slammed into the depths of her pussy, and it looked as though there was a button in her womb that fired her body into spasms when touched by the head of his hardened cock. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his back, and her fingernails dug deep red welts in his flesh. A white glistening fluid covered Grant's huge penis as he sawed in and out of Victor Thomas's wife's pink vagina, and Linda could clearly see the ragged hair-lined lips at the opening fold in and out as he fucked his large cock into her. Grant's cum-filled balls kept slapping against her exposed anus as he pushed hard into the depths of her belly, and Beverly had her legs thrown out so wide that it looked like she would split in half. Her eyes were tightly shut, and lines appeared around them as she suddenly screamed with her mouth still locked tightly on Grant's lips. Her whole body began lurching violently under his driving cock, and when he slammed hard forward, Linda could see his groin jerk with equal intensity to hers as they both started climaxing together. White-hot sticky cum gushed out around the base of his thick penis, pouring over his bushy pubic hair to mat it down tightly against his pelvis. Their mutual intense pleasure was like the collision of two high-speed trains hitting head-on, and it was so erotic, Linda felt her own belly ignite like a flamethrower. She too wanted to scream!
Linda gasped for air as she closed the door on the sight of her own son's fucking her recent lover's wife. She was shaking uncontrollably, and she staggered down the hallway toward the party room. She had just about succeeded in getting the vision of Grant and the girl in the theatre out of her mind, and now she had another image inscribed indelibly on her mind and memory. She wanted to shout her anger out loud, but her voice had left her. She ran up to the bar, and grabbing the nearest bottle, poured out the liquor, spilling half of the contents on the bar as she tried to stop her hand from its shaking. She drank the fiery drink as fast as she could get the contents of the glass into her mouth, and feeling the burning liquid in her throat, coughed while still in the process of draining the glass.
Frantically looking around the empty room, Linda searched her mind for some clear spot of reason. Everyone was gone, and she had to get out of the house, or she would go mad. What was bothering her more than anything else when she started looking for Howard or Victor, was the knowledge that her own womb had again come to life with renewed aching passion as she watched her son wrapped between the legs of and fucking his large man-sized cock into another man's wife.
CHAPTER 7
Earlier, when Valerie and Grant's father had left the party room together, Valerie felt pleased with the way things were going. Howard was anxious to get alone with her, and that was exactly what she had hoped he would want. She had thought that he might be reticent since Grant was there, but Howard seemed to know instinctively that Grant was preoccupied with Beverly Thomas, as he didn't seem to care when Valerie led him into the "show room." It was a room that she and Grant planned to use when they had the "gatherings" at their house, and it had been especially prepared for just such an occasion. In the center of the room was a circular sunken bed where entertainment was put on for the club guests. The room itself was not large, but surrounding the central bed were two levels of wide, comfortable couches where the guests could entertain themselves while still having an unobstructed view of the central bed. Valerie and Grant had only recently added the room on, and it had only been used twice for the wife-swapping meetings. The low-level lighting was such that the room seemed nearly dark when first entered, but as their eyes became adjusted to the darkness, it was clear that the majority of the lighting was concentrated on the central bed. Valerie began taking her clothes off as she and Howard approached the center of the room.
"Please do it to me right away, darling.. It's been three days since that beautiful night with you," Valerie said quietly. She placed her hand against her father-in-law's pants to feel his erect cock throbbing beneath the material.
Howard was anxious to fuck his son's hot young wife again, but at the same time, he was prepared to teach her once and for all that he was the one in control. He had felt that Valerie was setting something up when he arrived that evening, and he guessed that she wanted to be chased, on the naive presumption that he would give her anything to have her. He was going to have her, but it would be on his terms and conditions. She would have to come crawling to him and beg for his mercy, and only then would Howard be fully satisfied.
"Take off all your clothes. I want to see your body completely naked," Howard said to his daughter-in-law, and he walked down to the bed in the center of the room.
Valerie took off her bra and panties while watching Howard as he began undressing. She was wondering if Grant would think or care to find them when he got through with Beverly, and she hoped that he would. She laughed to herself, imagining Grant's expression if he were to walk in and find her being fucked crazy by his own father. In fact, she hoped that Victor and Linda would be with him, too. She felt sure that Victor and Linda would stay together at the bar in the party room until Grant returned, and then they might all go looking for herself and Howard. Valerie was smiling as she went to join Howard on the bed, as she was glad that everything was going better than she had planned. She was convinced that a confrontation would occur that evening, and the way she saw it, she had to come out on top.
Valerie moved seductively toward the circular bed where Howard was waiting. She had learned three nights before that he wouldn't chase her, but she did know that he found her body hard to resist. Howard was lying back on the bed, propped on his elbows, and his huge cock stood up fully erect, the purple gland head seeming to throb with excitement. A tiny spasm of heat in her womb became greater as Valerie looked at the smooth fleshy column with anticipation. She knelt down on the bed beside Howard and wrapped her hand around his throbbing member, feeling the blood flowing rapidly through it, with the cool palm of her hand. Howard didn't move, so she leaned down without saying a word and blew her hot breath over the gland tip. Then, licking her lips with her pink tongue, she kissed the hot flesh in her hand before taking it into her saliva moistened mouth. Her lips sucked hungrily on the stiffened rod while her tongue swirled wetly over the rubbery flesh in her mouth.
The sensations in her vagina grew in intensity as she bobbed her head up and down the erect penis. She could feel the lubricating fluid from her hot pussy, as it flowed out between the ragged pink flesh beneath her sparsely hair-lined vaginal slit. She wanted his big cock ramming into her down between her widespread legs, but she was determined not to do anything until Howard asked her to do it. She touched the twin sacs of his balls to feel the pressure of his cum swirling madly within.
Howard stared at the sensuous body of his son's wife while she sucked voraciously at his cock. He liked the way she used her teeth and tongue, and the sensations coming from his swollen penis made his lust for her even greater. He had to laugh to himself, as he thought how she was making things easier for herself without really knowing it, and his moistened cock would be less painful for her when he shoved it up inside her hot, virgin young ass. He let her continue sucking him for a minute more, but then he could wait no longer, as he was eager to see her screaming for his mercy and helplessly skewered on the end of his desire-hardened cock.
"Lay down on your belly," her father-in-law suddenly ordered as he pulled her away from his throbbing wet penis. Valerie moved on his command, stretching her beautiful body out on the circular bed. His eyes, having adjusted to the dim light, could clearly make out the smooth-skinned globes of her firm, rounded young buttocks, and he roughly pushed her legs wide apart to crawl up between them. Valerie didn't question him or resist in any way, and she laid still on her stomach like a subservient slave to her master's whims. Howard leaned his face close to the dark area between her inner thighs, and he pushed his middle finger like a dipstick into the moist folds of her vagina. Parting the fleshy lips with the tip of his finger, he found the moist dark opening to her womb and drove his long fingers inside.
"Oooohhhh!" Valerie moaned, and she wiggled her hips back against the plunging finger. She clamped the walls of her cunt tightly around it while her father-in-law shoved deeply inside it. It felt good, and Valerie squirmed her lusty body against the cool sheet cover of the bed. Her breasts and stomach were filled with pleasant sensations from her wiggling against the sheet, but the finger in her cunt was the focus of her attention.
After a moment, Howard pulled his moistened finger from the wet passage, and spreading the cheeks of her round buttocks aside with his other hand, he exposed the hairless pink opening of her anus to his gaze. The tiny puckered hole tightened instinctively when he pushed his moistened finger against it, but Howard worked the tip quickly inside the elastic ring of flesh and drove his finger deep into her rectum.
"Aaaaaggghhh! Nooooo!" Valerie groaned from the pain of his cruel jab. The sizzling hot thrust of his long finger felt like an iron poker as it pushed into her tightly resisting anus. She tried to lurch away from the unnatural intruder, but Howard held her tightly against the bed. She consciously forced herself to relax her anal muscles, and the pain quickly subsided. She had had fingers thrust into her rectum before, but the suddenness of her husband's father's ramming finger had cruelly hurt her. She began to grow nervous as she wondered what Howard was preparing her for, and a sick fear flashed through her body when she thought about the size of his cock. She could never take that huge fleshy shaft in her rectum, she thought, it would tear her apart.
Feeling the flesh around his finger loosen up, Howard began working his finger inside the narrow rubbery passage, stretching it wider for the greater entry to come. The sight of his finger buried deep in her proud young asshole made his cock jerk with excitement, and he moved his finger faster in the hot clasping passage. He wanted to have his cock shoved deep up in her tight virginal rectum when he climaxed, and just to think about the idea nearly made him ejaculate right then and there.
Helpless and scared, Valerie began to shake, since she was convinced that her father-in-law planned to show her no mercy and to fuck her like some tramp whore in her rectum. She tried desperately to think of something she could say that might stop him, but she could think of nothing. She even began to hope that Grant would come looking for her right away, but she knew Grant better than that. Grant would be involved with Beverly too long to get there before his father would try to shove his cock in her anus. She knew that there was no hope, and she was going to be victimized by Howard Russell. Knowing how cruel and vicious Howard could be made her fears grow greater, even though at the same moment her womb was burning with mounting sensations from his finger sawing relentlessly into her still resisting anus.
Howard couldn't wait any longer as the sight of his young daughter-in-law's firm, rounded buttocks made his balls ache from the need for release. He was pinning her legs out wide with his knees pressed against her smooth inner thighs, and he could see the moist secretions covering the ragged pink flesh of her vagina. He jerked his long finger from her loosened anal passage, and grabbing the lightly-tanned cheeks of her buttocks, he parted the soft yielding crevice as wide as he could.
"Okay, you hot little bitch! Raise your ass up here so I can fuck it!" Howard spit the lewd words out at the cringing girl beneath him. She turned her head to one side, and he could see the sudden fear in her beautiful face. She knew now she had lost complete control of the situation.
"Please, Howard! No! You're too big! You'll tear me in half! Please don't, pleeaaasseee!" Valerie pleaded with her husband's father, and she was half-frozen from fright as she saw his giant cock lewdly erect from the thick purple tip to the tangled pubic hair growing out around the base of it. It looked bigger than she remembered its having been, and it was pointing straight at her helplessly exposed anus. Valerie closed her eyes tightly when she saw there was no stopping Howard. He was going to fuck her back there in her rectum and humiliate her horribly even if it killed her!
Leaning forward, her lewdly grinning father-in-law placed the head of his penis firmly against the tiny puckered opening of her anus, and partly pulling with his arms and pushing with his hips, he tried with all his strength to drive his blunt member into the tightly straining ring of elastic flesh. His daughter-in-law was moaning with anger and pain beneath him, but he didn't let up at all. He felt her resistance waiver for an instant, and lurching hard forward, the thick head of his cock suddenly popped inside. The fleshy ring of her anus stretched around the gland tip of his cock like a tightly clinging rubber band.
"Aaaaaaaagggghhhh! " Valerie screamed, as loudly as she could. The pain was terrible, and she screamed again and again in hopes it would bring someone to her aid. But she had forgotten that it was her idea to sound-proof the showroom, and her cries only helped her anguished mind.
"Howard! I can't take it! Please, nooooo!" Valerie sobbed, but he knew the initial pain was past, and the rest to come would slowly merge into an all consuming pleasure that she would never forget.
"Fuck!" Howard thought, as he felt the tight flesh wrap around the head of his penis. He was out of his mind with lust, and he shoved his hips hard again. His thick cock plowed a few inches more into the tight restricting rectal passage, and he had to pin Valerie down to keep her from crawling off of the bed. The excitement of his entry made his cock swell up even larger, and the sensations in his groin were stimulating him to hurry.
"Aaawwwwwwwwhhhh! Noooooo! I can't! I can't! Oh, God, I can't!" Valerie squirmed beneath Howard's powerful strength, and the muscles in her anus seemed only to make the huge instrument grow larger as she tried to clench them together to hold the monstrous cock back from its relentless advance into her. The pain raced up and down her spine like a thousand piercing knives, but her hope of stopping his merciless assault was gone. She had no strength left with which she could fight back, and the huge fleshy column pushed deeply inside her rectum like a burrowing python until his groin finally slammed hard into her upraised buttocks, flattening them like so much putty before it.
"Oooooohh!" Valerie screamed in agony, but her rectum was filled by the huge long cock. She didn't move, for fear that the searing pain would return in her wide stretched anus. She was immobilized and felt as though she wanted to fart but couldn't.
When Howard had felt the resistance quit, he was pushing with all his strength, and his cock drove deep inside the hot rubbery passage, unimpeded. The round cheeks of her buttocks flattened slightly from the impact of his pelvis crashing into her, and his cock was completely buried in the depths of her hot, still vainly resisting rectum. It felt like he had shoved his long penis into a liquid glove of pressure, and the idea alone was enough to make him want to cum. He stayed still for a long moment, to fight off the growing insistence on release from his groin.
Valerie felt like she was skewered on an iron spit for roasting over a fire, and she cringed the muscles in her face to keep the flooding pain from making her pass out. She was sure she was split from back to front up to her waist, as waves of pain kept emanating from her flesh filled rectum. Yet, in spite of the terrible pain, she also felt keenly the sensations radiating from her excited womb.
Flexing his long penis after a moment, Howard felt the tightly-wrapped flesh around the swollen head respond. Valerie stopped screaming, and when he flexed his cock again, she only whimpered quietly. He knew that in a few minutes she would again be the raging sexual animal she had been the night he first fucked her, and he wondered how he might somehow add to his dominance over her. He didn't have to think long, for just at that moment, he saw Victor Thomas walking into the room.
Victor had left Linda at the bar and gone looking for his handyman, Roy. He was not thinking about Beverly, or wondering what she was doing at this moment, but rather, he was going to have Roy drive him home and return later for Beverly. Linda was more fascinating than he had realized, and sitting next to her only made him want her more. He was excited just by the sight of her, but he knew he couldn't dare to have anything to do with her again, even though she seemed to want him. Victor had become even angrier when he couldn't find Roy, and in his mad search for Roy, had walked into the room where Howard and Valerie were. It was dark, too dark to see clearly when he entered, and he would have left if his attention hadn't been directed to the center of the room by a sound. His eyes adjusted slowly to the low light, but then suddenly, he realized where he was.
"Victor! Wait!" Howard called after the retreating man. Holding tightly onto Valerie's helplessly impaled body, Howard rolled with her onto his side, and his long cock twitched excitedly deep in her rectum. "Victor! Get down here. You can fuck her in the cunt!" Howard made it sound like an order when he spoke, and Victor stopped dead in his tracks.
"Howard, no! Please!" Valerie pleaded, but she was weirdly excited at the same time by the idea of what he proposed. She forgot about the pain of Howard's unnatural entry, as the thought of being fucked by two men at once sunk into her pain-fogged brain.
"Shut up! You're going to love it!" her father-in-law said, his face close to her ear. He was grinning to himself triumphantly as he knew that he had now totally humiliated and subjugated his daughter-in-law to his every wish and whim.
Victor was stunned for a moment, but as Howard's command became clear in his mind, he became uncontrollably excited. He looked down at them, straining his eyes in the dull light as Howard rolled over, Valerie Russell locked tightly to him by his huge pulsating cock in her anus. The sight of their lewd coupling and young Valerie's naked sensual body turned toward his eyes was enough. The chance to fuck her under any circumstances was fine with Victor, and he quickly pulled off his clothes. His thick cock was fully erect when he reached the large circular bed to join his employer in fucking Grant Russell's wife, and he moved quickly across to stretch out beside her.
Enraged and humiliated in her conscious mind, Valerie closed her eyes in an attempt at not showing any subconscious pleasure. She didn't want to give in to the lewd three-way triangle her own husband's father was subjecting her to, and she tried to put the growing excitement in her womb out of her mind when Victor's warm wet lips covered her sensitive breasts with heated kisses.
Howard rolled onto his back, taking Valerie with him, and his knees pressed outward against her inner thighs held her legs far apart. "Come on, Victor! Get your cock in her! I can't wait all day!" Howard grunted to him.
Moving quickly up between their widespread legs, Victor eagerly stared down at Valerie's moist, hair-lined young cuntal opening. He could see that Howard's huge throbbing cock was deeply imbedded in her tightly clenching anus, and the sight of her lewdly helpless position excited him even more. He leaned forward on his hands placed on either side of the tightly locked couple, and without hesitation pressed the thick purple head of his thick cock into the damp folds of Grant's wife's hot, open vagina. He looked down across her full breasts to the dark, silky pubic hair, and pushing forward with his hips, trying eagerly to work his cock inside.
Trying desperately to resist the lewd sensations rising slowly in her womb, Valerie stayed limp and unresponsive when Howard rolled her on top of him with her back pressed down into his chest. But when she felt the blunt head of Victor's penis pushing against her vagina, her last resistance broke and she reached eagerly down to take hold of the large pulsating shaft to guide it between the pink lips at the opening to her vaginal passage. Parting the soft folds of her tight young pussy with the thick bulbous head, she gasped when it suddenly plunged up her cuntal passage, filling her whole womb with thick hot flesh.
"Oooohhhhhh, God!" She felt the swift entry in every part of her body, and the sensation of being sandwiched between the two men at the same time with both their lust-hardened cocks deep inside her belly was terrifying to her.
Victor could not contain his excitement when his hard fleshy penis plowed into the depths of her vagina. The tight warm walls of her cunt seemed to clasp his penis in a ravenous grip of warm slick pussy flesh, and he started fucking in and out of her immediately. Howard had already begun driving his huge cock in her rectum, and after a few moments, the two men began fucking her in a steady, well timed rhythm. The see-sawing in and out of her cunt and asshole simultaneously had excited them both then to the point of bursting with lewd passion, and for several moments they found it difficult to maintain the rhythm. They could feel the force of each other's hardened cocks through the thin wall of flesh separating Valerie's two genital passages, and gradually, they found the right timing to fuck into her together.
At first, Valerie thought she was being pounded by giant fists into oblivion, and the dual rape of her cunt and rectum made her tense with shame. As the rhythm of their fucking became more even, she began to feel the raw lust of sexual urgency growing greater and greater in her helplessly impaled body. The thought of having the two cocks pumping hot sticky cum into her belly excited her more and more, and she gradually fucked back at them to let the twin cocks fucking into her have their way with her.
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Linda was half-crazed with passion from having again witnessed her son in the act of fucking Victor Thomas's wife, and the drinks she had poured into herself did nothing to dampen her lust. She was both frantic and excited when she walked into the show room, and as with Victor, she was attracted by the strange wet smacking sounds she heard. At first, she thought it was her imagination playing tricks when she saw the three naked bodies in their lewd crab-like coupling, but as her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she was shocked by her discovery. She realized by the sounds that what she saw was actually happening, and her legs started shaking so violently that she fell back on one of the large couches at the first level in the room. The three people were so engrossed in their lewd act, she was sure that none of them noticed her come into the room, and she sat on the couch in stunned silence, watching them performing the unbelievable sex scene in front of her.
Linda was not really surprised to see Howard and Val together as she had always felt that Valerie was after Howard, but the fact that Howard and Victor were fucking Valerie simultaneously in a lewd assault on her anus and vagina was more than Linda could bear. She thought the whole house was filled with mad sex orgies, and her mind snapped from the exposure to all the erotic images. She began tearing at her clothes as though they were chains confining her body from full satisfaction. She was both enraged and stimulated by the sight of Howard's assault on their son's wife, and her clothes were torn by the time she got them off.
She was completely naked before she knew what she was doing, and her eyes were glued to the lewd heap of fucking bodies on the circular bed. She could clearly see where the two thick cocks skewered into Valerie's wide-stretched loins like twin battering rams. Valerie's vaginal secretions had wetly covered the two driving cocks along their whole glistening lengths, and Linda trembled helplessly as she watched the huge fleshy columns plunge deep into the twin orifices between her daughter-in-law's wide-splayed legs. The sight of Howard's huge cock disappearing up into Valerie's wide stretched asshole, while at the same time Victor's thick rod pounded into the ragged pink flesh of her cunt, was exciting Linda tremendously. Lying on the couch so she could watch the dual fucking with unobstructed view, she drove two of her fingers up between her legs, instantly plunging them inside the tight wet walls of her inflamed cunt. Then, while she sawed her fingers in and out of her vagina, she jammed two fingers of her other hand into her tiny puckered anus. Her belly was aflame with passion, and she wanted nothing more than to increase the sensations until she would burst from the pure sexual lust. At that moment, Grant walked into the room, his eyes straining to see in the darkness.
Having left Beverly in the bedroom while she was getting dressed, Grant had pulled on his pants and shirt to hurry and join the others. He didn't want to arouse suspicions by too long an absence, and he had been surprised to find no one in the party room. He hadn't expected to find anyone in the showroom, but he checked it in passing on his way upstairs.
Grant knew immediately what was happening on the central bed, even though he could hardly see in the dull light. He was about to run down to the bed for a closer look as he was still not sure who it was fucking his wife, and he couldn't tell that she was being fucked that good. He stopped because he became aware of someone else in the room.
Linda Russell saw her son come in, and immediately she moved back against the wall. She wanted to hide, but then she thought that Grant might do something terrible when he realized what was happening on the bed. Instinctively, she moved to stop him without giving thought to her own open nakedness.
"What the hell's going on?" Grant yelled as he saw Linda move toward him. He paid no attention to her being nude as his question concerned the people on the bed.
"Grant! They're not worth it!" Linda assured him grabbing his arm as he started again toward the bed.
Valerie was nearing her climax when she heard Grant's voice, and the knowledge of his presence in the room excited her even more. Howard and Victor were totally engrossed in their fucking of her, and they hammered their cocks into her wet, wildly pumping belly with greater and greater intensity. She was ecstatic with the sensations coming from her cunt and her rectum, and she wiggled back against their driving forces like a sensual glutton.
Angered, shocked and stimulated by the sight of the trio on the bed, Grant froze when it was clear to him what was happening. Victor and his own father were both fucking his wife, who was in a state of utter ecstasy, sandwiched between the two men, their large fleshy cocks sawing regularly and rhythmically in her cunt and asshole. He was dumb-founded by the lewd picture their action formed, and he saw no point in stopping. His father was ass-fucking his own wife, and stopping him then couldn't change anything.
When Grant turned to face his mother, he saw the lust-glazed expression in her eyes, and it was only then that he really saw her beautiful naked body. She was still holding his arm as if to prevent him from leaving her side, and the combined effect of his excitement and anger hit him. His large cock was again fully erect and throbbing anxiously from the sensual stimulation all around him, but at that moment he only saw a beautiful naked woman. She was his mother, but also she was Howard's wife. Grant pulled her naked body to him, holding her tightly in his arms, and the softness of her lower belly pressed against his hardened penis made him tremble with excitement.
"I want to fuck you! I want to fuck you, Mom!" Grant moaned with his mouth close to his mother's ear. His words were based on his real desire for Linda, but it had been released by an unconscious wish to get even with his father for debauching his young wife. It was a lust for Linda that he had never before recognized until that moment.
Linda was in such an excited state that she didn't fully grasp the consequences of Grant's words. She, too, wanted to get back at Howard for all the indignities she had suffered, but the only thought she had at that moment was to be sexually fulfilled by her own son. She knew then that it was what she had always really wanted, and she didn't care about anything else.
"Yes, Grant! Yes! I want you to fuck me!" she said, and Grant was already lifting her in his arms to carry her to the large couch. The warmth of his arms around her naked body, holding her against his body, filled her with more desire than she had ever known. He laid her gently down on the soft couch, and she frantically pulled at the buttons on his shirt. Grant had loosened his fly to let his pants fall down to the floor, and she saw his large erect penis jump straight out, the huge purple head throbbing with life. She raised her head up to kiss it, covering the blood-filled tip with her warm wet lips, and Grant moaned from the pleasure her warm mouth gave him. He threw his shirt to the floor, and crawled up on the couch between his mother's white wide-spread thighs.
"I have to have you right now!" Grant pleaded as the pressure in his cum-filled balls was pounding with excitement. He looked down at the tight pink opening to his mother's womb, and the stimulating sight filled him with lusting passion. He completely forgot about the joined trio on the circular bed below them.
"Fuck me now, son! I want your sweet cum to fill me. Fuck me now!" Linda groaned. She pulled on his large cock held tightly in her delicate hand, and Grant leaned down across her body, his chest pressing delightfully against the erect pink nipples of her breasts. The fire in her lower belly was raging out of control, and she hurriedly parted the hair-lined folds on her vaginal lips with the tip of his long hard penis. Arching her hips up when she placed the head against the moist opening of her cunt, she hungrily took the purple gland head inside the warm entrance to her womb.
Holding back for only a moment, Grant felt the wet heat of Linda's cunt sucking at his throbbing cock, and he shoved forward with his hips, plunging the long shaft down the lust-slickened passage. He could feel the tight walls parting around the sensitive head of his desire-hardened penis as if to cover it with smooth clasping sensations, and he drove in deep inside until the tight opening of her cunt was firmly wrapped around the base of his thick plunging penis, his pubic hair pressed hard against the soft folds of her flesh.
"Oooohhhh! It's soooo goooood!" Linda moaned as she felt her vaginal passage filled with the warm throbbing flesh of her son's hardened cock. The greatly enlarged head was pressing against the limit of her womb, and she was overwhelmed with feelings of passion. She pressed her mouth against the taut muscles in his neck, ripping and sucking at his flesh as he began the steady sawing motion of screwing his long cock in and out of her sensation-charged vagina.
Valerie was completely engrossed in a masochistic joy from the strange, stimulating pleasure of the dual fucking. Her whole body undulated between the two men, and she was begging for their hot cum to fill the greedily nibbling two passages between her legs. Her belly was erupting with great spasms of sensation, and suddenly she could contain her climax no longer.
"OOOooooohhhh! Ooooohhhhh! Oooohhhhh! Fuck it! Fuck ittttt!" she screamed as her womb flooded with her own orgasm. The two men seemed to be waiting for it like a signal, and they both shoved their cocks simultaneously into the depths of her cunt and rectum, their long pistoning rods wildly ejaculating as they pushed up inside her. Valerie went out of her mind from the sensations of the hot sticky cum being pumped crazily into her womb and rectum. She was flooded with the hot stabbing pleasures as the men jerked wildly, sending their cum deep, deep up into her heaving belly. Her body was buffeted between them like a rag doll, and she climaxed again and again until they finally stopped cumming. Then after a moment, Victor pulled his deflating cock from her wide-stretched cunt with a wet sucking noise as he rolled off from the top of her body. He could clearly see the thick stump of Howard's cock still imbedded deep in her anus below the wet pink edges of her pussy. Valerie looked as though she were in a daze when Howard finally rolled off to the side and pulled his still-hard cock from the depths of her cum-filled rectum. They were all lying on the large bed, breathing deeply, when they heard Linda's cry.
"Aaaaaauuuggggghhhhh! " Linda screamed as Grant's passion-inflated cock hammered deep inside her clasping cunt. She lifted her legs up to open her vagina as wide as possible, for Grant's final plunge into the depths of her flooding womb. His large cock began jerking crazily as his hot cum spurted from the thick swollen head, sending Linda into a wild rapture of heretofore unknown pleasure. She pushed her cunt up against his hairy pelvis as she reached the most explosive climax she had ever had. Her cunt contracted again and again around the thick column of throbbing flesh, spilling out her cum hot and sticky over the thick base of his deeply buried cock. They bounced wildly together in their mutual joy as their locked bodies shook from the ecstasy of their climax.
"Sonofabitch!" Howard yelled as he sat up to see his wife and son fucking each other. He turned red with the fury of his helpless rage at seeing them climax in mutual frenzied passion.
Valerie sat up, holding onto Howard's naked body, and she smiled broadly, delighted by the way things had turned out. It was far better than she had hoped for it to be.
"Damned Mama's boy! I always said it!" Howard said to Valerie, and he turned to see what she was looking at. Beverly had just walked into the room, and she was standing near Grant and Linda in stunned silence. "Get down here, damnit!" Howard yelled, and in spite of Victor's mild protest, Beverly joined with them in another mad sexual coupling. The four of them continued fucking in every conceivable combination far into the night, many hours after Grant and Linda Russell had left them and gone upstairs to bed.
CHAPTER 8
Brigit closed the front door behind herself as she walked out of the house toward the car. She tucked the long shopping list of items needed into her purse, then set her purse down on the front seat, next to her. The afternoon sun was hot, so she rolled the window down before driving around the circle by the Pacific Ocean, heading for the store. She was happy, and she hummed a song out loud to herself.
Exactly a week had passed since the eventful night that Brigit felt had changed her life for the better. It had not been until late that evening that she had discovered what was happening at the party, and at the time she thought everyone had gone crazy. There was Howard and Valerie, Victor Thomas and his young wife in the rawest sexual scene Brigit had ever seen, and to top it all off, Grant and Linda sleeping peacefully together in his bed. "It had frightened her so much that Roy stayed with her all night to wait out the results of the conflict that were sure to follow. Everything had happened so fast afterwards, Brigit was still a bit confused by it.
The first thing that had happened scared her, since Victor Thomas had angrily fired Roy for not having been at the car when Victor first went looking for him. That incident had been followed by a series of changes that at the very least surprised Brigit, and also made her happy. For the first time, she had been able to recognize what a bastard Howard Russell really was, and when Valerie left Grant to move in with Howard at the Point, Brigit had welcomed her absence. She knew that Valerie would not be able to manipulate Howard as she had done with Grant, and Howard would never give Valerie all the things she expected. Then, when Linda in turn moved in with her son at the Meadows house, Brigit had been a little nervous at first, but Linda was proving to be a remarkable woman. She found that working for Linda and Grant was the best situation she had ever encountered. Linda was always nice and never demanding, and she seemed genuinely interested in her well-being. There would be no more of the "gatherings," either, since in spite of the incestuous relationship, Linda and Grant were content with only each other.
Turning the car onto the road leading to the shopping center, Brigit had to laugh. The one thing that pleased her more than anything else had occurred as a result of Valerie's leaving. Valerie had taken Jorge to the Point when she moved, leaving Grant and Linda without a butler for their home. The end result was Linda insisting that Roy go to work there, both as a butler and as a convenience for Brigit. Of course, Linda had asked Brigit and Roy if they would like to work together, and they had gladly agreed to it.
Finding a parking space, she pulled in and cut the ignition off. She got out of the car and walked to the market fishing in her purse for the shopping list. When she passed the check-out stands and picked out a cart, she saw Jorge grumbling at one of the clerks as he was paying for some groceries. She guessed that Jorge wasn't too happy with his new job, and she hurried down an adjacent aisle of food so Jorge wouldn't see her. She was too happy to want to hear any complaints from him, since she was sure that he would have a lot to say, but the way Brigit looked at the results of that night a week past, she and Roy were the only ones who came out the winners.
